Player: Player 1
Species: Human
Class: Fighter
A human of plain Suel descent, with pale, sun-burnished skin and white-blond hair. He wears a breastplate and carries a glaive. At his side hangs a rapier that, he keeps muttering, he is not yet worthy to wield.
Origins
Penn says he worked as a marine guard for a merchant trading company, and that is true. Anyone who worked with him then could tell he was running from something. He keeps a home on Duxchan in the Lordship of the Isles, and he has been up the Wild Coast and as far as Rauxes.
Veins of Silver Fire
Session 1: The Last Chain
- The lift: the lift platform hung jammed and crooked in its shaft. Penn worked out that hauling on the pulleys might straighten it, put his back into it, and with a loud thunk the platform dropped back into line.
- The burrowers: when two bulettes burst out of the cavern walls he swept in with his glaive, keeping out of reach of their jaws. He opened a long wound in the second, then came up behind it and drove the glaive through its heart. As it died, the floor gave way.
- The ritual platform: he took the middle salamander of the three. He drank two potions to stay on his feet and stepped back out of its burning reach, then waded in again with all his strength. It spat fiery bile and died.
- The circle: he helped carry the rescued miners towards the exit. When the way was clear he could have run. Instead he turned back with the others and joined hands with Forge at the altar. His hair turned to flame, and he held on through the lava-burst until the elemental was dragged down through the portal.
Attendance Log
- Session 1: The Last Chain 2026-09-12