Oscar - Revision history

Henri: /* Thola's Blanket */

2026-07-28T12:10:50Z

Thola's Blanket

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	For the first time, Oscar realized there were things he desperately wanted to say.		For the first time, Oscar realized there were things he desperately wanted to say.
	[[File:Oscar’s wood carving .png\|right\|~~250x250px~~\|Oscar’s wood carving]]		[[File:Oscar’s wood carving .png\|right\|300x300px\|Oscar’s wood carving]]
	He simply did not yet have the language to say them.		He simply did not yet have the language to say them.

Henri: /* Thola's Blanket */

2026-07-28T12:10:13Z

Thola's Blanket

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	For the first time, Oscar realized there were things he desperately wanted to say.		For the first time, Oscar realized there were things he desperately wanted to say.
	[[File:~~Wood~~ carving.~~jpg~~\|right\|~~407x407px~~\|Oscar’s wood carving]]		[[File:Oscar’s wood carving .png\|right\|250x250px\|Oscar’s wood carving]]
	He simply did not yet have the language to say them.		He simply did not yet have the language to say them.

Henri: /* The Basilica of the Blinding Light */

2026-07-28T12:04:05Z

The Basilica of the Blinding Light

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	For the first time, Oscar realized there were things he desperately wanted to say.		For the first time, Oscar realized there were things he desperately wanted to say.
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	He simply did not yet have the language to say them.		He simply did not yet have the language to say them.

Henri at 11:51, 28 July 2026

2026-07-28T11:51:14Z

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	For the first time, Oscar realized there were things he desperately wanted to say.		For the first time, Oscar realized there were things he desperately wanted to say.
			[[File:Wood carving.jpg\|right\|407x407px]]
	He simply did not yet have the language to say them.		He simply did not yet have the language to say them.

DB at 14:28, 13 July 2026

2026-07-13T14:28:10Z

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	Not every hunt ends with success, a lesson very known to Oscar. The pack was once again asked to transport something valuable through the city. At some point the Pack decided it would be better if Oscar carried the package, but it wouldn't take very long. When danger finally found them, Oscar reacted without hesitation. His arrows flew true, and his attention never strayed far from the package he had been asked to protect.		Not every hunt ends with success, a lesson very known to Oscar. The pack was once again asked to transport something valuable through the city. At some point the Pack decided it would be better if Oscar carried the package, but it wouldn't take very long. When danger finally found them, Oscar reacted without hesitation. His arrows flew true, and his attention never strayed far from the package he had been asked to protect.

	It was not enough. Somehow, amidst the confusion of battle, the package was damaged. The journey back felt strangely quiet. Nobody blamed Oscar.Nobody questioned him. The pack simply continued forward together. Yet Oscar found himself walking a little closer to the others during the days that followed. For the first time since leaving the forest, his instincts had not been enough to protect something the pack had entrusted to him.		It was not enough. Somehow, amidst the confusion of battle, the package was damaged. The journey back felt strangely quiet. Nobody blamed Oscar. Nobody questioned him. The pack simply continued forward together. Yet Oscar found himself walking a little closer to the others during the days that followed. For the first time since leaving the forest, his instincts had not been enough to protect something the pack had entrusted to him.

	The feeling stayed with him. It reminded him that surviving and succeeding were not always the same thing.		The feeling stayed with him. It reminded him that surviving and succeeding were not always the same thing.
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	The city rarely offered trails to follow. Instead of broken branches and disturbed leaves, it left conversations, habits, and opportunities. Oscar understood very little of the plan, but he understood that the woman carried something the pack needed. When the moment came, instinct once again acted before thought. Although Oscar might not have fully understood the mission, he understood that the woman the pack pointed at was important.		The city rarely offered trails to follow. Instead of broken branches and disturbed leaves, it left conversations, habits, and opportunities. Oscar understood very little of the plan, but he understood that the woman carried something the pack needed. When the moment came, instinct once again acted before thought. Although Oscar might not have fully understood the mission, he understood that the woman the pack pointed at was important.

	Oscar walked '~~Accidentally~~' tripped and stumbled unto the woman, she fell. Oscar apologized with one of the few words he had learned while helping her back to her feet. At the same moment, his free hand disappeared into the satchel at her side. He never searched for anything specific. He simply grabbed the first object his fingers found.		Oscar walked 'accidentally' tripped and stumbled unto the woman, she fell. Oscar apologized with one of the few words he had learned while helping her back to her feet. At the same moment, his free hand disappeared into the satchel at her side. He never searched for anything specific. He simply grabbed the first object his fingers found.

	Only later did the pack discover that the small planner contained exactly the information they had been looking for. The trail eventually led them to an establishment known as ''Wine Me Up''. Oscar never understood why the little book mattered. Only that it had.		Only later did the pack discover that the small planner contained exactly the information they had been looking for. The trail eventually led them to an establishment known as ''Wine Me Up''. Oscar never understood why the little book mattered. Only that it had.
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	Then he met Aridni. For the first time in his life, Oscar experienced what true conversation felt like. There were no misunderstood words. No pointing. No guessing.Every thought passed effortlessly between them, as naturally as the sounds of the forest had once reached him while running beside the Wolf.		Then he met Aridni. For the first time in his life, Oscar experienced what true conversation felt like. There were no misunderstood words. No pointing. No guessing.Every thought passed effortlessly between them, as naturally as the sounds of the forest had once reached him while running beside the Wolf.

	Then, just as suddenly, it ended. The return to the city's constant noise felt almost cruel. Before disappearing, the Aridni had called him ''brother''.Oscar knew the word. He understood what brothers were supposed to be. Yet he had never had one.		Then, just as suddenly, it ended. The return to the city's constant noise felt almost cruel. Before disappearing, the Aridni had called him ''brother''. Oscar knew the word. He understood what brothers were supposed to be. Yet he had never had one.

	Who was she?		Who was she?

Henri: /* The Adventure */

2026-07-13T13:10:12Z

The Adventure

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 When the party went to the island to gather a Tomko tree in the middle of the forest (of which Oscar had no idea until it happened) he seemed both comfortable and unsettled at the same time. Being in a forest used to be his place of comfort, the trees, the animals, sounds and smell. But it has been so long since he had started to live in the city that it had taken some time to get used to it again. One thing is for sure, Oscar will never get used to staying on a ship for a long period of time.
 On a later trip the party encountered a man with a bunch of crates. One of the party members handed over some gold pieces to the man and got a crate in return. The contents of the crate was a mix of various objects. Being intrigued by this Oscar handed over some gold and was given a crate. After opening it his crate contained a different assortment of objects. Both confused and excited he looked at the two other party members that had not gotten crates yet and Oscar handed over some more coins so they also got a crate. This Mystery crate concept excited Oscar so much he handed over even more coins to everyone in the party got an additional crate. This feeling, this exciting feeling was completely new to Oscar. He just wanted to buy more and more of the crates until his ran out of coins. Fortunately for him (Oscar doesn't know) Quinton pushed the party away from the man. The only regret Oscar had that they is that he didn't buy more crates for him and his friends.
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 Oscar does not understand much from the conversation that follows, but he does understand that the ring holds some kind of power. Afterwards the party ventures deeper into the tunnels, but it seems they do not find what Dauphine is looking for.
 A new job is presented by a halfling with a missing hand to find a missing object. Oscar is determined to help the party find whatever this "Bust" is. After following the party to a building Quinton seemingly disappears and appears inside to open the door for the rest of the party. When the party moves quietly through the building Oscar is handed [[Phlegethos’ Pick]] by Darius. With a simple instruction from Darius, Oscar manages to open the door rather quickly. The pain from the Pick is quickly forgotten by the joy and price Oscar is experiencing from opening that lock.
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 Darius went back to the safe to put the coins back as Oscar walked towards the door of the office to check on the others. Not being able to see the others Oscar Beckons Darius and speaks his first word: "Da-Rius" and points towards the others. And it's only the beginning...

Henri at 11:48, 13 July 2026

2026-07-13T11:48:57Z

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	And then, one day… The Wolf was gone.		And then, one day… The Wolf was gone.
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	No scent. No trail. No howl in the distance. The Wolf vanished as mysteriously as he had appeared, leaving Oscar without direction for the first time in his life.		No scent. No trail. No howl in the distance. The Wolf vanished as mysteriously as he had appeared, leaving Oscar without direction for the first time in his life.

Henri: /* The Pack */

2026-07-12T21:47:49Z

The Pack

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	The female elf seems very hurt, yet she looks strong and determined. Oscar looks over to the gnome, who just wrapped his head, and notices that his eyes have changed colors. Something feels very odd, and it frightens Oscar. He grabs the necklace that he found. There are numerous teeth. Oscar recognizes the shape of the teeth and quickly determines they are from big cats such as tigers or panthers. It definitely holds magical capabilities.		The female elf seems very hurt, yet she looks strong and determined. Oscar looks over to the gnome, who just wrapped his head, and notices that his eyes have changed colors. Something feels very odd, and it frightens Oscar. He grabs the necklace that he found. There are numerous teeth. Oscar recognizes the shape of the teeth and quickly determines they are from big cats such as tigers or panthers. It definitely holds magical capabilities.

	As Oscar's own necklace was taken away from him, he seems very content to have found a new one. With a smile, he puts it on. Oscar reaches over to his pouch and opens it. He is relieved as he sees that the blanket is still intact and only slightly damp and dirty. It's time to rest now, who knows what tomorrow will bring.~~.. For now Oscar is determined that staying with these people increase the chances of his survival~~..		As Oscar's own necklace was taken away from him, he seems very content to have found a new one. With a smile, he puts it on. Oscar reaches over to his pouch and opens it. He is relieved as he sees that the blanket is still intact and only slightly damp and dirty. It's time to rest now, who knows what tomorrow will bring...

	As Oscar lies in his bed in the Grey Minstrel Inn, he takes a deep breath while looking out the window. He sure is happy to finally be on solid ground and well... above ground again. Sleeping indoors with a roof above his head is still a strange thing, but the comfort of a bed is surely warm welcome.He is slowly getting more used to the company, their rituals, their way of interacting and living around eachother. It is a shame the spear that he was given by Quinton broke so quickly, it must have been of very poor quality if it breaks after a single attack...		As Oscar lies in his bed in the Grey Minstrel Inn, he takes a deep breath while looking out the window. He sure is happy to finally be on solid ground and well... above ground again. Sleeping indoors with a roof above his head is still a strange thing, but the comfort of a bed is surely warm welcome.He is slowly getting more used to the company, their rituals, their way of interacting and living around eachother. It is a shame the spear that he was given by Quinton broke so quickly, it must have been of very poor quality if it breaks after a single attack...
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	As the days turn into weeks, Oscar’s world has expanded beyond the trees, though he still views these "civilized" companions through the lens of a pack animal. After the adventure where Oscar and his companions killed the Ogre he has become obsessed with the bow and arrow. After their return to the city he was able to explain to the rest of the party that he wants to have a bow in addition to his spear. In the hours the party was resting or when Oscar found a moment he practiced with the bow shooting targets in nearby allyways and parks.		As the days turn into weeks, Oscar’s world has expanded beyond the trees, though he still views these "civilized" companions through the lens of a pack animal. After the adventure where Oscar and his companions killed the Ogre he has become obsessed with the bow and arrow. After their return to the city he was able to explain to the rest of the party that he wants to have a bow in addition to his spear. In the hours the party was resting or when Oscar found a moment he practiced with the bow shooting targets in nearby allyways and parks.

	During the encounter with the Harpies Oscar had used his bow in combat for the first time. ~~And to his delight it~~ was even quite effective. While fighting the harpies the runes on Oscar's Blanket started to glow faintly and gave Oscar additional properties. Properties that he would find very useful in the future.		During the encounter with the Harpies Oscar had used his bow in combat for the first time. It was even quite effective. While fighting the harpies the runes on Oscar's Blanket started to glow faintly and gave Oscar additional properties. Properties that he would find very useful in the future.

	He has grown to trust the tall ones in his circle. Quinton and Dauphine have shown him a kindness he didn't know existed in the world of stone and metal. They do not growl or strike when he is confused; instead, they offer patience, they help him, offer food and drinks, teach him things. Dauphine, in particular, has found a way to bridge the silence between them. She created marks on parchment, drawings of food, water, danger, and shelter and many more. When the words of the common tongue become a buzzing hive in his ears, Oscar can simply point to her sketches.		He has grown to trust the tall ones in his circle. Quinton and Dauphine have shown him a kindness he didn't know existed in the world of stone and metal. They do not growl or strike when he is confused; instead, they offer patience, they help him, offer food and drinks, teach him things. Dauphine, in particular, has found a way to bridge the silence between them. She created marks on parchment, drawings of food, water, danger, and shelter and many more. When the words of the common tongue become a buzzing hive in his ears, Oscar can simply point to her sketches.

DB at 15:38, 18 May 2026

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	Deep within an uncharted forest where trees reach the sky and silence speaks louder than words, a halfling infant was left behind. No one came looking. No one called his name. Wrapped only in a coarse [[Thola's Blanket\|blanket]] embroidered with ancient faded runes, the child cried beneath the canopy—until the forest answered.		Deep within an uncharted forest where trees reach the sky and silence speaks louder than words, a halfling infant was left behind. No one came looking. No one called his name. Wrapped only in a coarse [[Thola's Blanket\|blanket]] embroidered with ancient faded runes, the child cried beneath the canopy—until the forest answered.

	From the shadows emerged a wolf—enormous, gray, and silent—with eyes that shimmered not with hunger, but with understanding. But this was no ordinary beast. It was Elaren, an old druid who had long ago shed civilization and taken the shape of a wolf to live in balance with the wild. Elaren knew who the child was—and why he’d been left behind. But he kept his true form hidden from the halfling.		From the shadows emerged a wolf—enormous, gray, and silent—with eyes that shimmered not with hunger, but with understanding. But this was no ordinary beast. It was [[Elaren]], an old druid who had long ago shed civilization and taken the shape of a wolf to live in balance with the wild. Elaren knew who the child was—and why he’d been left behind. But he kept his true form hidden from the halfling.

	The Halfling never learned to speak. He learned from the world around him: the way vines creak before a storm, how the wind shifts before danger, how a flick of an ear or twitch of a tail can speak volumes. He stalked, hunted, climbed, fought. His senses sharpened. His thoughts became instincts. He was not raised by a man, but by the law of the forest and the rhythm of the pack.		The Halfling never learned to speak. He learned from the world around him: the way vines creak before a storm, how the wind shifts before danger, how a flick of an ear or twitch of a tail can speak volumes. He stalked, hunted, climbed, fought. His senses sharpened. His thoughts became instincts. He was not raised by a man, but by the law of the forest and the rhythm of the pack.
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	For the next couple of weeks the boy returned daily to the orchard and the man would wait for him. It took him a couple of days to notice the man, but when he did, he did not run or try to hide. He looked at the man with a curious eye, analyzed the man’s behavior. The man was calm, stayed at a safe distance, did not move or approach the kid. After this first encounter and every day after the man would be sitting at the fence of the orchard closer to where the boy would enter. The boy would notice the man, but focus on his objective. Until one day the man spoke to him: “What is your name?” The boy got spooked, showed his teeth and growled at the man. The man directly understood that the boy did not understand him, nor spoke in common tongue. The man looked at the Halfling and spoke: “Oscar… I will name you Oscar” while pointing at the young boy. After a short hesitation the boy fled back to the forest. While enjoying his well earned “stolen” apples he repeated the words of the man in his head: “Os-car”. It made him curious… He decided that the next day he would return to the orchard and find to the old man again.		For the next couple of weeks the boy returned daily to the orchard and the man would wait for him. It took him a couple of days to notice the man, but when he did, he did not run or try to hide. He looked at the man with a curious eye, analyzed the man’s behavior. The man was calm, stayed at a safe distance, did not move or approach the kid. After this first encounter and every day after the man would be sitting at the fence of the orchard closer to where the boy would enter. The boy would notice the man, but focus on his objective. Until one day the man spoke to him: “What is your name?” The boy got spooked, showed his teeth and growled at the man. The man directly understood that the boy did not understand him, nor spoke in common tongue. The man looked at the Halfling and spoke: “Oscar… I will name you Oscar” while pointing at the young boy. After a short hesitation the boy fled back to the forest. While enjoying his well earned “stolen” apples he repeated the words of the man in his head: “Os-car”. It made him curious… He decided that the next day he would return to the orchard and find to the old man again.

	The next morning, something felt wrong. Oscar crept toward the orchard—but the old man was gone. He did not smell, see, nor hear the man. No scent. No sign. No breath on the wind. His instincts screamed flight—but something deeper urged him forward. He wanted to find the man. Learn from him. During this moment of hesitation, he heard a whistling sound, and before he knew it, a bola had struck his legs. Instantly, Oscar drew his spear, started growling and hissing, and looked around him. Within seconds, a group of men on horseback had surrounded him—clad in bright, rattling metal that clanked with every movement. One man looked different though... A thin man in dark leather armor was among them. The man misses a tip of his left ear and holds a bola in his hand. He speaks to the others: "Seize him!". In a brief moment, he saw the old man in the background being held by one of them. The man holding him looked similar to the others. Before Oscar could act, a mace struck the back of his head—and everything went black.		The next morning, something felt wrong. Oscar crept toward the orchard—but the old man was gone. He did not smell, see, nor hear the man. No scent. No sign. No breath on the wind. His instincts screamed flight—but something deeper urged him forward. He wanted to find the man. Learn from him. During this moment of hesitation, he heard a whistling sound, and before he knew it, a bola had struck his legs. Instantly, Oscar drew his spear, started growling and hissing, and looked around him. Within seconds, a group of men on horseback had surrounded him—clad in bright, rattling metal that clanked with every movement. One man looked different though... [[Silas "The Hound" Vance\|A thin man in dark leather armor]] was among them. The man misses a tip of his left ear and holds a bola in his hand. He speaks to the others: "Seize him!". In a brief moment, he saw the old man in the background being held by one of them. The man holding him looked similar to the others. Before Oscar could act, a mace struck the back of his head—and everything went black.

	When he woke up, one word rings through his head: Os-car…. Oscar…		When he woke up, one word rings through his head: Os-car…. Oscar…

Henri: /* Background */

2026-05-17T15:53:56Z

Background

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	For the next couple of weeks the boy returned daily to the orchard and the man would wait for him. It took him a couple of days to notice the man, but when he did, he did not run or try to hide. He looked at the man with a curious eye, analyzed the man’s behavior. The man was calm, stayed at a safe distance, did not move or approach the kid. After this first encounter and every day after the man would be sitting at the fence of the orchard closer to where the boy would enter. The boy would notice the man, but focus on his objective. Until one day the man spoke to him: “What is your name?” The boy got spooked, showed his teeth and growled at the man. The man directly understood that the boy did not understand him, nor spoke in common tongue. The man looked at the Halfling and spoke: “Oscar… I will name you Oscar” while pointing at the young boy. After a short hesitation the boy fled back to the forest. While enjoying his well earned “stolen” apples he repeated the words of the man in his head: “Os-car”. It made him curious… He decided that the next day he would return to the orchard and find to the old man again.		For the next couple of weeks the boy returned daily to the orchard and the man would wait for him. It took him a couple of days to notice the man, but when he did, he did not run or try to hide. He looked at the man with a curious eye, analyzed the man’s behavior. The man was calm, stayed at a safe distance, did not move or approach the kid. After this first encounter and every day after the man would be sitting at the fence of the orchard closer to where the boy would enter. The boy would notice the man, but focus on his objective. Until one day the man spoke to him: “What is your name?” The boy got spooked, showed his teeth and growled at the man. The man directly understood that the boy did not understand him, nor spoke in common tongue. The man looked at the Halfling and spoke: “Oscar… I will name you Oscar” while pointing at the young boy. After a short hesitation the boy fled back to the forest. While enjoying his well earned “stolen” apples he repeated the words of the man in his head: “Os-car”. It made him curious… He decided that the next day he would return to the orchard and find to the old man again.

	The next morning, something felt wrong. Oscar crept toward the orchard—but the old man was gone. He did not smell, see, nor hear the man. No scent. No sign. No breath on the wind. His instincts screamed flight—but something deeper urged him forward. He wanted to find the man. Learn from him. During this moment of hesitation, he heard a whistling sound, and before he knew it, a bola had struck his legs. Instantly, Oscar drew his spear, started growling and hissing, and looked around him. Within seconds, a group of men on horseback had surrounded him—clad in bright, rattling metal that clanked with every movement. In a brief moment, he saw the old man in the background being held by one of them. The man holding him looked similar to the others. Before Oscar could act, a mace struck the back of his head—and everything went black.		The next morning, something felt wrong. Oscar crept toward the orchard—but the old man was gone. He did not smell, see, nor hear the man. No scent. No sign. No breath on the wind. His instincts screamed flight—but something deeper urged him forward. He wanted to find the man. Learn from him. During this moment of hesitation, he heard a whistling sound, and before he knew it, a bola had struck his legs. Instantly, Oscar drew his spear, started growling and hissing, and looked around him. Within seconds, a group of men on horseback had surrounded him—clad in bright, rattling metal that clanked with every movement. One man looked different though... A thin man in dark leather armor was among them. The man misses a tip of his left ear and holds a bola in his hand. He speaks to the others: "Seize him!". In a brief moment, he saw the old man in the background being held by one of them. The man holding him looked similar to the others. Before Oscar could act, a mace struck the back of his head—and everything went black.

	When he woke up, one word rings through his head: Os-car…. Oscar…		When he woke up, one word rings through his head: Os-car…. Oscar…