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The morning following the return of Lily finds Ally sitting on her roof yet again. This time, she brought with her a shield, anyone who knew Dicey would recognize it as his. She laid it down in front of her and began her meditation. After quite a bit of time, she reached a hand to touch it, her fingers tracing the grooves from past battles, and her mind putting the pieces together of what to do next.

"We won't forget what you did, Dicey."

Fendel's niece, Pebbles, may be seen running errands for her uncle between her numerous working shifts at the inn. It's likely she's helping him with whatever it is he is doing to honor the fallen Dicey.

*In the earliest hours of the morning, Da'Nask, with her strawberry blonde hair cascading down her inky black coat, crept silently from the home she shared with Marshall Ally. She made her way to the north gate of town, where once outside the gates she donned her helm and vanished into shadow.*

The early morning after the children were rescued, Rosary could be seen leaning against the tree by the grocery. Her eyes appeared even more sore and tired compared to the past few days. She had been crying long enough and staring at the river to eventually snooze off until the afternoon.

*This letter is open for all Bendir residents to read. It bears the seal of the Gray Watch of Kelemvor.*

Dear Friends,

We share your joy in the rescuing of the children from the abominations that held them. We thank all the brave souls that worked together to bring about this act of righteousness and compassion. This kind of cooperation for the greater good should be recognized and encouraged. You all set the example for the rest of us.

We also grieve with you at the loss of Mister Dicey who I knew personally. Dicey was my friend. I am comforted in knowing that he met with my Lord Kelemvor in the Fugue after leaving all his pain and sorrow behind. I hope you will be comforted in knowing that Dicey will continue on and that his death was a new beginning.

Dicey will be remembered by the Gray Watch as an inspiration to those who believe they can't make a difference. Although Dicey struggled with his anger he has shown us that even with all our flaws if we see the opportunity to make a difference we can take it. Having seen Dicey in action against the malicious undead, I have not doubt that Dicey showed the abominations what real courage looks like. I have no doubt that Diceys last moments on the material plane were spent sharing some of his more colorful expressions of contempt for the evil that dared mess with those he cared about.

Dicey was more than an ally to Lord Kelemvor with all his work on behalf of the Gray Watch. Dicey was a brother, a son, a lover. Dicey was our dear friend. Dicey will be remembered.

Please let us know when you will hold his funeral and if there is anything you need from us or how we might be of service to you.

May you find peace and certainty,
Brother Drusus & Brother Shiloh

Rania would be seen entering town hall holding three sealed parchments. She selects a specific one, handing it to the clerk present and requests it be presented to the elders, saying, "This is in memory of my brother Dicey. He would love to be remembered this way." She then heads out, heading for two more destinations.

A familiar face hops off the cart, thanking the driver as she pulls a huge rucksack and slings it over her shoulder with no problem. A warm smile on her face as the gathering of people seemed welcoming as they talked among themselves. Deciding to at least be a little sociable she walks over the bench, putting her rucksack down behind it and pulls out a book, listening in to the nearby conversations. After only a few minutes a few of the tallers around recognized Kelly and offered some conversation. It was like nothing changed. Its the Dale, there's always a nice anchor to revolve around.

Then the question was asked.

"Do you know when the funeral ceremony thing is?"

Kelly paused and looked up at the group. The question wasn't addressed to her, but now she was curious. What had she missed on her unplanned voyage?

"Someone Died?" Asked another nearby.

"Dicey did." Came the reply from Rania.

The smile was gone, and so was the book, hitting the ground with a heavy slap. Kelly had found herself standing without realizing it and could could only stammer in confusion.

Rania looked over at Kelly "Oh gods, you didn't know?"

No, Kelly had gone and got herself stuck on a round trip back to the mainland because she want paying attention!

The rest of the moment was a blur. She remembered a bit of warmth, perhaps a comforting a hug. But all Kelly could think about was how much she had just failed. With a practiced face of a soldier she bid the group of people to send for her if needed and retreated back to her home. The heavy door opened up to the dark emptiness that her home and heart now were.

Much to the bemoanment of some, Cor'Xak the kobold is often seen outside "his" small house in the Dale. Sitting in what is, quite frankly, a frighteningly ugly chair, he seems to be all smiles, chats up any who wish to stop and talk, and watches the songbirds and gentle breeze dance through the trees.

Ally takes note of the ash in the air, then remembers the Skull Crags have erupted before. With a curious look to the skies, she meanders the outskirts of Bendir Dale. Finally, she finds herself at the top of a hill overlooking the Troll Gate. Here she sits, motionless, merely watching the sky, as if either waiting for something to happen or simply passing the time in quiet contemplation.

Ally is curiously absent from the Dale most of the day from sunrise to nearly sunset. When she does return, she is covered in ash and dust and quickly retreats to her home.

Hazamir walks into the government building and greets everyone joyously with the only Hin greeting he's picked up so far: "{hin} Spoon potato!" But he would stop doing this if people gave him confused looks ...

He proceeds (in Common) to explain to Cindle Blimmeaf that he found some golden earrings near the carts. He hands them over to her to give to the owner, should one come looking for them. He also inquires about the laws governing such findings.

He leaves his name, "Hazamir", and that he can be contacted in the inn in Ceyren's Mill, but would surely come by Bendir's again in the next weeks.

Ally can be seen practicing her martial forms just outside her door, near the bridge. She begins with slow, precise movements, gradually working up to very quick techniques. Her clothing is dark, and she wears a hood, and at times she looks more like a black blur moving by instead of a halfling young woman. Anyone observing might notice tendrils of shadows trailing behind her as she moved. Each precise punch and kick left a trailing darkness of shadow as she fought her imaginary opponents. At times, she seemed to vanish, only to appear many steps away from her location, becoming visible with a swift kick, punch, block or other technique. After going through the motions many, many times, spending a good portion of the day, she looks over toward the Hin Inn, and disappears from sight, leaving only inky tendrils of shadow that dissipate within a moment or two.

Late this evening a pale, shaken and visibly upset Rania rushes to the guards posted by the entrance near the forest. In a wavering voice she informs them of the murder of Road Warden Notteel Krown at the cross roads in the Amia forest. The Warden had been killed, according to information ascertained, by a single swordless blow delivered by a very tall woman in deep red attire. Postmortem, the warden's head had been removed, placed upon his cloak facing south. There was a circle of blood around his body, though no discernible pattern was noted. The bardess further states that Winya has been informed of this so that they too might keep a look out for the perpetrator. She then heads off, still looking ashen and sick.

An empty bottle hits the floor infront of the inns door in the early hours of the morning, above, a white haired man with a red coat has his head rest on the window frame, one arm hanging out, the other propped under his chin. He stayed there unconscious until he slumped back into the room and onto the floor gracelessly.

Late in the evening, approaching midnight, a moderately small framed elven woman with red hair makes her way inside the gates of Bendir Dale. She stops, puts her hands on her hips and takes in a deep breath and a good look around. With a smile, she then walks toward the Hin Inn where she pays for a room a month in advance. She then retreats upstairs. As morning approaches, two porters arrive in Bendir Dale, each carrying a duffel bag, with tags marked, "To: Jenai Jr'en, Hin Inn".

[The green kin could oft be seen nowadays -- never lingering, no. She was hardly one for that; lest she get chided, or overstay her welcome. She'd spare a curt nod and a polite greeting to the usual patrols, even if they'd eye her warily; and may haps a lingering and unforgiving glare at any paladins she'd recognize. Nevertheless, her visits were only insofar as it took to take the carts between Cordor, there, and Kampo's -- always a round trip. Always coming back with a lighter coin sack, and a bundle of lumber under her arm]

Every morning at the crack of first sunlight a hin with bright colored topaz eyes makes his way around the Dale. Offering to help with dishes at the Inn then going about to help the fields with Rinzi the gardener to bring in any crops or just to till the field. Almost like clockwork the hin seems to move around the Dale offering to help with any task that was handed to him. In the evening he'd sit around speaking to the current militia; trading stories of hold and helping out on the patrols.

Wilfire can be seen checking the entire inner wall and the external walls of all the buildings and if theres any structural damage being it irrelevant, small medium or big.. no matter the size... he spends sometime to repair it all.

Night after night, the fiery red-haired halfling continues to have restless, almost sleepless nights.

A certain captain can be seen in the very early morning. Making his way around the kitchen to preparing a feast of a breakfast for his kin. He goes about making everything from eggs, bacon, toast and even chopped potatoes. Serving out to the militia men and woman. Afterwards he'd take up a tray to a certain door that belonged to Marigold. Offering out a fresh delivered breakfast. Soon after he makes his rounds making sure that all the Kohlingen guards have food and are comfortable. Along with going to try to tend to any of the Felldrakes.

The young and elderly are evacuated from the village of Bendir Dale late one evening, the resonating droll of warning drums echoing from the gates. The throng of citizens are split in twain; a majority leaving for the Oakmist Vale, and the remainder departing to the lands of the Holy City.

Shortly thereafter, a procession of nearly fifty Kohlingar Silver Dragons and guards arrive to position themselves along the inner walls and the area of the exterior. When they have acclimated themselves accordingly, a much smaller division of Felldrakes and Elven archers arrive to post along the residential faculties of the village.

The gates are heavily guarded by the Kohlingar, having at least one capable mage posted at each.

Rosary could be seen starting her early mornings in the Townhall, working on her desk and writing reports intensely under a mountain of pressure. Once the paperwork was complete, the young Mayor finds herself taking care of the Felldrakes in broken Draconic and occupying the guests of the Town. Somehow she manages to remain composed and wear a smile for the public as she takes part in the ongoings of Bendir Dale, fulfilling the needs of those about and checking if things are sound.

A naked elven woman with black hair hopped from the carts, and proceeded to pull a sign and a donation box from her satchel and place them on the ground near the carts. She then began asking for donations. Many people were eager to come closer and offer her things. One, a winged halfling, blushed, but still generously gave her hide armor. Another, a red haired human, offered her gold. A white haired elven woman offered her clothes and a dress. She was finally dressed, and then the music began. She was transfixed and beelined to Talas, the Bard, who was playing nearby. After some friendly banter, and some telling a certain black clad tall man to remove the stick from his ass, she made her way off.

Sometime around midnight, Roach climbs to the top of the wall in Bendir Dale and begins doing cartwheels across the rim of the wall. She can be heard muttering something about a "mageyboy".

A very naked and very paint spattered Roach hops off the Cart from Kampo's. She reaches into her satchel and retrieves three easels and paintings. The first is her Donations sign, then, a portrait of a tall man in black, brooding, with what appears to be a stick coming out of his ass. The final painting is of a mage sucking his thumb while surrounded by a pile of dead puppies. Roach then admires her paintings before skipping away into the forest.

// OOC: If anyone would have given her trouble for doing any of this (IE guards!), I'm more than happy to have her questioned, chased off, what have you.

Pebbles of the Oldfur Clan, following her recent appointment to the Militia, spends more than a day running errands for her uncle Fendel before she's finally allowed to take her leave of her usually more constant shifts of working at the Hinn Inn. Perhaps Fendel is just reluctant to let one of the youngest beloved members of the Oldfur clan run about doing dangerous things when there is perfectly good booze to brew and pies to bake. Or maybe he's not ready for Pebbles to "grow up".

Most of the Oldfur clan evacuated the Dale, including her parents (who might have been seen putting up quite the argument about their only daughter refusing to join them to Oakmist Vale). Throughout that final day of work, Pebbles can be seen stopping by one other residence where the most stubborn of Oldfurs resides. She brings her significantly older cousin a basket of pastries and a jug of her finest sweet apple mead, though it takes a little more than an hour to get away from his reminiscing about his days in the Militia (which had only ended about five years ago).

Once her errands are finally finished, Pebbles spends much more time out and about with other members of the Militia. She often wears her rather fine plate armor, with her shield at the ready "just in case".

As ever, she is cheerful and boisterous, frequently picking on her fellow residents in her own silly, playful way. Her distinctive appearance, with her coppery hair and her very obvious copper-scaled draconic tail, makes her easy to recognize by those who are frequent visitors to the Hinn Inn or who have lived in the Dale for a good long time.

Perched atop the wall to Bendir Dale, near the Ballista overlooking the Carts, Roach sits, just glancing around at the goings-on of Bendir Dale. She is actually clothed, though barely. Her hands are stained with paint, and she has a bag of grapes. She eats one, then tosses the next somewhere near anyone passing by. She isn't aiming to hit them, merely landing the grapes near them.

Rania, in the Dale this morning to ensure things are still peaceful, spots the grape dropper and smiles. With a quiet word and the tinkering with a small object, Roach would soon find herself awash in a pinkish light. The red head would then pull up her cowl and disappear into a portal.

After being covered in pink, Roach would jump down and run screaming into the forest.

Pebbles sees this happen as she's carrying a basket somewhere and stops what she's doing to burst into laughter at the crazy overreaction.

Not long after, Roach returns to Bendir Dale and begins laying out grapes on the ground near the road. After some time, her work of art begins to take shape. Using several hundred grapes, she creates a likeness of Rania in grapes in the grass outside of Bendir Dale. She then scatters more grapes all around the area to signify the pink lights. Finally, she climbs back up on the wall and lays down on her belly, lazily draping an arm over the side, watching for any who pass by.

On a time Wilfire walks by on his errands he simply comments: "She likes that wall more then me!" then keeps on with his day of work.

When Rania later sees the design of herself, her lips twitch slightly before she might be heard to say, "Ah. The grapes of wrath. Nice." then chuckle before gathering them all up to take to the forest to leave for whatever animal might want to dine on them.

As the grapes are picked up, an audible sigh can be heard from a nearby tree.

Later that evening, Roach was seen in Bendir Dale actually socializing with real people. She set out her latest painting project, a portrait of a greenkin reading books to elves, and engaged a ship captain who claimed to like semen in conversation. A red-haired man said goodbye, but no one said anything. Soon, the two hin on the bench nearby joined in the talk. Some gin was poured on a hand, fingers were licked, less than pleasant things were said, and Roach ended the evening by saluting the pirate with her middle finger.

*A tall blonde woman dressed in a blue kilt wanders into town and talks with those gathered. She seems acquainted with the Thane and Thaness of Caraigh and very interested in the Thane's hair. When talk moves toward demonstrations of shape changing, the poor woman grows more and more agitated until finally she flees the area screaming.*

Roach can be seen placing out one of her apparently more infamous paintings, "Stormy Time", and a new addition, this last not so finely crafted as the first. It shows a skinny pale man in armor admonishing a child. The child is proudly displaying their middle finger and sticking out their tongue in response. Roach finishes setting them up, takes another look, adjusting each to be perfectly level, then grins and skips away.

After the attack on the Dale and after returning from the expedition, Wilfire will walk around the entire inner perimeter, first to assess for damages on the wall and its foundations and then he would check all the biuldings.

Even taking all night long with help of magical light he will keep working until he feels he is satisfied for hours and hours if needs be.

After he is done he goes and collapses of exhaustion on a bed on the Inn.

In the early morning hours, Roach lays out a trail, of bottles of ale, mead and wine. The trail begins at the gates, meanders along the path, then up the hill and does a full loop onto itself, then heads out the other gate into the frontier. It follows the path past the ruins along the roadside, and finally stops just aside a tree. There, sits Roach, grinning up at whomever might come by.

She would hand them a bottle of wine.

The jovial hin, Pebbles, started her rounds early this morning. As she reached the front gate in her heavy layers of plate armor, she paused and suddenly clutched at her head. She gasped, putting a hand on the gate to steady herself. A fellow citizen, concerned by the uncharacteristic behavior, helped Pebbles back to the Hinn Inn to leave her with Fendel, her uncle. She muttered to him about the abrupt onset of a splitting headache and Fendel took her back to her room under the inn, where she could rest.

By midday, she still hadn't come back out.

Much, much later in the evening, Pebbles finally emerged from the Hinn Inn. She looked exhausted and the hint of pain in her expression did more than hint at her lingering headache. The apparent cause for the sudden onset of the headache became clear to anyone who came across her, however: two plated copper horns had grown from her brow, sweeping back over her head. Her pigtails disappeared in favor of a single ponytail, as a result.

As quickly as they had grown in, as seems to be a common problem for dragon disciples like Pebbles, it must have hurt quite a lot.

She remained her cheerful self, despite it all. And by the time she finally retired again for the night, she looked about ready to fall over.

After some days of absence, a weary-looking Ember Faren steps out of a portal, brushing snow from her hair and heading immediately home.

Back in her armor (just in case), Pebbles wanders about the Dale today, greeting her fellow hin cheerfully. The newly-grown horns on her head stand out, but...eh, she's always been weird. She doesn't mind if anyone teases her for them, and she's quick to tease right back.

She spends a few minutes standing near the Town Hall, gazing at the building as if contemplating something. She eventually wanders off again, her infectious smile never gone from her face.

Roach lies on her back on top of "Willy's Wall", lazily spending the afternoon. She pops grapes in her mouth from time to time, and with a quick puff of air shoots them out, attempting to catch them again in her mouth. Amazingly enough, she manages to catch most, the rest, she watches as they fall around the guards, Felldrakes and random passersby.

After a long day, Pebbles returns to the inn and slips downstairs to get out of her armor. She emerges wearing her favorite green tunic and makes her way over to one corner of the main room that has always been one of her favorites: the piano.

The usually jovial hin is rather quiet tonight, though, her smiles not quite as bright. She insists to her uncle that she's fine, of course, and does something that she normally doesn't. She plays the piano. It's nothing spectacular, or even familiar, but the hin with an ear for the music creates something new and perhaps surprisingly melancholy. The notes are slow and beautiful, as if she's practiced the song for ages and they just hold some kind of special meaning tonight. She stays leaned over the keys, her small, blunted claws caressing them. Her eyes closed, she seems to have lost herself in it.

Once her impromptu nocturne finishes, she sits up straight and sighs, and then looks around. Since the evacuation, the inn hasn't seen as much business, but there are still a few patrons present. A pair of Silver Dragons and an elf sit nearby, visibly paying attention to her. At the counter, her uncle Fendel looks as if he's going to come interrupt her. Clearing her throat, she returns her fingers to the keys and plays something far more upbeat - lest Fendel come and ask her a million questions about her day.

The upbeat music creates a much lighter atmosphere. She plays for nearly an hour before she finally retires for the night.

Among the ranks of the early morning, a grumpy captain can be seen outside going over drills with the militia. He looks to have dark circles under his eyes as he moves about his daily task. Filing paperwork in the hall then going off to do his patrols. He stops by every so often to check on certain copper hin named Pebbles. In the hours of the late night he can be seen in the kitchen baking and cooking, offering it out to any of the Silver dragons or Winya representatives around the Dale. It's sometime before the hin finds his way to the room in the Inn, talking over the day with a red-haired hin.

From a corner of the wall, steeped in deep shadow, Roach watches Griffo on his patrols with a watchful eye. Her usual carefree ways slightly altered to one of more alertness, given the events of the past day. If any militia were to roam out of line of sight from the Dale, Roach would quietly follow, far enough behind to not be detected easily, but close enough to check on them too.

// If anyone wants to detect her, send me a PM

A room is rented. In the inn. Not just any room, but one of the larger. One formerly rented by the current renter. A tidy sum is deposited for several months rent in advance. Most likely well more than needed, but one never knows if one might be detained or undertake unexpected journey's. Best to be safe and practical.
Over the night a crate was left in the cellar because that is where best to put a crate. Especially if that crate is loaded with oranges and lemons. Oranges and lemons hailing from Luiren where such trees flourish much to the delight of the native inhabitants. On this crate is a small piece of parchment with an equally small note under the name 'Pebbles'.
"Happy brewing." It would read. Under that would simply be a large stylish "B".

As night falls over the Dale, Pebbles slips inside the Inn. Her ridiculously cheerful smile fades away and she makes her way downstairs to change out of her armor. Wrapped in a short green tunic now, she rubs at an eye and takes a few calming breaths so she can gather her wits about her again. She then climbs the steps back to the main Common room, which has already emptied for the evening. Making her way back to the piano, she shoots a happy smile over at Fendel, who eyes her skeptically as he cleans up the last of the tables.

Pebbles sits down in the stool before the piano keys. Rather than fill the room with music as she has done numerous times before, she just drops her head forward. Her forehead, hardened by the presence of her horns, strikes the keys and creates a sharp, discordant sound heard throughout the inn. She closes her eyes and just leaves her head there, a grimace settling on her face.

"Stupid," she whispers very softly.

Curling her arms around herself, she just stays there, unmoving, until Fendel comes to her side and coaxes her to stand. She embraces her uncle suddenly and he places his hand on her head.

"Pebbles... What's the matter with you, girl?" he says quietly with concern.

She exhales heavily and looks up at him, urging the moisture in her eyes to go the hell away. It doesn't listen, though, and Fendel hurriedly takes her away from the Common room to try to pry out what could possibly be ailing the usually chipper copper-hin.

Bright and early in the morning, a little peal of laughter comes from the cellar as Pebbles discovers the crate with her name on it. She emerges from downstairs carrying an armful of oranges and lemons, and she takes to the inn's kitchen without any hesitation.

The aromas which come from the area within a few hours are delectable!

[IC] Life Happenings in Bendir Dale

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