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Handlebars was acting up again, shouting obsceneties and insults from the hills outside the Dale. I told him several times to leave, got replies like "Go f*ck yourself". Eventually he called me a "jack off" (Sounds cool, like a face-off!) and threw a grenade at me. Since there were others around, I tried to catch the grenade, but it blew up just before I could grab it. It did some harm to few people around, myself included.
After that I followed Handlebars to his camp on the hills and told him to leave, and that I was sick of his antics. He insulted me. I told him to walk, while he could still do so. He insulted me. I put him down and threw him off the cliff near the orc caves. Haven't seen him since.
~Jack
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Ramika wrote:
Of the things I know about Guano, half I shouldn't post.
Ice wrote:
Killer of threads! Bane of continuity. Herald of hiatus. All those things and sometimes even paladins.
Joined: 09 May 2007 Location: location, location!!
Hey guys,
I did some research about fancy magics and counting some numbers, which led me to thinking; how many people do we have in Bendir Dale to feed to begin with? And how many of them are priests? Because I stumbled into this particular pair of spells that might in theory work;
I've noticed a lot of people here have some ridonculous talent in spellcasting, so I put together some numbers from what I could find; Assuming there are priests as powerful as there are mages, one casting of the first spell could possibly feed more than 50 people for a whole 24 hours. Assuming someone focuses on this spell, say, five times a day, that'd feed 250-ish. If we have more than one capable priest, say, 4, that'd make 1000-ish people. Combining this to the city's current supplies and rationing it out to spread properly, this might really help us out. If the food goes bad, the second spell would come in handy.
Of course this isn't a good permanent solution, but with the slowly dwindling supplies we have, we could at least make them last longer by doing what we can in terms of these spells first, -then- relying on our so-called non-magical supplies. From what I was able to gather, these spells don't even need material focus to create. Cheap, says Jack.
Addendum; Oh, since we're talking about 3rd and 0st circle spells, with some luck we might be able to find someone who could craft us wands for those? *There's some math done between the lines, counting along the lines of "50 people fed per casting, times 25 charges a wand average equals 1250-ish people fed per wand."*
Whaddya think, guys? I'm not a magic-expert, but this is what I came up with while brainstorming.
~Jack
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Ramika wrote:
Of the things I know about Guano, half I shouldn't post.
Ice wrote:
Killer of threads! Bane of continuity. Herald of hiatus. All those things and sometimes even paladins.
A complaint against the blonde paladin (taller). She takes her role as 'protector' of the dale to mean she has the right to dictate our business and interfere in hin affairs. This is not what the dale needs.
Corel Wisteepockey.
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I know there are only two PC's currently of clan Wisteepockey, but I'd love if it could be taken as a house - Old Man, his now departed wife (NPC), and step-daughter Corel are recent to the Dale, but Old Man could have plenty of other relatives
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In Winya that morning, the druid Brokilon was given a pair of mithril rods. His task was explained to him clearly and simply: prepare two enchantments and a day in solitude to fashion the rods with them. He moved to the shrine of Rillifane, leaving behind a small crowd of his kin. Once there, he spoke a brief prayer to his patron, and then his work began.
Brokilon gathered stones from around the Leaflord's shrine and laid them into a neat circle. He cleared the leaves and grass from within the rocks, and spotted a little beetle crawling away frantically. He cracked an apologetic smile- not that the critter would understand such a gesture. Gathering the stones closely together, he packed the fresh earth along the rim of the circle until it formed an inverted dome, then traced a symbol of summer with his forefinger at the center. The druid laid the first rod of mithril atop the druidic rune, then began the spell "Heat Metal".
Praise to the fire, Of soothing warmth and burning flame, Both respected and feared I beseech you, Bring forth the blessing of your cleansing purity
He chanted and gestured, maintaining his effort for several hours. The metal slowly took on a glow, becoming dark red, then turning a lighter yellow, and finally a hot white. It laid there, glowing atop the fire rune, which took on a similar light. After a few moments longer, Brokilon left the enchantment to sustain itself, and immediately resumed preparing an area for the second rod. Again he gathered stones into a circle, packing the dirt along the edge to form a bowl within the earth. With forefinger extended, he traced the symbol of winter into the surface of the dirt. Setting the second rod in place, the druid resumed his gesturing and chant, and cast the spell "Chill Metal".
Reverence to the water, Of nourishing deliverance and fathomless depths, From faerie spring to mother sea I beseech you, Sustain this land with your life-giving touch
The air around the rod slowed and cooled, and after a few hours of his casting, became frosty. The druidic rune glowed faintly blue and pulsated, becoming much alike the first one in appearance. But the enchantments of either rod remained contained within their established boundaries: the circle of stone. Within the fire circle, the air was hot and dry, and within the frost circle, it was a stinging cold. Throughout the day, both rods cycled between high and low intensity as the druid focused his will upon them. At times, he felt the warm embrace of the summer, and at others, the encircling chill-breeze of winter. The sounds of trickster fey and irritated animals, rustling leaves about the shrine... all became distant.
For a full day's time he remained there, maintaining the twin enchantments and sustaining himself with the food and drink brought to him by his mate. Once a full day had passed, an elven woman, in a red scarf and earth-colored clothing, occasionally passed by the fore of the city looking for the artificer- waiting to bring him to the druid so that he may apply the final touch.
Notes from the town meetings have started to been gathered. These notes are available only to Citizens of Bendir Dale in the Town Hall. A note is read:
A few meetings have been had already. A quick summary of them would be:
The previous meetings consisted of things such as: -The New Mayoral Election / Debate -Blight of Bendir Dale -Quests and solutions -Militia being re-instated -General topics of progression and moving forward as a community.
I will continue to scribble on my leaves to help us keep track of what is discussed, and so others whom cannot make the meeting find out what happened! Ideally this will keep us all on the same page, so that there is no confusion and we can continue to grow and restore the lands.
The Acorn
// Figured I would volunteer on taking some town hall notes for a while since they have been a really big hit! Special thanks to DM Hudson for showing up to them to and interacting with us on Nof a few times as well too.
_________________ "Where there's life there's hope.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit
Gulliver Goldwoods (Acorn) - Keeper of the Lands of Bendir Dale Brandy Bramblefoot (Harlequin) - General practitioner & summoner of Mischief!
Another successful Town Hall meeting! Gulliver Goldwoods would then post a small tack for residents whom missed the meeting. It gives a brief overview of what was discussed. It reads:
A brief over-view of the Town Hall Meeting: -Aaegus Clenn, Councillor of Barak Runedar came on behalf of the dwarves about clearing our caves. It was decided that we would approach this in about tendays and focus on other matters for the moment. After the caves are cleared, it was also decided we could find a use for them then!
-Jack came up with a short term but ideally effective strategy on dealing with the food crisis. His idea was to find clergy to conjure up clean water and drink. I will personally be looking for Wardens of Yondalla in whom would be interested in participating in this cornucopia for the community.
-Gnome survivors of the portal massacre will continue find refuge in Kohligen, until our lands are more hospitable and healed where they can support more individuals. Any gnomes are free to contact Bendir Dale though on behalf of permanent residency.
-The town also discussed about the Bendir Dale militia. It was deemed wise that only current Citizens of Bendir Dale will be able to join the militia, and Theadric, the Sentinel, agreed to this. Breazy will be posting some guidelines and offering clarity on the role the militia will have under Theadrics command. Nof and his troops duties will remain the same and constant.
-All residents whom are willing to help with the quests on the search of knowledge about this blight are continued to do so and communicate their wishes. Continued efforts on providing food for the community are also encouraged and should contact Acorn!
-It was also discussed that the Militia will be receiving a higher quality armor, and newly enchanted swords. Breazy will be in charge of finding a cleric who can bless the weapons and help forge them to be extremely receptive to killing undeath and evil creatures, as we have often been plighted from them. Theadric and Breazy will also be working together, and ideally a town treasurer soon (interest was shown by two individuals at the meeting), about placing a work order to the Dwarves of Barak Runedar. More to come.
-Caution and alert is to be had lately with all the attacks on Bendir Dale, but all who came were willing and hopeful to change Bendir Dale in a positive new direction!
-There was also talk of a couple new ideas. Nothing was determined yet from them.
The Acorn
_________________ "Where there's life there's hope.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit
Gulliver Goldwoods (Acorn) - Keeper of the Lands of Bendir Dale Brandy Bramblefoot (Harlequin) - General practitioner & summoner of Mischief!
Gulliver Goldwoods, the Acorn, would certainly serve as a guide in Howness to this cause.
// I should be available to do this tuesday, thursday or sunday this week. But my schedule is a little up in the air at the moment so don't plan this around me!
_________________ "Where there's life there's hope.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit
Gulliver Goldwoods (Acorn) - Keeper of the Lands of Bendir Dale Brandy Bramblefoot (Harlequin) - General practitioner & summoner of Mischief!
I will certainly join, i have a few books i might add to that certain dragon's library in exchange for the info you seek. By timeframe i am with the same as rosie.
The other day, while travelling two and from Bendir Dale, a tall blonde paladin humilated me. Upon entering the city she began to question what I was doing within the city. Before I could completely answer, she pushed me down and stole my sack of mega bison meat. I had planned to feed that meat to the hungry children within the city. Instead it was all eaten up by a fat paladin.
Paladins are fat and worthless, please get rid of them before they do something worse.
The other day, while travelling two and from Bendir Dale, a tall blonde paladin humilated me. Upon entering the city she began to question what I was doing within the city. Before I could completely answer, she pushed me down and stole my sack of mega bison meat. I had planned to feed that meat to the hungry children within the city. Instead it was all eaten up by a fat paladin.
Paladins are fat and worthless, please get rid of them before they do something worse.
Signed, Benjamin Tootlebags
555444333 wrote:
A complaint against the blonde paladin (taller). She takes her role as 'protector' of the dale to mean she has the right to dictate our business and interfere in hin affairs. This is not what the dale needs.
Corel Wisteepockey.
A simple note is left in return:
These sound like the actions of an impostor. I will find the truth of these deeds committed against you!
The Acorn
_________________ "Where there's life there's hope.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit
Gulliver Goldwoods (Acorn) - Keeper of the Lands of Bendir Dale Brandy Bramblefoot (Harlequin) - General practitioner & summoner of Mischief!
As the duties of Keeper of the Land, Gulliver desperately continues to try to find answers to the blight. He seeks to ensure the healthy well being of all the creatures of Bendir Dale (both halfling and animal a-like) - and decides to see what he may learn from inspecting the animals. Perhaps Nature could be hiding a clue infront of his very eyes, and all that was needed for him to open his eyes... and really see the world around him.
Gulliver comes up to one of the surviving cows in the shire of Bendir Dale. He approaches with a calm spirit – and offers affectionate scratches and pettings to the cow. He would smile as he is “attacked” by the large cow tongue that would undoubtedly fly towards the gnome. Occasionally giggles would escape from him as it tickles his skin.
After the initial petting, Gulliver would groom the cow for several minutes, creating a bond with the animal. Using his druidic abilities of animal empathy, Gulliver would ensure a good spiritual connection is upheld and a series of low-to-high “moo’s” to bring peace to the animal. He would then begin to look for any signs on how the Blight may be affecting the animal. Gulliver would look at the cow for symptoms – such as diluted eyes, excessive salivation, cloudy eyes, any bellowing or groaning, weight loss, swelling, or any other negative sign of health.
_________________ "Where there's life there's hope.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit
Gulliver Goldwoods (Acorn) - Keeper of the Lands of Bendir Dale Brandy Bramblefoot (Harlequin) - General practitioner & summoner of Mischief!
All last night and well into this morning, the blue and silver clad young artificer could be found tucked away behind the town hall, hammering and transmuting and fitting various bit of piping together. The noise would subside as the night drew its dark blanket around the Dale, working by simple torchlight and doing his best to not wake the dreaming Dale denizens. By morning, they would awake to find a towering structure (by most hin standards) leaning against the rear of the town hall, under the watchful eye of the militia members there.
Twice the height of a human, one central, cylindrical tank would be rest upon a roughly cone-shaped tank which acts as the device's base, a bit of piping and a complex valve mechanism in between. A hatch can be seen on the top side of the base cone which appears to open, though currently remains sealed. From the cylindrical tank above, a spigot-like bit of piping with another valve mechanism points towards the ground in front of the device, while a much longer section of piping juts out and up from the back of the device. This upper piping leads to a third, smaller tank that rests slightly apart from the first two, supported by a simple but sturdy wooden scaffolding that connects the whole affair to the rear wall of the town hall.
All in all, it may seem a strange device indeed to the eyes of the hin, and perhaps a reminder of home for any gnomes which might call the Dale home. A sign is left on the front of the machine, at hin eye level.
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Not Yet Operational Final Components Expected Soon Please Do Not Climb
*A circus seems to have arrived in the Dale. Chief Bollo's amazing circus is due to set up shop in the Dale to lift the spirits of its residents.
The only problem is the majority of the entertainers and materials are still in Kohlingen as the road to Bendir is much too dangerous without ample protection.
Chief Bollo resides in the hin Inn where he tries to hire assistance in getting the circus over intact*
((will be online around 7 GMT this evening to oversee the happenings in the Dale))
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*Corel notes the planned expedition and even speaks briefly to Chief Bollo about it at the inn, though seems concerned she may have to leave ahead of time in order to ensure her da' doesn't go hungry!*
((Would love to do this but it might overlap with RL schedule, so might only be around for the start or end))
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It was raised at the Conclave by myself the other day that we should perhaps send letters to acquaintances and relatives in Luiren and elsewhere in order to encourage them to consider coming to Amia and helping Bendir with it's problems, since the village seems to have been chronically over-stretched in terms of hin hands for some time.
I am posting this note in order to publicise this idea, since I think it has merit, even in these times of hardship. It will likely take months for them to arrive in Luiren, and months more for any response or new immigrants to arrive, so we can do it in confidence that we will have made steps, if not solved, the crisis of the blight by the time anyone comes!
Arvoreen Bless!
Corel Wisteepockey
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Man, this account is over 10 years old. Where do I get my old man beard?
Breazy looks the note over and smile brightly pulling her favorite quill from seemingly no where she jots a note at the bottom No worries mate. We'll get you and the animals here safe.
Warm Regards, Mayor Breazy Goldenleaf
_________________ "I don't know how you persist in being so stubborn-" "It's a superpower. I was bitten by a radioactive mule."
As she makes her morning rounds, quietly stopping and talking to citizens and offering reassurance and morning rations, she spots the purifier. There is no mistaking the immediate sparkle of curiousness that enter her bright green eyes.She veers off with a wave to the drill master and his pupil looking at the contraption intently.
Luckily the elders are quite familiar with that look and head her off at the pass.
"See the note lass. Ya can't go playing with it. The taller work hard on it to have ya meddling."
She looks between the drill master and the machine obviously debating but ultimately ,with a pout and nodding consent, she walks away. Though she still keeps looking over her shoulder at the machine curiously. Mayor or not she obviously wont directly disobey a elder, at least not when they are being reasonable.
_________________ "I don't know how you persist in being so stubborn-" "It's a superpower. I was bitten by a radioactive mule."
Handlebars was acting up again, shouting obsceneties and insults from the hills outside the Dale. I told him several times to leave, got replies like "Go f*ck yourself". Eventually he called me a "jack off" (Sounds cool, like a face-off!) and threw a grenade at me. Since there were others around, I tried to catch the grenade, but it blew up just before I could grab it. It did some harm to few people around, myself included.
After that I followed Handlebars to his camp on the hills and told him to leave, and that I was sick of his antics. He insulted me. I told him to walk, while he could still do so. He insulted me. I put him down and threw him off the cliff near the orc caves. Haven't seen him since.
~Jack
A small reminder is added under this;
Just remember Jack as soon as he left and you followed off of Dale lands you solely became responsible for your action. Mind ya I ain't blaming you, but if he wants to camp in orc territory he has every right. We only control the lands as explained in the law section.
_________________ "I don't know how you persist in being so stubborn-" "It's a superpower. I was bitten by a radioactive mule."
The other day, while travelling two and from Bendir Dale, a tall blonde paladin humilated me. Upon entering the city she began to question what I was doing within the city. Before I could completely answer, she pushed me down and stole my sack of mega bison meat. I had planned to feed that meat to the hungry children within the city. Instead it was all eaten up by a fat paladin.
Paladins are fat and worthless, please get rid of them before they do something worse.
Signed, Benjamin Tootlebags
555444333 wrote:
A complaint against the blonde paladin (taller). She takes her role as 'protector' of the dale to mean she has the right to dictate our business and interfere in hin affairs. This is not what the dale needs.
Corel Wisteepockey.
A simple note is left in return:
These sound like the actions of an impostor. I will find the truth of these deeds committed against you!
The Acorn
Reading these a fierce frown can be seen and some would even take a small step away from such a look on her usual cheerful face. Pulling her favorite quill from seemingly nowhere another note is added: Get me a positive identification. A I'll send her packing with a note pinned to her arse for the first knight!
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As of late, a frail elven figure of flamingly red hair and robes of the same tint would be seen having interest in the notice. Small hands reached to her bag for a journal, she opened it on the proper page at once. Arcane phrases left her mouth, followed by a flawless gesture of a hand sliding down the notice, as if scanning its contents. Once the spell is finished, the girl wrote down a few more lines in the mentioned journal and after that, she left Bendir.
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Breazy Goldenleaf wrote:
sYuzan wrote:
Handlebars was acting up again, shouting obsceneties and insults from the hills outside the Dale. I told him several times to leave, got replies like "Go f*ck yourself". Eventually he called me a "jack off" (Sounds cool, like a face-off!) and threw a grenade at me. Since there were others around, I tried to catch the grenade, but it blew up just before I could grab it. It did some harm to few people around, myself included.
After that I followed Handlebars to his camp on the hills and told him to leave, and that I was sick of his antics. He insulted me. I told him to walk, while he could still do so. He insulted me. I put him down and threw him off the cliff near the orc caves. Haven't seen him since.
~Jack
A small reminder is added under this;
Just remember Jack as soon as he left and you followed off of Dale lands you solely became responsible for your action. Mind ya I ain't blaming you, but if he wants to camp in orc territory he has every right. We only control the lands as explained in the law section.
*Tacked beneath the unsigned addendum to Jack's original notice.*
His camp wasn't in orc territory, it was on the hill outside Dale. You could see it from the gates. The grenade he threw landed 15 feet from the gates. He can camp in the orc territory if he wants, but if he throws a grenade, a blast-radius of which scorched parts of our windmill, I consider myself obligated to kick his ass.
Me/he/we didn't leave the Dale lands in this particular case until I dragged his bleeding ass out by his ankle.
~Jack
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Ramika wrote:
Of the things I know about Guano, half I shouldn't post.
Ice wrote:
Killer of threads! Bane of continuity. Herald of hiatus. All those things and sometimes even paladins.
*Tacked beneath the unsigned addendum to Jack's original notice.*
His camp wasn't in orc territory, it was on the hill outside Dale. You could see it from the gates. The grenade he threw landed 15 feet from the gates. He can camp in the orc territory if he wants, but if he throws a grenade, a blast-radius of which scorched parts of our windmill, I consider myself obligated to kick his ass.
Me/he/we didn't leave the Dale lands in this particular case until I dragged his bleeding ass out by his ankle.
~Jack [/quote]
This is correct. I was there during the event, Jack had all warrant to want him to move. When he declined to leave Dale lands he was ignoring an member of the militia as well as attempted assault with that fire bottle.
-Vigilant Sentinel Theadric Shortwick
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*Thanks to the help of many stout hin and some tallers the circus has now fully arrived. The rest of the evening was spend with brave hin and a kobold wrestling badgers, the kobold even managing to defeat Tiny.
Undoubtely there will be more entertainment soon!*
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Just the next day, the same elven girl is back in town, having interest in the same notice. This time though, she leaves a message pinned to the board.
"Mayor Goldenleaf,
being an arcanist, historian and researcher myself, my desire is to take part in the expedition. The Yuan-Ti society alongside their cult of Sseth are topics I bear thorough knowledge of, thus I believe I can help your endeavours. I hope the fact I am not a frequent visitor in town will not be a problem. You surely can understand I find the contents of the library very tempting to study.
Three days ago a series of unusual happenings befell the Dale and, though nobody was harmed and no damage upon the settlement inflicted, quite a few of the residents took shelter preemptively. It started with a light breeze, blowing from East to West, which soon turned into a fairly potent wind that scattered a myriad small objects and had most people scrambling for cover behind the walls or in their homes.
The following sign was a light shower, born of a sky devoid of clouds. Finally, though the sun had not yet set, seven stars shined brightly high above the hin settlement. A particular constelation that anyone who's seen Mystra's symbol even once in their lives would easily recognize.
What these omens meant, if anything, was left unclear, as with the last one life in Bendir Dale returned to normal.
Though she doesn't follow the dogma of Mystra, being a wizard, Breazy pays a great deal of homage, and due respect to the mistress of the weave. Unlike many who would see this as a bad omen, or run in fear, with her natural optimisme Breazy makes offering of magical gems and crafted wands to Mystra as homage for seeing Bendir Dale and perhaps in hopes that the great goddess might see fit to offer guidance to a lowly hin wizard in hopes of combat the magic being used outside the weave.
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A note is left in the town hall by a kobold, the message reads as follows:
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Dear Dale,
Below are the instructions on invoking the Cerulean Sign. Doubtless you have heard about the plague of 'Quintessence' going around, and this is currently the only known cure, though other methodologies are being researched.
The steps to casting the cure are as follows: 1: Procure some freshly cut grass. A tie to nature is important for this. Prepare a circle of freshly cut grass for the patient to lie in. 2: The caster nicks his finger, a drop of the caster's blood will help cement the tie to nature. (Note: it's possible this may fail for those of outsider bloodlines, if so, use more grass for step one) 3: Gather abjurative energy, similar to the initial stages of a dispel magic, but simply gather the energy 4: With your hand, draw the following sign in the air. Once drawn, push the abjurative energy forward, 5: Five castings of this will be required to cure a patient. The patient will also be subject to a horrible amount of pain throughout the entire process, depending on how bad their infection is. Be certain to monitor the patient's health as the castings are done.
Notes: 1: Infected persons cannot cast the sign. They will also find the drawing of the cerulean sign extremely unpleasant to look at. This can be used for screening the infected. 2: A person who is cured then re-infected will face a much more severe infection. Casting the rite on a person a second time is often lethal to the patient. 3: Any spellcaster of sufficient skill can learn to do this, despite it originally being a druidic rite. 4: This is currently, the only known functioning cure. More research is being done on this currently.
Please ask me in person if any of you wish clarification on any points.
After a brief request by Kurchin and Gulliver. Theadric and Rose went into the Skull Crags and killed a small group of trolls. Once killed, Theadric stood observing the blood to see if it reacts oddly, confirming or denying their theory that the blood being spilled in the trolls lands is what is being fuel for the blight in the Dale.
Gives a small sigh, then shrugs heading back to the Dale after there was no out of the ordinary reaction.
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Valentinus just stood there in the strong winds only lifting an arm to shield his eyes from objects that took flight. His blue cloak fluttered and snapped in the wind effectively making it difficult to see the Mystran symbol on it.
Valentinus just stood there in the light shower his bright topaz gaze lifting up to catch sight of those stars. And that set him in motion. Likely looking for someone in particular.
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The next morning, as he arrived in Winya and was ushered in by the elven woman to the shrine of the Leaflord, Ranallas could not help but stop and smile wistfully at the sight. As he watched the elven druid chant, drawing in and shaping the natural energies within the "bowls" he had cleared out among the dirt and leafs, he couldn't help but remember another druid who instead had chosen sand as her medium.
Though not one to be spoken of as the religious type, he did take a moment to offer a silent prayer to Isis for the young druidess.
Shaking away the miasma of memory, he greeted Brokilon with a swift, respectful nod, not wishing to disturb the man's efforts unduly. He knelt beside the first of the rods, that of summer, and held his hands over the glowing hot metal as one would over a warming bonfire. The draconian words and intricate gestures that followed began to seal the radiant energy which had slowly been summoned by the druid over the past day, into the metal which it had been summoned to. With one final gesture, a deliberate turn of the wrist as though turning a key within a lock, the Permanency incantation was completed, the artificer's eyes momentarily fluttering as his own energy was used to complete the "lock".
As the strain on the druid to maintain the rituals lessened, and the strain on the artificer began to show, he couldn't help but smile ruefully as a thought struck him; balance in all things.
Moving next to the circle of winter, and the frost-rimmed rod within, the same incantation was begun and completed, the muscles in his body shuddering with the sudden wave of fatigue. Whispering the command word he had chosen over both of the rods, the spell energy within began to grow dormant, one rod cooling and the other thawing.
Thank you, Brokilon, these will prove to be just what the Dale needs, I think. All I need now is a priest to imbue the final rod and we will see if we might alleviate the taint upon their land.
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Later that day, the artificer returned to the Dale and to the device he had constructed. Without preamble, he deftly unlatched both the lower conical chamber, and the small uppermost cube container, affixing the heating rod to the interior of the former and the cooling rod in the latter.
Of the nearest militia member or other hin who might be watching in curiosity, he would ask, Can I borrow a bucket please? I'd like to test the purifier and make sure it's in good working order now.
Once the bottom chamber of the purifier was suitably filled with water from the nearby stream, as well as the small topmost cube, he would whisper the command word to activate the two rods and turn the first of the valves, the contraption springing into life.
As the water at the devices' base began to heat and turn to steam, the "cap" in the central cylinder began to lift, lift, lift until it reached the top, triggering the closing of the valve below and opening the valve at the back of the unit for a brief moment. A small amount of freezing cold water from the upper cube tank rushed into the central tank, condensing the purified steam back into water and sending it sloshing through the front spigot, into the waiting bucket. As the cap lowered back down, the central tank empty, it triggered the closing of the spigot and the re-opening of the lower valve, allowing the next batch of steam to rise and the process to begin anew.
Soon enough, the Dale folk would have a bucket of water purified of any physical contaminants.
Now all that remains, the artificer would exclaim, is to enchant the third rod and add it to the central tank. Then we'll see if we have any luck in using the purified and then Consecrated water to battle the Blood Taint.
Any of your local priests that would like to step up?
Animals would not be affected by the blight other then there being no food for herbivores in the affected area. So while the cow may be lean it isn't ill any more then the inhabitants have been.
The blood acts as blood would, forming a pool and wouldn't be absorbed by the ground.
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Harold Kendry (Illusionist) -> see avatar Elloanore (Travelling bard)
Complaint against Militia Member Sugarpaw, for shooting kin without say-so of Theadric and pre-empting his authority.
Complaint against Theadric for impatience in dealing with kin and grabbing Myk and seeking to evict him from the cartway rather than talking to him reasonably about his issues with the 'elven propaganda'.
I'm not particularly happy to have to leave complaint against kin, but I feel this matter bears further discussion.
Arvoreen Bless! Corel Wisteepockey
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Man, this account is over 10 years old. Where do I get my old man beard?
Corel, I suggest you read up on Myks current status with in Bendir Dale. He is already banned from the walls. His offensive behaviour outside our gates will not be tolerated.
I have been patient with him. But due to his numerous offences on kin and his blatant disrespect for the pantheon he so dares to claim to uphold. As for Sugarpaw, please, allow me to discipline the militia in the way I deem fit when they step out of line.
-Vigilant Sentinel Theadric Shortwick.
Ps. I know you are Myks friend, but his behaviour is intolerable when the law is involved. Thus pointing out his harrassing of visitors, who were not trying to indoctrinate Bendir Dale. They respect our pantheon, as we respect theirs.
About that taller Paladin. It's See-ah-ranh Blah-moe... blameu... I dunno. I asked her name, but could no say 'in writing' for fear of clicking onto why I asked.
Also... today. I do no really know how to phrase this gently. What in Yondalla's name are we doing tolerating folk like that Mirnia, who just intervenes in the face of our laws and murders someone, and a fellow hin no less! The only people who should have the right to lethal force in the Dale are the Militia and those given the say-so by merit of being deputy. End of.
I will no comment in Myk's status or role in it, but the use of magic and alleged killing of Myk on the cart-way is despicable.
Arvoreen Bless, for it be obvious we need it!
Corel Wisteepockey
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Man, this account is over 10 years old. Where do I get my old man beard?
About that taller Paladin. It's See-ah-ranh Blah-moe... blameu... I dunno. I asked her name, but could no say 'in writing' for fear of clicking onto why I asked.
Also... today. I do no really know how to phrase this gently. What in Yondalla's name are we doing tolerating folk like that Mirnia, who just intervenes in the face of our laws and murders someone, and a fellow hin no less! The only people who should have the right to lethal force in the Dale are the Militia and those given the say-so by merit of being deputy. End of.
I will no comment in Myk's status or role in it, but the use of magic and alleged killing of Myk on the cart-way is despicable.
Arvoreen Bless, for it be obvious we need it!
Corel Wisteepockey
*A sneaky lil magehand removed it to look over before a preemptive retort is put up*
The reason you are tolerating me, miss Corel, is i try to do what most refuse. I might be a mage but at least i do not let bloody effect judgement. Hin are no exception to being puppets or even corrupt by the forces we hate. Myk is only one of many i read on that attacked the dale. I waited until i was given the okay, then i did as needed to be done. hate me all you will but i will not let you slander my honor for your own odd sense of right and wrong. Instead of placing a 'report' on me, perhaps you should settle it like dust. Let it go away as nothing -you- do will stop what i am allowed to do.
Please speak to me and theadric about it if you wish, but i will hold my ground. ~mirnia.
*An large letter has been nailed to the wall of the dale. It's title is in large bold letters. Beneath this letter is a smaller one*
Addressed to the citizens of the Dale
I write this down because I refuse to wait on Mayor Breazy any further. Contrary to popular belief I have done a lot of good for Dale without it knowing it. I have successfully: infiltrated Radamis' team of necromancers whom desired to bring harm to the Dale, acquired names and locations of would be terrorists to the Dale, prevented and eliminated an assassination attempt against Mayor Breazy, protected the fight against the Blight effort from utter destruction. To prove this I am now publicly listing the names of those who were involved in Radamis' plots. I list these names knowing damn well the danger they will put me in, even if it means just to prove a point. - Solomon
- Braylock
- Mozenwrath
- Zassi Verum
I kept this facade as long as I could but after finding out the circumstances and strong attempt of murder on my life at the hands of Mirnia and "Sugarpaw". I let this be known to Breazy that if punishment did not be fall those quick to killing that I would come out and spill the beans. I have been working undercover and reporting to Breazy all of the information I have provided. I have spent my time on probably the most painful crusade of becoming the most hated, rejected, and disliked halfling in the Dale. I let people tell stories true and false, I threw a single firebomb at jack and company, attacked a few tallers and hin, spouted plenty of xenophobic hate speeches, rambled about nonsense, and ultimately disturbed the peace. Never did I once kill someone. I write this knowing damn well Breazy will not deny the truth, I write this because it would appear I've little to no choice, and I write this knowing the danger I put myself in especially from those I have just listed by name. The only people who knew about this were Breazy, Theadric, and WalnutPistachioCashewPotato ACORN. These people were the only ones given this knowledge. At first it was only Breazy that would be informed by this but after the information provided was strong enough to help save the town, and protect our fight against the Blight we decided to inform the others. As far as I can tell; Theadric was unconvinced, and Acorn believes me to be evil. I have gone out of my way to write this statement and allow it to be known the truth about what I do, and what the Mayor has been well aware of for awhile now. I apologize for the trouble caused but the harm I did was little to none in the end. All the explosives, the violence, the hate speech; all a facade so that I could find enemies of the Dale knowing they would come seeking one of their own to walk amongst them quietly. I have been given no choice however but to end this facade. In addition to this, and to combat Almond'sArtichoke's ACORN'S horribly misinformed opinion that I am "Evil". I have provided testimonies from two Paladins with this letter.
Sincerely,
Myk Thorngallow
*The writing of Myk is surprisingly well done... it's clear that this was written by an average writer. below his signature are two other signatures that appear to be from Paladins*
"I have tested and confirmed the status of this half-ling to be: NOT EVIL"
Word begins to reach the far corners of town that the Acorn is trying to find any Cleric of Yondalla whom may be able to perform such important feats of conjuring food under the blessing of the Nurturing Matriarch.
_________________ "Where there's life there's hope.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit
Gulliver Goldwoods (Acorn) - Keeper of the Lands of Bendir Dale Brandy Bramblefoot (Harlequin) - General practitioner & summoner of Mischief!
Gulliver would smile while reading this note, sending prayers of wonderful travels from the Masked Leaf to any who would make the voyage...
//This might be a good opportunity for players who want to join/are interested in Bendir Dale but haven't joined or tried our community yet! *cough, hint, nudge, wink*
_________________ "Where there's life there's hope.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit
Gulliver Goldwoods (Acorn) - Keeper of the Lands of Bendir Dale Brandy Bramblefoot (Harlequin) - General practitioner & summoner of Mischief!
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