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The non-bard, who is none-the-less fairly talented with the piano (and lets face it, it's not hard to join in singing a bawdy tavern song or two) shakes his head at the question.

When I came into the docks in Cordor, as soon as I heard of Bendir Dale I came straight here. I've only managed to get a bit of exploring done around the immediate area around the Dale and Cordor. What can you tell me about Guldorand and Uhm? And this Storyweaver? He finishes by taking a sip of his nearly forgotten mead, completely invested in the conversation as he is.

*chuckles and sits back..leaning against Briar*
Yer the smartest Taller I seen in a while...ter come straight here and leave that place!

Well...le's see...Gulderand be a mountain village..up the Skullcrags. Mostly timber folk..but a lot o Building materials come through there. So might be a interest ter ya. Nice enough Tavern...good ale. And there be a portal to the far side of Fearun. Gits ya ter Khem it does. Land o scantily clad wenc...er... *coughs* hot suns and lots of sand.

*attempts to move on before Briar guts him*

Uhm be a nice place and has a nice Inn. Its up the west coast past Warftown. Good shops there too. Ya kin use em carts ter get to both..don'tcha know.

As fer the Storyweaver...well...ats one of me favorites. Ceptin ya gots ter know how ter get there...
*winks and taps the side of his nose...now a bit rosey from the drink*
Ya needs ter find the magic picture in the Cordor theatre. Fer a piano man..at be a right good place fer ya.

Its midnight for me too. Its an unholy time to be up to or wake for. I am just lucky that its falling over one of my days off so I can get away with it.

His danger sense good, despite having an untreated run-amok-mouth syndrome, Egan might have managed to dodge one of Briar's meaner pinches to his arm-- the ones that pinch and twist-- the WORST.

Then again, maybe not.

He can't help but chuckle at the antics of the two, bringing a warm smile to his face. Counting on his fingers, So that's Wharftown, Uhm and Guldorand to investigate... and as much as it will pain me, Cordor for this theatre.

Pausing in thought a moment, absently rubbing his chin again, What about that inn in the walled city to the far northeast.. Kohl-something? It looked like it could use a bit of livening up when I stopped by on my way through the city.

"Kohlingen?" Briar chortles. "Eh, it's do-gooder city, home of the Triadic Knights. Nice enough and all, just-- ya gotta watch yerself while yer there is all. ...so, aye, I think they could use livenin' up.. just-- they may not so much agree!"

Throwing on his nearly signature half-smile, half-smirk at that, giving a bit of a rueful chuckle, I did get that impression.

"Aye! What sorta respectable taller builds a giant white walled city an' says don' paint big yellow an' black smiley faces on the walls!" *Toby pipes in about four drinks later*

Greetings Miss Prescia,

I am Barris, a druid of the grove. I was hoping we would be able to meet to discuss a few business matters, preferably soon. Tomorrow or the day after would be ideal, but whenever you are available is fine.

Barris

AlphaWaves wrote:

As for the cave, I'm not sure what's been happening before Johanna become mayor. But what I've found from the RP with the Brogendenstein dwarves is that they've been doing work on it already.

In fact, there've been dwarves there this whole time, I've recently discovered. And as the mayor was DM controlled during their initial stages, I'd be inclined to say that it must have been DM approved already. But that may need clarification from Bobo or whatever DM has been involved.

As far as I'm aware of, both Bobo and Gothic have been on this from Bendir's side, at least Bobo. I come from the dwarf side, but we're only providing the IC workforce and materials, so the main DM-player interaction should happen on the Bendir side. The original plan came to Brog via a player who had been in contact with the overseeing DM of Bendir at the time.

I actually didn't know about the dwarves there either, but it may have just slipped my mind. I honestly can't recall meeting with any one about that plans specifically.

Things are postponed at the moment, regardless.

Regardless of postponings, it was Jehran's character Grindan who did the initial talking with Gothicsauce about it. Or that's what we were informed. There are no NPCs, because.... well, because we thought that notifying of such things along with the construction business falls to Bendir peeps because it's their turf.

It did slip your mind, though. You're the last person to have had correspondence with Barak concerning the next part-payment and postponing the whole thing, week or so back.

As for this:

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[*]Scaffolding or general chaos around the cave mouth. (And possibly Brogendenstein Dwarves if that has been approved)

There's no problem with the Brog dwarf NPCs. There's supposed to be a team, four-five workers and a foreman.

Infernal_Pain wrote:

Regardless of postponings, it was Jehran's character Grindan who did the initial talking with Gothicsauce about it. .

That was along time ago and was in regards to other issues, though it was done.

Yes, it was a long time ago. That's the only thing we've been handling, though. The very same thing. If there's some misunderstanding in here, it doesn't come from us.

Suppose so. What needs to be caught up, then?

and who should I drop the payment on?

Okay, my bad here for lack of communication. Sorry, I'll step in now. Since Johanna became mayor there has been IC communication in person and in letter that have been dealing with the Brog-Bendir project. I had informed Bobo when he wasn't busy, and the latest IC letter has been forwarded to the clerks/NPCs of the Town Hall (i.e. to Bobo again, to keep things with the same people involved).

The gold payments would have been made by Bobo or Gothic because Johanna (or more precisely me) has no way of accessing the towns funds.

Though, to be fair, when Johanna became mayor, she was still massively lacking knowledge on the subject and deals done before, but when she met with the Brogendenstein dwarves she was then up to speed.

ICly, I've done what I can, but I'm a bit out of game for the moment. This is not permanent. I will be back, but RL is busy. Something I did not foresee when taking on the role of mayor.

I apologise for leaving some people in the lurch. Players of Broggy dwarves and Bendir-folk alike.

I hope this clears up some things.

The only thing needing catching up was the cave issue itself, OOCly. Seems people didn't know something's being done about it and that Brog is involved in it. We're supposed to reopen it, excavate and plant support structures, the rest isn't any of our biz. I hope it's cleared now and it won't be a grey spot for the designers.

As for the payment, Glothar aka Pithecus Underdarkhus handles those things.

Ah! All right, I hear you now. I'll speak to someone about it asap.

the door to the inn rooms opens and a fair looking hin with black hair pulled back into a pony tail tied off with a twisted golden leaf. her clothes seem tailored and almost elven. she sits herself to a table a little way from the others, nursing a hot drink.

*chuckles at Toby's comment as he absently rubs the red spot where Briar reminded him about some things*
Aye Toby...em tincans up there ent got the sense ter see the fine canvas they done erected. Master Vastiel they could use da influence of such a fine 'xample of good taller manners as ya got.
*nods sagely if a little tipsily...then smiles at the fair Hin seated near and raise a glass in welcome*

//So GMT 0000, which is in about 10 hrs from now.

// *rages* I will be there with Bella

*Toby opens his mouth to speak only to shut it when he notes the new arrival. He instead taps Egan and says in what he believes to be a whisper* " 'ave I been spending too much time with studying Elves or did a gorgeous right-sized one just sit down by us?" *squints his eyes, trying to focus thru the slight haze brought on by downing a fair share of good mead*

*hearing the whisper the hin smiles* "your on the right track I must say" *she grins and sips a moment simply listening curiously into the conversation, not participating further*

At this, Briar cranes her head around and notes the new arrival, scowling for one moment, then her lip curls up in a wry unsure half grin. She'd nod at her, then focus on her ale, seeming a bit sulky.

*the hin would hold her hands up defensivley at the look and focus back down on the drink*

" So, uh...". * Toby gathered his thoughts* ""you new 'round 'ere Elf-Hin?"

*looks up and nods* been wanting to 'explore' the hin side of the family, being brought up in Winya and all don't see much more than xenophobic elves. Must say this place is realy nice, thought I'd come down and have a listen to the music.

Briar decides to attempt to be nicer. "I'm Briar," she says. "What's yer name, gal?"

hm? Pilineth, nice to meet you Briar, interesting name, whats it mean?

"Heh, means I was a mean little pinch in me mother's side, I guess. A briar is a thorn patch, gal. So... I'll leave ya to your own conclusions then." She shrugs a bit, the surliness leaving her as she gives the elf-hin a chance, and likely herself as well.

At Pilineth's mention of music, Vastiel downs the last of his first (and only) mug of mead and smiles, Well then, I wouldn't want to dissapoint. He wriggles his fingers for a few moments over the keys to loosen them up, deciding upon "The Coachman" and then starts in without further adue.

I once took a job as a coachman
My money was paid in advance
I then took a trip down to Cormyr
From there to the house of Illance
There I met a charming young lady
Who 'dressed me and said with a smile
"Young man, I'm in need of a coachman
To drive me in old fashioned style"

Oh she was such a charming young lady
And a lady of highest renown
And I being a dashing young coachman
I drove her ten times 'round the town

She then took me down to the cellar
She filled me with whiskey so quick
I hadn't been there many moments
When she asked for a look at my whip
She held it, she viewed it a moment
She then laid it down with a smile
"Young man, by the look and the length of your slash
We could drive the best part of ten mile"

She bid me get up to the Chaise-box
So I climbed right up to the seat
Three swishes I gave with my cracker
And drove her straight down the high seat
I handled my whip with good judgment
Until I was up to her ways
But the very first turn that I gave on the wheel
I broke the main spring of her chaise

When my mistress grew tired or grew weary
She'd call me to stop for a rest
She'd shout for her serving maid, Sally
The girl that I loved second best
"Sally, we've got a fine coachman
He understands driving in style
While the spring on the chaise is repairing
I'll let him drive you for a while"

The last note he finishes with a bit of a flourish on the piano, and a light chuckle that he can't quite contain.

Written in her usual script and marked by a prestidigitation of a small flame:

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Hey you two,
I have good news and bad news. Good news is I have given birth to twins! Bad news is that word has reached the Hinn Inn that the fifth obelisk has risen in Cordor. It is my belief that a decision must come to, assuming one hasn't been already made, and announced publicly as to how the evacuation will proceed. As it stands, there were a few folks that have already decided to head to Khem and I believe Peter, the children, and I will join them within the week.
Inner Warmth!

~Nina

*Egan had watched the exchage between Briar and Pilineth...with a wry grin...leaning over and encouraging toby to "Make Friends" with the new lass.*
[whispered] oye theres a lass ya'd like about ya on a cold night Toby...
*As the song ends Egan Laughs riotously*
Oye...ats a right bawdy one er! Mayhap ya kin play a dancin tune next? I think me inerds be wetted enough fer at!
*shoulders Toby to ask Pilineth to dance. Then turns his attention to Briar*

A boisterous "Woo Hoo!" followed by an infectious chuckle erupts from a high backed chair near the fire. What once was most definitely an empty chair is now comfortably occupied by a motley clad hin. His long, greying brown hair pulled neatly back into a ponytail matches that of his long greying mustache. With his mismatched boots kicked up on the table, he sits with a half twist to face the piano's direction, tankard held high in salute. "Well played lad! That reminded me of... *chuckles slightly* well, I'll have to get them lyrics from ya'! Right proper pub poesy if I've ever heard it. A toast to the minstril!" At that he tilts his tankard to empty it's contents. Wiping the remnants of a proper head of beer from his thick mustache with the back of his hand he regards the group of mostly familiar faces. "Somebody roll a Bounty die and that amount o' the next rounds be on my tab. Ya' hear that Fendel!" With a twist at the end of his greying mustache he waits for a roll.

The large sea-going vessel moors in Cordor Docks, a small figure peeping over the ships side throughout the manoeuvres, though its only a few inches shorter than she.

First down the gangplank of all the handful of passengers aboard, and loaded with bags and bundles, some of odd shapes, others with the end of various musical instruments sticking out, she is followed by a crewman carrying more luggage, who dogs her footsteps through South Cordor, as she looks all about her, and notes the many changes, nodding approvingly.

He follows her right through Cordor to just outside it's North Gate, and wearily puts down his load, though its hardly less weighty than the surprisingly strong little Hin woman carries. She pays him off with a pouch of gold, and after clearing her throat, she breaks into an ululating 'song' that conjures up images in the mind of strength, and stone, and the very earth itself. Slowly, a figure rises up out of the ground, the turf briefly breaking apart to allow it passage, rising, rising, until it stands near seven foot tall, a bulky, near-humanoid figure, seemingly of stone, while she, still singing, but paying no heed to the Stone Grunt, rearranges the straps and handles of her bags, and then places them in the hands of the thing she refers to as 'Rocky' and oders it to close its hands about the straps and handles, motioning for it to carry them along behind her to the Cart Stop. At another command, it puts the luggage into the cart, and then, as she breaks into a variation of the 'song' that brought it forth from the ground, 'Rocky' begins to sink back into it again.

The cart trundles along the well-worn route to Bendir with her noting such changes here too that have occurred in her long absence, until it breasts the ridge that separates the Orcish Frontier from the Dale, and when she catches her first sight of the village that was her home for many years, and that she left so abruptly, and quietly, several years before - at that point, unable to contain herself, she jumps nimbly down from the still moving cart, having removed her boots on the trip, leaving her large hin feet bare - and runs along beside it down the steep slope towards Bendir's gates, and the opening of yet another chapter in her life..........

(Edited because I forgot to mark it as IC)

*Pilineth turns looking a little shocked then laughs ordering herself another drink*

The gathering had been few and select in the Town Hall. Belladonna’s hair had been soaking wet at the time and when the the towns officials had filled in it was to find Bella slumped at the head chair, her forehead against the tables top and sleeping soundly, her breathing even but it was obvious how wrung out she must truly be.
The smell of smoke still hung around her, the dirt and soot clung to her face despite the attempts to wash it away. There were a few tears in her clothing, but nothing a needle and thread would not fix. It was only thankful there had been no blood spilt, at least not yet…

The towns folk had filled in and Lyle had stopped near her to gently rouse her awake and offering her a very sweet cookie, much to the distress of Nof who had looked on as Bella had carefully nibbled at the food.
Her thoughts were scattered, she was finding it difficult to think let alone throw coherent sentences together to try and express to those gathered. Trying in desperation to explain what she knew about the Formians and what she suspected and what they should try and do in the near future.
She had spoke and answered questions from all sides until her mind filled with soft clouds and she had almost tumbled forwards into darkness. She could feel herself corned like a wild animal and rage was building, trying to make the others see, to make them understand.
Making her excuses she had quickly left the remainder of the meeting and had quite literally fled to the Duir where she had collapsed against the sleeping form of her much beloved panther companion.

*word is passed around that those willing to stay may, at their own risk. Due to the impending effect of the Obelisks and the presence of the formians, the Mayors plan is being enacted by the Council.*

Stopping to read the notice Belladonna is still for a long time, her features hidden beneath the folds of her hood. Finally she departs with a sweep of her cloak in the wind as she heads for dark places...

*Toby could be heard thinking aloud as he lit his pipe and smoked next to the fireplace in the Hinn Inn following the meeting* " 'ow many elected representative speakers does this town 'ave? I mean if nature folk wanna do their thing, great, but who told 'em to speak on behalf o' all Hin, both in town an' no'..." *He kept replaying the comment Bri had made in their unofficial pre-meeting the day before* "Lass has a fine eye fer the truth o' things. Egan be a lucky fella." *Memories of Bri's tendency to ruin pranks arose from the comment and all he could do was chuckle and finish smoking his pipe before heading out to set up camp over by the Mill*

*Nina spreads the word that there are a few families of the Dale that are already in Khem and that more are welcome to join. She otherwise does the best she can while not ignoring her newborns.*
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*Toby spots the signs with a slight grin as more people get to loading their wagons* "T'days your lucky day kin! I, Toby, a member o' the Highthistle Snipers o' Luiren offer ya my services with the sling as a caravan protector!"

Briar sees the notice and leaves immediately to try and find Egan.

Briar's sourness seems to be sweetening up, and she takes Egan's arm, listening and laughing at the song.

((this in response to a letter left for the leadership of Bendir Dale. http://www.amiaworld.net/phpBB3/viewtopic.php?f=58&t=52876 ))

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Dear Friends,
Mr. Tuomas's plans seem sound in theory. Assuming the Tallers agree to it, I feel we should lend our aid as best as we are able. As for my part, I intend to offer Mr. Tuomas my talents with tossing spells into the sky as, of all of us, I feel I have a goodly amount of practice and may be able to hurl them the distance required to be seen by all corners of the Obelisk.
Inner Warmth,
~Nina

A notice is left in Muck's, posted by Tak, for any one with spellcasting talent report to Nina for a potential service to the Dale.

*on an investigation visit Rose looks around town in the different buildings for Lyam. Not being able to find him she spies the notice that he had already spoke with her about the subject matter on and leaves a note*

Captain Lyam,

I have been trying to reach you concerning the obelisks and the shrine of Dicho and it's possible connection I had asked of you about after bringing it to your attention. I'm pleased to see the contingency that I inquired about and that you informed me of is in the process of being carried out. I'd like to coverse with you on any findings you may have uncovered. As well the Horsemen are working with members of the Shrine and others throughout Amia to aid in the upcoming threat. Of course any new information we've gathered I'll share with you the next time we meet. I look forward to our meeting. I appoligize for publicly placing this, but I was scarce to know how to reach you. The Horsemen as well offer our forces to aid in any endeavors you may have in the works to fend off this most imminent threat.

This summoning threatens the entirety of the isle and I would suggest any who read this work with others to cull it, even those that have had grievances in the past should overlook these and band together against a common foe. Stand strong as one and we will win the day and preserve the sanctity of the isle.

Peace through Order,
Legion
General Rose Dal'lorn

*As of receiving Tuomas's letter, Nina resumes her duties in the Dale, guarding the evacuation efforts*

Mouse returnin after a long trip munches on a cupcake.

"'ell's I just got back and now I supposed ta move agin. T'aint no talkin ta an Obelisk but maybe them formians might be up fer a kind word a two..."

Looks at his remainin cupcake and quietly saunters off to where he last knew ta hive ta be.

*this letter is written in a crude and sloppy, yet readable common, was found pinned to Bendir's gate tied to an arrow*

New high shaman of Bucktooth Clan would like to set up meeting for his clan allowing passage through dale lands once more. does not means we wishes to enter city. leaves response in bramble woods.

*(just PM me plz for response)*

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