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<blockquote data-quote="mips42" data-source="post: 6350235" data-attributes="member: 6746242"><p>Ashurn</p><p>[sblock]</p><p> Checking the bounty board, you are relieved to not see your face plastered there and happy to see that there are several roughly-written postings for general labor, mostly around the dock areas.</p><p> It's easy enough to find work, though most of it is hard, physical, dirty jobs. Your time is spent loading and unloading barges as well as working general repairs on nets.</p><p> During this time, you've managed to meet and become at least casual friends with several of the local merchants and the other dock/barge workers. Time away from the docks is mostly spent either helping out around town or in your room ad Flanigans, a local flophouse. It's not pretty, put it's pest free and cheap.</p><p>After work one night, one of your cohorts, a lean, whipcord strong human by the name of Dendrik says in his thick accent 'you spend too much time looking at board and in widow Flaniagan's larder, my friend. You need drink. Tonight, we go to Rusty Hen. You see what real food and drink are like!' He lets out ahearty laugh and smacks your shoulder in a friendly way.</p><p>[/sblock]</p><p>Bree</p><p>[sblock]</p><p> Your hand trailing in your wake, you stride from the barracks into The Rusty Hen where you see Cora Thorngage who immediately squares off against you, her stout, 3 foot body blocking your path. '<strong>AHA!</strong>' She says, her rosy smile full, '<strong>Back to break more tables? Not tonight, Bree! Even if you are the watch!</strong>' With that, she laughs, runs up to you and hugs your leg (not for the first time). '<strong>Sit! I'll bring you ales and some bread. Fresh apple pie today, straight from Farmer Stegs orchard today!</strong>'</p><p>[/sblock]</p><p>Lester</p><p>[sblock]</p><p>The private collections of the hollow turned out to be meager at best. While there were a few pieces that dated back a hundred years or so, nothing could be verified as from the time of Amric, which would be a true find.</p><p> Toulka the sage was helpful and seemed almost charmed by your social awkwardness and could only give general information but did say that, as it was a sea port, Crown Point might be a better place to start looking for who, or what, might have caused Viarmons' death.</p><p> In the Hen, a server comes up to see you picking at the plate "Is it not good? Not right? I'll fix it!' He grabs for the plate just as you turn back from making notes on your arm and you just miss clocking him right in the face with your elbow.</p><p>He dances out of the way and you see a copper skinned elf standing at your side, he says "My name's Heron. You look like you might need to talk to someone. You're welcome to join me at the Mission, if you like." He indicates his table with his eyes. "If not, I understand. Be well."</p><p>[sblock]</p><p> So liam is now Lester? okay.</p><p>[/sblock]</p><p>[/sblock]</p><p></p><p>Heron</p><p>[sblock]</p><p> Cora seems consternated that Heron has been parked at a table for four, but no-one else seems to want to stay at the table for more than a few minutes. She almost seems glad that you've gotten up, until she sees that you've left your candles there, indicating your return.</p><p> [sblock]</p><p> Holding service in a pub? Love it!</p><p>[/sblock]</p><p>[/sblock]</p><p></p><p> The Hen is busy with patrons and staff bustling about. Everyone seems to be talking and you can easily pick up bits here and there talking about the trade talks with Pienn, the recent increase in monsterous activity nearby, the increased trade up and down the river and many other subjects.</p><p> Cora and Alton bustle about taking and filling orders, each plate looking and smelling like works of delicious art.</p><p></p><p>As all are tucking into your meals of choice, you hear from outside the sound of the bells of The Seven Stone ringing. At this, all of the patrons go quiet as there are only two times that the bells ring: one, at times of funerals and, two, when the Townmaster calls an assembly. Neither has happened in a month or more.</p><p> Alton shouts across the pub '<strong>must bee a meeting. Let's go see what he wants, then meet back here for pie. We trust ya all to come back. Don't be abusin' it!</strong>'</p><p></p><p>With a quiet murmur, everyone exits and makes there way to the large courtyard in front of The Seven Stones, where a bench and a table have been made into a hasty stage which Townmaster Evendur stands upon. Even in the waning light you can see that is face is drawn and a look of worry is set heavily upon it. 'Good people of Herons' hold, he begins,'I am sorry to draw you out at this hour but there is dire news.</p><p> <strong>'Earlier today, a man, a runner, arrived at our east gate battered, exhausted and dirty. With the ministrations of the Seven, he was able to tell us that Crown Point has been attacked by an unknown, monstrous force. Unfortunately, we do not know how many or who may be injured or worse. I have sent a bird to the Melinar to get this information to the Duke. I have not yet received a reply, however I feel confident that he would do as I am about to.</strong></p><p> <strong>'First, I ask you, all of you, to take whatever you can spare, whether it be food, clothes, blankets or anything else to Wagonmaster Petros so that they can be carted to Crown point as soon as possible.</strong></p><p> <strong>'Second, I ask that anyone who feels that they may be able to help with the rebuilding to come to the town hall so that efforts may be coordinated.</strong></p><p> <strong>'Third, I must ask that everyone be exceedingly careful outside of town. I have asked Denrik the smith and both Arms to draw up plans for a militia. Hopefully it will not be necessary, but we can no longer ignore the threats in our own back yard.</strong></p><p><strong>'And, finally, I would ask all of you to hold the people of Crown Point in your prayers to whatever Gods you may hold in your hearts. Thank you.'</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p>The crowd is subdued and more sombre heading back towards the Hen. Any of you can easily pick up refrains of 'those poor people', 'about time for a militia' and 'the Duke'll have to send soldiers now'.</p><p></p><p>The four of you stand in the courtyard, the last to head back to the Hen.</p><p></p><p>[spoiler] Great job creating stuff, guys/gals. I don't know how you all feel but I *like* it when I get to contribute to the world.[/spoiler]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="mips42, post: 6350235, member: 6746242"] Ashurn [sblock] Checking the bounty board, you are relieved to not see your face plastered there and happy to see that there are several roughly-written postings for general labor, mostly around the dock areas. It's easy enough to find work, though most of it is hard, physical, dirty jobs. Your time is spent loading and unloading barges as well as working general repairs on nets. During this time, you've managed to meet and become at least casual friends with several of the local merchants and the other dock/barge workers. Time away from the docks is mostly spent either helping out around town or in your room ad Flanigans, a local flophouse. It's not pretty, put it's pest free and cheap. After work one night, one of your cohorts, a lean, whipcord strong human by the name of Dendrik says in his thick accent 'you spend too much time looking at board and in widow Flaniagan's larder, my friend. You need drink. Tonight, we go to Rusty Hen. You see what real food and drink are like!' He lets out ahearty laugh and smacks your shoulder in a friendly way. [/sblock] Bree [sblock] Your hand trailing in your wake, you stride from the barracks into The Rusty Hen where you see Cora Thorngage who immediately squares off against you, her stout, 3 foot body blocking your path. '[B]AHA![/B]' She says, her rosy smile full, '[B]Back to break more tables? Not tonight, Bree! Even if you are the watch![/B]' With that, she laughs, runs up to you and hugs your leg (not for the first time). '[B]Sit! I'll bring you ales and some bread. Fresh apple pie today, straight from Farmer Stegs orchard today![/B]' [/sblock] Lester [sblock] The private collections of the hollow turned out to be meager at best. While there were a few pieces that dated back a hundred years or so, nothing could be verified as from the time of Amric, which would be a true find. Toulka the sage was helpful and seemed almost charmed by your social awkwardness and could only give general information but did say that, as it was a sea port, Crown Point might be a better place to start looking for who, or what, might have caused Viarmons' death. In the Hen, a server comes up to see you picking at the plate "Is it not good? Not right? I'll fix it!' He grabs for the plate just as you turn back from making notes on your arm and you just miss clocking him right in the face with your elbow. He dances out of the way and you see a copper skinned elf standing at your side, he says "My name's Heron. You look like you might need to talk to someone. You're welcome to join me at the Mission, if you like." He indicates his table with his eyes. "If not, I understand. Be well." [sblock] So liam is now Lester? okay. [/sblock] [/sblock] Heron [sblock] Cora seems consternated that Heron has been parked at a table for four, but no-one else seems to want to stay at the table for more than a few minutes. She almost seems glad that you've gotten up, until she sees that you've left your candles there, indicating your return. [sblock] Holding service in a pub? Love it! [/sblock] [/sblock] The Hen is busy with patrons and staff bustling about. Everyone seems to be talking and you can easily pick up bits here and there talking about the trade talks with Pienn, the recent increase in monsterous activity nearby, the increased trade up and down the river and many other subjects. Cora and Alton bustle about taking and filling orders, each plate looking and smelling like works of delicious art. As all are tucking into your meals of choice, you hear from outside the sound of the bells of The Seven Stone ringing. At this, all of the patrons go quiet as there are only two times that the bells ring: one, at times of funerals and, two, when the Townmaster calls an assembly. Neither has happened in a month or more. Alton shouts across the pub '[B]must bee a meeting. Let's go see what he wants, then meet back here for pie. We trust ya all to come back. Don't be abusin' it![/B]' With a quiet murmur, everyone exits and makes there way to the large courtyard in front of The Seven Stones, where a bench and a table have been made into a hasty stage which Townmaster Evendur stands upon. Even in the waning light you can see that is face is drawn and a look of worry is set heavily upon it. 'Good people of Herons' hold, he begins,'I am sorry to draw you out at this hour but there is dire news. [B]'Earlier today, a man, a runner, arrived at our east gate battered, exhausted and dirty. With the ministrations of the Seven, he was able to tell us that Crown Point has been attacked by an unknown, monstrous force. Unfortunately, we do not know how many or who may be injured or worse. I have sent a bird to the Melinar to get this information to the Duke. I have not yet received a reply, however I feel confident that he would do as I am about to. 'First, I ask you, all of you, to take whatever you can spare, whether it be food, clothes, blankets or anything else to Wagonmaster Petros so that they can be carted to Crown point as soon as possible. 'Second, I ask that anyone who feels that they may be able to help with the rebuilding to come to the town hall so that efforts may be coordinated. 'Third, I must ask that everyone be exceedingly careful outside of town. I have asked Denrik the smith and both Arms to draw up plans for a militia. Hopefully it will not be necessary, but we can no longer ignore the threats in our own back yard. 'And, finally, I would ask all of you to hold the people of Crown Point in your prayers to whatever Gods you may hold in your hearts. Thank you.' [/B] The crowd is subdued and more sombre heading back towards the Hen. Any of you can easily pick up refrains of 'those poor people', 'about time for a militia' and 'the Duke'll have to send soldiers now'. The four of you stand in the courtyard, the last to head back to the Hen. [spoiler] Great job creating stuff, guys/gals. I don't know how you all feel but I *like* it when I get to contribute to the world.[/spoiler] [/QUOTE]
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