Silas
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Silas is able to find a home on the northern outskirts of the village. Although it provides less protection from an attack from the north, it rests on a decent plot of land. Because space is tight, Radnal assigns a family of seven to stay with the Eyrstans.
The family of seven are the Rostans, a mother and her six children. Mrs. Rostan's husband, Eric, died on the trip. In fact, it would seem that about forty of the people of Fair Creek have died or gone missing since the initial flight from the town. Hopefully the rate of casualties will start to go down now that there is a roof over everyone's heads. Some of the larger Rostan boys plan to start looking to build a home off the Eyrstan land once they find a proper location and materials.
After two days, and finally a full night of sleep, Karl, a member of the town guard, comes and knocks upon the door to Silas' house. After greeting one of the smaller Rostan children who had answered the knocking, he is introduced to Silas and says, "I'm sorry to bother you, sir, but I've been asked by Sgt. Radnal to ask if you can join an expedition to the south. A group of adventurers are being sent to help some of our neighbors, and we are hoping to augment them with your ...errr...skills. Sir, if you say yes, I should add that you will be gone for awhile."
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Rix
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After pushing past the obnoxious crowd of elves, you find a quiet place to read by candlelight. Although most of the journal is full of logistical information that is barely of any interest, parts of the two entries at the end catch your eye...
The orcs tribes have been united by a single leader, something that hasn't happened in many of their generations. They have overrun much of the elven lands, and now the Elven council has decided that it is more important to defend their own people than to protect my town of half-breeds. Should I blame them? We half-elves may be their children, but we were never accepted as truly one of the elves. Now we are almost defenseless against the coming onslaught...
Second Entry
I wonder... how much of this is my fault? I helped establish this town. I refused to call the retreat when I had a chance. It is now too late, and the orcs have circled our town and cut off all hopes for finding sanctuary. If we are unable to hold the line, I will drink the poison I requested from our alchemist. I created this town. I'd rather die of poison than be alive to watch it die. I offered the same escape for the men, but they have sworn to go down fighting... if only we had a little more time. I have heard that the orcs have caught a disease that is killing off their population. Time and sickness may bring us victory, Sol willing...
The poison smells strong, despite there being only a few grams left. No one could mistake such a pungent smell as anything healthy.
One of Randal's guards walks up to you and you quickly hide the container in your pocket as he asks, "Sir, I'm sorry to have bothered you. The baron would like you to come by in the morning, about an hour after breakfast is served in the town square. Something about a mission to the south, sir."
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