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<blockquote data-quote="Lazybones" data-source="post: 4647933" data-attributes="member: 143"><p>And here we are!</p><p></p><p>* * * * * </p><p></p><p>Chapter 75</p><p></p><p></p><p>“Almost home!” Beetle said, springing up into the air, twisting into a blackflip that turned into a somersault. Jaron, who shared his sentiment but was feeling the leagues in his legs, limited himself to a smile. “Hoo hoo!” Beetle yelled, and ran ahead, to where the road began to curve around a low hill. A fence was just visible at the bend, which Jaron knew marked the boundary of the Willowbark farm, on the far outskirts of Fairhollow. </p><p></p><p>Instead of making for the farm, Beetle ran up the hill, which was covered with a generous coat of winter grass. It was still a good month or so before the coming of the cold seasonal rains out of the mountains, and the Nentir Vale was still covered in the bright colors of autumn. Jaron began thinking of all the work that waited at his farm, and wondered if he could get Beetle to help him get the place ready for the coming season. One look at the halfling running up the hill was enough to dash those thoughts, and Jaron smiled wryly to himself. </p><p></p><p>He picked up his pace despite his tired feet, and came to the base of the hill. He could now smell woodsmoke on the air, but there was something else, something not quite tangible that sent a tremor of unease through him. He glanced up the hill again, and saw Beetle standing exposed on the crest, facing down toward the village below. </p><p></p><p>“Beetle?” he shouted up, but his cousin didn’t respond. </p><p></p><p>Now worried, Jaron ran up the hill. Even with the thick grass, it only took about two minutes before he came up to where Beetle was standing. As he reached the crest, he felt a sick feeling clench in his gut. </p><p></p><p>Fairhollow was a scene of destruction, with at least three of the dozen or so farms that he could see transformed into burned-out wreckage. Willowbark, Jamberson, Wanderwarren… all three of the main buildings were blackened hulks, with the Jambersons’ primary barn and shearing shacks also burned to the ground. He couldn’t see his own property from this vantage, but several of the structures in the village core, a good half-mile from the hilltop, had sustained obvious damage, including what looked like severe burning of both the mill and the granary. </p><p></p><p>“There a battle?” Beetle asked, subdued. </p><p></p><p>“I don’t know,” Jaron could only say. </p><p></p><p>Ten minutes later, the pair found a number of villagers poking through the remnants of the Wanderwarren farm. Dale Wanderwarren himself was sitting on a stump, his face marred with streaks of ash, his stare vacant even when it fell over Jaron and Beetle. Jaron saw Talbert Tallfellow, the innkeeper, working with several young halflings as they carefully lifted heavy timbers from the stairs leading down to the cellar. There wouldn’t be much to salvage from the upper level, Jaron could see at once; the destruction had been quite thorough. He also saw that all of the halflings gathered carried weapons openly, or had them otherwise close at hand. Talbert saw him coming, and ordered the workers to stop, coming out of the wreckage to greet him. </p><p></p><p>“What happened?” Jaron asked. </p><p></p><p>“They came in the middle of the night,” Talbert said. “Hobgoblins, a big part of them. Attacked several of the outlying farms, and made a probe at the village proper, though we got organized by then, and fought them off. We killed a few of them, but most got away, and they took prisoners, too.”</p><p></p><p>“Where’s Yarine?” The priestess would be at the core of it, Jaron thought, likely helping the wounded, though he wouldn’t have put it past her to join the party tracking the raiders, especially if captives had been taken.</p><p></p><p>Talbert’s hesitation made the cold fear in Jaron’s gut transform into an icy wedge. “I’m sorry, Jaron. She was at the Jamberson farm when the raiders attacked. They took her, too.”</p><p></p><p></p><p>THE END OF <em>KEEP ON THE SHADOWFELL</em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Lazybones, post: 4647933, member: 143"] And here we are! * * * * * Chapter 75 “Almost home!” Beetle said, springing up into the air, twisting into a blackflip that turned into a somersault. Jaron, who shared his sentiment but was feeling the leagues in his legs, limited himself to a smile. “Hoo hoo!” Beetle yelled, and ran ahead, to where the road began to curve around a low hill. A fence was just visible at the bend, which Jaron knew marked the boundary of the Willowbark farm, on the far outskirts of Fairhollow. Instead of making for the farm, Beetle ran up the hill, which was covered with a generous coat of winter grass. It was still a good month or so before the coming of the cold seasonal rains out of the mountains, and the Nentir Vale was still covered in the bright colors of autumn. Jaron began thinking of all the work that waited at his farm, and wondered if he could get Beetle to help him get the place ready for the coming season. One look at the halfling running up the hill was enough to dash those thoughts, and Jaron smiled wryly to himself. He picked up his pace despite his tired feet, and came to the base of the hill. He could now smell woodsmoke on the air, but there was something else, something not quite tangible that sent a tremor of unease through him. He glanced up the hill again, and saw Beetle standing exposed on the crest, facing down toward the village below. “Beetle?” he shouted up, but his cousin didn’t respond. Now worried, Jaron ran up the hill. Even with the thick grass, it only took about two minutes before he came up to where Beetle was standing. As he reached the crest, he felt a sick feeling clench in his gut. Fairhollow was a scene of destruction, with at least three of the dozen or so farms that he could see transformed into burned-out wreckage. Willowbark, Jamberson, Wanderwarren… all three of the main buildings were blackened hulks, with the Jambersons’ primary barn and shearing shacks also burned to the ground. He couldn’t see his own property from this vantage, but several of the structures in the village core, a good half-mile from the hilltop, had sustained obvious damage, including what looked like severe burning of both the mill and the granary. “There a battle?” Beetle asked, subdued. “I don’t know,” Jaron could only say. Ten minutes later, the pair found a number of villagers poking through the remnants of the Wanderwarren farm. Dale Wanderwarren himself was sitting on a stump, his face marred with streaks of ash, his stare vacant even when it fell over Jaron and Beetle. Jaron saw Talbert Tallfellow, the innkeeper, working with several young halflings as they carefully lifted heavy timbers from the stairs leading down to the cellar. There wouldn’t be much to salvage from the upper level, Jaron could see at once; the destruction had been quite thorough. He also saw that all of the halflings gathered carried weapons openly, or had them otherwise close at hand. Talbert saw him coming, and ordered the workers to stop, coming out of the wreckage to greet him. “What happened?” Jaron asked. “They came in the middle of the night,” Talbert said. “Hobgoblins, a big part of them. Attacked several of the outlying farms, and made a probe at the village proper, though we got organized by then, and fought them off. We killed a few of them, but most got away, and they took prisoners, too.” “Where’s Yarine?” The priestess would be at the core of it, Jaron thought, likely helping the wounded, though he wouldn’t have put it past her to join the party tracking the raiders, especially if captives had been taken. Talbert’s hesitation made the cold fear in Jaron’s gut transform into an icy wedge. “I’m sorry, Jaron. She was at the Jamberson farm when the raiders attacked. They took her, too.” THE END OF [i]KEEP ON THE SHADOWFELL[/i] [/QUOTE]
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