Journeyman
First Post
The dawn arrived shining through mists and fogs hovering about valleys, hills, and forests surrounding Havenview. Rainbow hues formed through the dripping beads of water falling from gutters and eaves about the small community. The smell of a good rain permeated throughout each street and in each yard. All this the backdrop to a community recovering from storms not seen in a lifetime.
Havenview’s denizens began to survey the damage wrought discovering the storm fashioned its work well. Several buildings now possessed roofs devoid of thatch, and cobblestones, loosened by the running floodwaters, lay strewn about town streets waiting to be hammered back into place. Cries of frustration and anger could be heard. Each echoing through the streets while certain edifices were marked for destruction by Eredricht’s thinned town guard.
The center square, containing the fountain statues of Kirian, Eredricht, Sephram, and Roderick, remained silent despite the waking populace. The normal hustle and bustle of surrounding merchant stalls could not be heard nor felt, for not a single ware wagon was unlocked. All stood closed and stark against the emptiness and debris wrought by the gales the night before. The occasional hammer fall, mixing with a child’s frightened cries, could be heard harmonizing in the company of the frustrations and worries of the homeless. Havenview woke slowly, in eerie silence, to the tasks of rebuilding a town.
The surrounding countryside was far from quiet however.
Word spread quickly, as it is prone to do, of a dangerous plague spreading throughout the environs of Havenview. Those who made it back through the storm after witnessing Da’Shen’s episode at the Rest told grandiose tales. Stories of an outsider come to kill them all with the stink of disease and a wicked blade of the deserts. As each new homestead was given the news, clusters of peasants and farmers began to trek into town in order to see what was going to be done about the illness, the wandering foreigner, and most especially the loss of crops and personal belongings from the ravages of the storm. Another rumor found its purchase as well. A wandering woman dressed in grey rags was sighted heading east into the Wyld. In her wake came yet more illness and despair.
All had a singular, universal thought in their minds. Where was Eredricht and what were the Founders going to do?
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The Knight Protector woke from barely two hours of sleep the sound of rapid knocking on the Knight’s Hold stoop rapidly clearing his mind. Shouting his intention of answering, the aging knight protector threw on clothes, along with a set of leathers beginning to move toward the door slowly. Opening the portal, squinting against the light silhouetting his guest, Eredricht knew instinctively a hard day was ahead. He could hear the frustration. He could smell the fear. The town from his vantage had weathered the storm, but had taken a sound beating nonetheless.
He shrugged it off in his mind. Eredricht had faced far worse in his past than this. Havenview would as well with him in charge.
“Eredricht, I am thinking,” came the visitor’s voice, “No, no, I am knowing we are going to have a small amount of conversing to do with a gaggle of angry townsfolk.” It was Sephram, his old adventuring halfling friend, and fellow Founder of Havenview. Kirian, Roderick, and the Protector stumbled upon the half pint nearly twenty years ago. He was in a fix with the Raven Militia* back then, as were they, and had become quite useful with his nimble nature. He owed them his life, but the three other Founders were equally indebted to him.
“Eh? What have your ears and network of straw-laced-yokels come to tell me through their half-pint missionary?” Eredricht said smiling casually.
Standing eye to stomach with the Knight Protector, which was a good three feet, Sephram sighed. Red eyes looked up at Eredricht’s beaming, idiotic face and realized how much time was spent each day living due to the man before him. A big bear that saved a troubled young bargainer some many years back. Scratching his white albino hair, and bringing his full attention on Eredricht, Sephram bluffed composure to his face head cocked sideways for emphasis.
“Eredricht. I am thinking you not be the idiot this morning. I know how the dawn rays scramble your human mind, yet am still amazed your tongue waggles so casually.” The halfling smiled, and continued. “My fellow townsfolk tell me that Roderick’s and your own little obfuscated secrets of the illness are breached.”
The albino crossed arms over his small chest and continued.
“Further said, faithful citizens are coming to town today to have a little chat about your prior knowledge of the blight, your plan of action, and your plan to re-build after this cursed storm.”
“How much time do we have?” Eredricht said squatting down in front of the pale halfling. He could see that Sephram was already dressed for traveling, had been for some time, and was itching for something to do.
“I would say the majority of those able to dig out of the muck will be assembled at the fountain by noon. That is the conservative estimate. Those in town will be there long before.
Eredricht began to open his mouth.
“It is seven in the morning, by the sun’s rays, if you mean to ask.”
Eredricht’s mouth snapped shut. He began to think. Strategize. Four men were left to him if he pulled them off reconstruction, two gone missing to the west, and the remaining set on repairing important structures. Even if he did remove those cleaning up the storm’s damages he was too short to contain a mob. The answer came quickly.
“I will position my last four men available at the cardinal entrances into town announcing a town meeting at high noon in the square. I need your network to keep me informed on any new needs for the town, any developments in the wants of those coming to talk, and most importantly to get word to Kirian and Roderick. They must be there when our potentially angry mob arrives. You can find me penning letters inside if you need me.”
“Sure, I can get Roderick myself. Kirian will know soon enough. Should I get word to Hargrin?”
“The druid has enough to worry about. The Wyld in the area is getting hard to control from what I understand. Let him be.”
The halfling turned to go, but was held up by an afterthought from Eredricht.
“If you can arrange it I would like to have those who are interested in true dialogue to be interspersed with the less patient of our fellow residents. I do not want things getting out of hand.” Sephram nodded, and ran into town quickly lost from sight.
Eredricht immediately turned inside walking to fetch his man from guard duty in the Hold Hall. Upon opening the door he found the twenty year old asleep on watch and gently snoring. Tradition told the trained Protector a man was required on duty at all times in the Hold Halls. Eredricht meant to damn tradition again that day. There were plenty of buildings and townsfolk in need, and Yurry was obviously wasted here.
“Get your nine hells arse up and to attention!”
Yurry did just that.
“Go fetch Simon, Gregory, Phillip, and Nash. Tell them they are to come here. I then want you waiting in the center square with Gnobby. Go now!”
The young soldier hurried out without a word red faced.
Looking down the hallway Eredricht sensed the quiet. Light shone through barred cell windows causing dust motes to dance and sparkle. Swirling to their collective rest upon the stone floor, the particles made a harsh and silent backdrop against the Knight’s habitual memory of his prison. Walking quickly to the cell containing the Hold’s last remaining tenants, Eredricht stopped short upon his first glimpse of the trio. Each one was contorted, limbs bent into impossible angles, a mesh of intertwined arms and legs. There was no color to the flesh, looking as if dried in a leathersmith’s tanning oven. Bloodless corpses stared in no apparent direction, mouths open in mute and final gasps for breath.
Covering his lips, Eredricht quickly ran down the hall bolting the cell portal closed behind him. He wasted no time starting his letters to his liege in Kalimshire, Lord Derren Undereven. Yurry was going to have a far more important job to do when Gnobby and the young soldier met him in the square.
Havenview’s denizens began to survey the damage wrought discovering the storm fashioned its work well. Several buildings now possessed roofs devoid of thatch, and cobblestones, loosened by the running floodwaters, lay strewn about town streets waiting to be hammered back into place. Cries of frustration and anger could be heard. Each echoing through the streets while certain edifices were marked for destruction by Eredricht’s thinned town guard.
The center square, containing the fountain statues of Kirian, Eredricht, Sephram, and Roderick, remained silent despite the waking populace. The normal hustle and bustle of surrounding merchant stalls could not be heard nor felt, for not a single ware wagon was unlocked. All stood closed and stark against the emptiness and debris wrought by the gales the night before. The occasional hammer fall, mixing with a child’s frightened cries, could be heard harmonizing in the company of the frustrations and worries of the homeless. Havenview woke slowly, in eerie silence, to the tasks of rebuilding a town.
The surrounding countryside was far from quiet however.
Word spread quickly, as it is prone to do, of a dangerous plague spreading throughout the environs of Havenview. Those who made it back through the storm after witnessing Da’Shen’s episode at the Rest told grandiose tales. Stories of an outsider come to kill them all with the stink of disease and a wicked blade of the deserts. As each new homestead was given the news, clusters of peasants and farmers began to trek into town in order to see what was going to be done about the illness, the wandering foreigner, and most especially the loss of crops and personal belongings from the ravages of the storm. Another rumor found its purchase as well. A wandering woman dressed in grey rags was sighted heading east into the Wyld. In her wake came yet more illness and despair.
All had a singular, universal thought in their minds. Where was Eredricht and what were the Founders going to do?
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The Knight Protector woke from barely two hours of sleep the sound of rapid knocking on the Knight’s Hold stoop rapidly clearing his mind. Shouting his intention of answering, the aging knight protector threw on clothes, along with a set of leathers beginning to move toward the door slowly. Opening the portal, squinting against the light silhouetting his guest, Eredricht knew instinctively a hard day was ahead. He could hear the frustration. He could smell the fear. The town from his vantage had weathered the storm, but had taken a sound beating nonetheless.
He shrugged it off in his mind. Eredricht had faced far worse in his past than this. Havenview would as well with him in charge.
“Eredricht, I am thinking,” came the visitor’s voice, “No, no, I am knowing we are going to have a small amount of conversing to do with a gaggle of angry townsfolk.” It was Sephram, his old adventuring halfling friend, and fellow Founder of Havenview. Kirian, Roderick, and the Protector stumbled upon the half pint nearly twenty years ago. He was in a fix with the Raven Militia* back then, as were they, and had become quite useful with his nimble nature. He owed them his life, but the three other Founders were equally indebted to him.
“Eh? What have your ears and network of straw-laced-yokels come to tell me through their half-pint missionary?” Eredricht said smiling casually.
Standing eye to stomach with the Knight Protector, which was a good three feet, Sephram sighed. Red eyes looked up at Eredricht’s beaming, idiotic face and realized how much time was spent each day living due to the man before him. A big bear that saved a troubled young bargainer some many years back. Scratching his white albino hair, and bringing his full attention on Eredricht, Sephram bluffed composure to his face head cocked sideways for emphasis.
“Eredricht. I am thinking you not be the idiot this morning. I know how the dawn rays scramble your human mind, yet am still amazed your tongue waggles so casually.” The halfling smiled, and continued. “My fellow townsfolk tell me that Roderick’s and your own little obfuscated secrets of the illness are breached.”
The albino crossed arms over his small chest and continued.
“Further said, faithful citizens are coming to town today to have a little chat about your prior knowledge of the blight, your plan of action, and your plan to re-build after this cursed storm.”
“How much time do we have?” Eredricht said squatting down in front of the pale halfling. He could see that Sephram was already dressed for traveling, had been for some time, and was itching for something to do.
“I would say the majority of those able to dig out of the muck will be assembled at the fountain by noon. That is the conservative estimate. Those in town will be there long before.
Eredricht began to open his mouth.
“It is seven in the morning, by the sun’s rays, if you mean to ask.”
Eredricht’s mouth snapped shut. He began to think. Strategize. Four men were left to him if he pulled them off reconstruction, two gone missing to the west, and the remaining set on repairing important structures. Even if he did remove those cleaning up the storm’s damages he was too short to contain a mob. The answer came quickly.
“I will position my last four men available at the cardinal entrances into town announcing a town meeting at high noon in the square. I need your network to keep me informed on any new needs for the town, any developments in the wants of those coming to talk, and most importantly to get word to Kirian and Roderick. They must be there when our potentially angry mob arrives. You can find me penning letters inside if you need me.”
“Sure, I can get Roderick myself. Kirian will know soon enough. Should I get word to Hargrin?”
“The druid has enough to worry about. The Wyld in the area is getting hard to control from what I understand. Let him be.”
The halfling turned to go, but was held up by an afterthought from Eredricht.
“If you can arrange it I would like to have those who are interested in true dialogue to be interspersed with the less patient of our fellow residents. I do not want things getting out of hand.” Sephram nodded, and ran into town quickly lost from sight.
Eredricht immediately turned inside walking to fetch his man from guard duty in the Hold Hall. Upon opening the door he found the twenty year old asleep on watch and gently snoring. Tradition told the trained Protector a man was required on duty at all times in the Hold Halls. Eredricht meant to damn tradition again that day. There were plenty of buildings and townsfolk in need, and Yurry was obviously wasted here.
“Get your nine hells arse up and to attention!”
Yurry did just that.
“Go fetch Simon, Gregory, Phillip, and Nash. Tell them they are to come here. I then want you waiting in the center square with Gnobby. Go now!”
The young soldier hurried out without a word red faced.
Looking down the hallway Eredricht sensed the quiet. Light shone through barred cell windows causing dust motes to dance and sparkle. Swirling to their collective rest upon the stone floor, the particles made a harsh and silent backdrop against the Knight’s habitual memory of his prison. Walking quickly to the cell containing the Hold’s last remaining tenants, Eredricht stopped short upon his first glimpse of the trio. Each one was contorted, limbs bent into impossible angles, a mesh of intertwined arms and legs. There was no color to the flesh, looking as if dried in a leathersmith’s tanning oven. Bloodless corpses stared in no apparent direction, mouths open in mute and final gasps for breath.
Covering his lips, Eredricht quickly ran down the hall bolting the cell portal closed behind him. He wasted no time starting his letters to his liege in Kalimshire, Lord Derren Undereven. Yurry was going to have a far more important job to do when Gnobby and the young soldier met him in the square.