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<blockquote data-quote="Journeyman" data-source="post: 2031744" data-attributes="member: 9958"><p>Kelsa laid the last plate on the Rest’s common table. Eggs, bacon, fresh baked bread, and pitchers of milk and wine greeted any remaining guests from the night before. Most were leaving to hurry home or on to whatever town would receive them. A separate table was set aside, at Kirian’s request, for her friends and the three strangers from the north.</p><p> </p><p> Upon finishing with the last of the horses, Tobin quickly completed straitening the stables. After which, he locked down the place trying to make sense of the swirling thoughts inside his head. Going inside, rubbing hungry hands together, he immediately began to aide in an all too familiar dance of wiping down tables, sanding the stage, and spreading fresh straw about the Rest’s floors. He couldn’t approve more when Kirian asked him to fetch those still a slumber upstairs. It was barely eight in the morning when the only occupants of the entire Rest were finally sitting at the common room table ready to partake of a good breakfast spread.</p><p></p><p> Cade, Kelsa, Tobin, Tessa, Randall, Brishen, and Kirian sat at the same time beginning their collective feast. It was eaten in silence as each member of the table eyed the other with a sleepy resolve to wake up, get going, and start another day of life. Not but twenty minutes into the ordeal, steadfastly descending the stairs, came a ponderous sight. Moving cautiously, and with Trevor’s help, Da’Shen took the remaining stair moving the length of the common room under his own might. Satisfied, Trevor sat on the edge of the stage and began morning prayers noiselessly.</p><p></p><p> The silence was present before, but it was deadening at the Göshman’s arrival to breakfast. </p><p></p><p> The desert man looked around at each face staring at him, grabbed the bacon plate, and laid into the pile of meat with a grunt of approval. The silence continued save for the sounds of bacon entering the nomad’s mouth and sliding down his throat.</p><p></p><p> Brishen couldn’t stand it. Looking away from the sight he spoke.</p><p></p><p> “So. How about that storm, eh? I am thinking it to be bad for omens and the like.” </p><p></p><p> Tobin shrugged, and trying to get the nomad’s eye, carefully began chewing on his last piece of bacon in thought. Da’Shen looked at him solemnly. </p><p></p><p> “This is how you eat bacon!” The stable hand thought. Reading his look, the göshman smiled and slurped two strips down at the same time.</p><p> </p><p> “It was a good show. Plenty of commerce for dad I’m sure. He’ll have to supply the whole town with lumber to rebuild with.” Randall sat back a pleased expression on his face.</p><p></p><p> Tessa eyed him carefully.</p><p></p><p> “Thanks for the dry off last night.” She said to Randall.</p><p></p><p> “Over the effects of the ale I hope?” Randall smiled vainly.</p><p></p><p> “The ale here is very good.” Murmured Cade bleary eyed.</p><p></p><p> “It does not come in halfling droughts either. What is your name again?” Randall crowed.</p><p></p><p> This began conversation in earnest as everyone shared names and specialties. Brishen spoke of his having no band of Tuathinkin to follow and on having to rely upon barding skills for survival. Tessa spoke of her love for locks, and Randall made light of her interest for things beyond them. Tobin shrugged off most attempts at conversation merely referencing to himself as a simple stable hand. Trevor spoke about his devotion to Iricsus until Kelsa, bored with his posturing, entered her own love of books. Cade was about to mention his being hired on by Kirian when the mage spoke his first words.</p><p></p><p> “Before I came down this morning I received word of an important upcoming event. I wanted to make you all aware of a little bit of information as a result of receiving this news. Information which could no doubt change your lives.” Everyone stopped his or her small talk.</p><p></p><p> “It has recently come to my attention that there is, in fact, a disease which is spreading throughout the countryside. It knows no counterpart with which to compare, and has befuddled all attempts to identify its cause, its cure, or its tenure in these lands. I am thoroughly convinced that there is a cure, a cause, and a foreseeable end to its existence here in Havenview nonetheless. </p><p></p><p> “I also know that there is a rather large group of townsfolk, and individuals who live in the surrounding lands, who do not see this problem, or its solution, as I do. They are currently en route to discuss this matter, as peasants do, with pitchforks, misguided anger, and a satiable thirst for knowledge. They are erroneous in another arena as well. They no doubt believe, through the actions of last night’s display, that Da’Shen is the root cause of the illness.”</p><p></p><p> Da’Shen spoke simply, “Then you have a group of misguided peasants which will soon be missing their heads. That might help you with your pestilence problem as well.” </p><p></p><p> Tobin dropped his fork of eggs. </p><p></p><p> “Now, master göshman that is no solution to the problem. However, I am thinking that it would be wise to remove you from the whole of the situation through your concealment in the basement.” Before Da’Shen could retort, Kirian, looking stern, held up a hand silencing him.</p><p></p><p> “I know full well how your kind generally deals with the misunderstandings of the common wetlander. I know also, Da’Shen, this is one glaring reason why wars are started with your ilk, and further, why your compatriots die every time they venture out of their oven of a homeland! Now if you will please excuse me I am trying to help you stay alive! Unless you would like to waste Brishen and Trevor’s efforts to stay off Furnish’s* hand for a little while?” Kirian finished by asking.</p><p></p><p> “No. I am in both their debts. I will cower in your wine hole if not to pay respect to their sacrifice.” The nomad said quietly.</p><p></p><p> “I am thinking there is no better of places than to hide than with the grape drink about you. Should not be so bad to abide by, no?” Brishen stated brightly.</p><p></p><p> Da’Shen simply stared at him, got up slowly, and walked through the door leading to the cellar.</p><p></p><p> “I am going to go and inform Roderick. He’ll need my help to prepare for reconstruction and the meeting of our fellow townsmen when the time comes. Fate be kind to you all.” Trevor stated as he left the Rest hurrying to his god’s place of worship.</p><p></p><p> Looking at each of the remaining teens in turn, Kirian made ready to leave himself. Getting up, drying his hands on a towel, he spoke quickly and to the point.</p><p></p><p> “I will not try and stop any of you from attending the meeting. It is going to be held in the town square, by the fountains, at high noon. I will only state,” and he paused looking up at them all, “that it will have the potential of being highly dangerous, highly volatile, and truly informing.”</p><p></p><p> “Yet, these events sometimes have a way of ironing themselves out without too much trouble, and Nefrotis willing, we will all be about our business by this very evening. Should you attend I would ask a simple favor.”</p><p></p><p> “What would that be?” Randall stated matter of fact.</p><p></p><p> “That you calm as many individuals down as you can. When you hear the words of insubordination then simply speak words of reason. Keep the peace. Sometimes a brawl can start through the expression of a single word, yet peace of the mob can be had through the same utterance.” Kirian shrugged, turned, and went back upstairs.</p><p></p><p> The group at the table watched him leave, and then turned into themselves talking about what was to happen. It was agreed that Brishen should go seeing as he had the better eye for gathering important information and calming people down, and this despite his apparent Tuathinkin nature. Tobin volunteered his brawn to help them out of a tight spot. Cade and Randall mentioned their love of magic, and their abilities to put to sleep any which might become out of control. Tessa merely stated she would help distract any peasant that Tobin had to calm through force thus aiding his brawling. Kelsa decided someone should stay at the Rest if Tobin went, and so she volunteered to do just that. Someone had to make sure no one found the Göshman below.</p><p></p><p> The whole of the group helped tidy up what remained of the breakfast, and then subsequently moved on to help Tobin and Kelsa complete their remaining chores ahead of time. Though no one spoke up, each held nervous thoughts in his or her mind. What was the disease caused by? How did it kill? Where did it come from? Why was there a desert man in Havenview? Time crept on, but eventually noon came to the center square falling upon the mass of people waiting.</p><p></p><p> The answers would soon come.</p><p></p><p> Yet the answers would change the course of so much to come. A piece had finally moved on the board. The world would tremble upon fate’s final outcome.</p><p></p><p><strong><em>* The Raven Militia was a mercenary group with influence in much of southern Rothloria some 40 to 30 years before the game’s present time. The Founders of Havenview met and made much of their wealth fighting and defending Lord Derren Undereven in those days. The Ravens were destroyed in pitched combat after Eredricht, Roderick, Sephram, and Kirian foiled an assassination attempt.</em></strong></p><p><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong><em>*Furnish, Mithangeean God of death, is a major god in the pantheon aligned with Law and Evil</em></strong></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Journeyman, post: 2031744, member: 9958"] Kelsa laid the last plate on the Rest’s common table. Eggs, bacon, fresh baked bread, and pitchers of milk and wine greeted any remaining guests from the night before. Most were leaving to hurry home or on to whatever town would receive them. A separate table was set aside, at Kirian’s request, for her friends and the three strangers from the north. Upon finishing with the last of the horses, Tobin quickly completed straitening the stables. After which, he locked down the place trying to make sense of the swirling thoughts inside his head. Going inside, rubbing hungry hands together, he immediately began to aide in an all too familiar dance of wiping down tables, sanding the stage, and spreading fresh straw about the Rest’s floors. He couldn’t approve more when Kirian asked him to fetch those still a slumber upstairs. It was barely eight in the morning when the only occupants of the entire Rest were finally sitting at the common room table ready to partake of a good breakfast spread. Cade, Kelsa, Tobin, Tessa, Randall, Brishen, and Kirian sat at the same time beginning their collective feast. It was eaten in silence as each member of the table eyed the other with a sleepy resolve to wake up, get going, and start another day of life. Not but twenty minutes into the ordeal, steadfastly descending the stairs, came a ponderous sight. Moving cautiously, and with Trevor’s help, Da’Shen took the remaining stair moving the length of the common room under his own might. Satisfied, Trevor sat on the edge of the stage and began morning prayers noiselessly. The silence was present before, but it was deadening at the Göshman’s arrival to breakfast. The desert man looked around at each face staring at him, grabbed the bacon plate, and laid into the pile of meat with a grunt of approval. The silence continued save for the sounds of bacon entering the nomad’s mouth and sliding down his throat. Brishen couldn’t stand it. Looking away from the sight he spoke. “So. How about that storm, eh? I am thinking it to be bad for omens and the like.” Tobin shrugged, and trying to get the nomad’s eye, carefully began chewing on his last piece of bacon in thought. Da’Shen looked at him solemnly. “This is how you eat bacon!” The stable hand thought. Reading his look, the göshman smiled and slurped two strips down at the same time. “It was a good show. Plenty of commerce for dad I’m sure. He’ll have to supply the whole town with lumber to rebuild with.” Randall sat back a pleased expression on his face. Tessa eyed him carefully. “Thanks for the dry off last night.” She said to Randall. “Over the effects of the ale I hope?” Randall smiled vainly. “The ale here is very good.” Murmured Cade bleary eyed. “It does not come in halfling droughts either. What is your name again?” Randall crowed. This began conversation in earnest as everyone shared names and specialties. Brishen spoke of his having no band of Tuathinkin to follow and on having to rely upon barding skills for survival. Tessa spoke of her love for locks, and Randall made light of her interest for things beyond them. Tobin shrugged off most attempts at conversation merely referencing to himself as a simple stable hand. Trevor spoke about his devotion to Iricsus until Kelsa, bored with his posturing, entered her own love of books. Cade was about to mention his being hired on by Kirian when the mage spoke his first words. “Before I came down this morning I received word of an important upcoming event. I wanted to make you all aware of a little bit of information as a result of receiving this news. Information which could no doubt change your lives.” Everyone stopped his or her small talk. “It has recently come to my attention that there is, in fact, a disease which is spreading throughout the countryside. It knows no counterpart with which to compare, and has befuddled all attempts to identify its cause, its cure, or its tenure in these lands. I am thoroughly convinced that there is a cure, a cause, and a foreseeable end to its existence here in Havenview nonetheless. “I also know that there is a rather large group of townsfolk, and individuals who live in the surrounding lands, who do not see this problem, or its solution, as I do. They are currently en route to discuss this matter, as peasants do, with pitchforks, misguided anger, and a satiable thirst for knowledge. They are erroneous in another arena as well. They no doubt believe, through the actions of last night’s display, that Da’Shen is the root cause of the illness.” Da’Shen spoke simply, “Then you have a group of misguided peasants which will soon be missing their heads. That might help you with your pestilence problem as well.” Tobin dropped his fork of eggs. “Now, master göshman that is no solution to the problem. However, I am thinking that it would be wise to remove you from the whole of the situation through your concealment in the basement.” Before Da’Shen could retort, Kirian, looking stern, held up a hand silencing him. “I know full well how your kind generally deals with the misunderstandings of the common wetlander. I know also, Da’Shen, this is one glaring reason why wars are started with your ilk, and further, why your compatriots die every time they venture out of their oven of a homeland! Now if you will please excuse me I am trying to help you stay alive! Unless you would like to waste Brishen and Trevor’s efforts to stay off Furnish’s* hand for a little while?” Kirian finished by asking. “No. I am in both their debts. I will cower in your wine hole if not to pay respect to their sacrifice.” The nomad said quietly. “I am thinking there is no better of places than to hide than with the grape drink about you. Should not be so bad to abide by, no?” Brishen stated brightly. Da’Shen simply stared at him, got up slowly, and walked through the door leading to the cellar. “I am going to go and inform Roderick. He’ll need my help to prepare for reconstruction and the meeting of our fellow townsmen when the time comes. Fate be kind to you all.” Trevor stated as he left the Rest hurrying to his god’s place of worship. Looking at each of the remaining teens in turn, Kirian made ready to leave himself. Getting up, drying his hands on a towel, he spoke quickly and to the point. “I will not try and stop any of you from attending the meeting. It is going to be held in the town square, by the fountains, at high noon. I will only state,” and he paused looking up at them all, “that it will have the potential of being highly dangerous, highly volatile, and truly informing.” “Yet, these events sometimes have a way of ironing themselves out without too much trouble, and Nefrotis willing, we will all be about our business by this very evening. Should you attend I would ask a simple favor.” “What would that be?” Randall stated matter of fact. “That you calm as many individuals down as you can. When you hear the words of insubordination then simply speak words of reason. Keep the peace. Sometimes a brawl can start through the expression of a single word, yet peace of the mob can be had through the same utterance.” Kirian shrugged, turned, and went back upstairs. The group at the table watched him leave, and then turned into themselves talking about what was to happen. It was agreed that Brishen should go seeing as he had the better eye for gathering important information and calming people down, and this despite his apparent Tuathinkin nature. Tobin volunteered his brawn to help them out of a tight spot. Cade and Randall mentioned their love of magic, and their abilities to put to sleep any which might become out of control. Tessa merely stated she would help distract any peasant that Tobin had to calm through force thus aiding his brawling. Kelsa decided someone should stay at the Rest if Tobin went, and so she volunteered to do just that. Someone had to make sure no one found the Göshman below. The whole of the group helped tidy up what remained of the breakfast, and then subsequently moved on to help Tobin and Kelsa complete their remaining chores ahead of time. Though no one spoke up, each held nervous thoughts in his or her mind. What was the disease caused by? How did it kill? Where did it come from? Why was there a desert man in Havenview? Time crept on, but eventually noon came to the center square falling upon the mass of people waiting. The answers would soon come. Yet the answers would change the course of so much to come. A piece had finally moved on the board. The world would tremble upon fate’s final outcome. [B][I]* The Raven Militia was a mercenary group with influence in much of southern Rothloria some 40 to 30 years before the game’s present time. The Founders of Havenview met and made much of their wealth fighting and defending Lord Derren Undereven in those days. The Ravens were destroyed in pitched combat after Eredricht, Roderick, Sephram, and Kirian foiled an assassination attempt. *Furnish, Mithangeean God of death, is a major god in the pantheon aligned with Law and Evil[/I][/B] [/QUOTE]
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