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<blockquote data-quote="Journeyman" data-source="post: 2031748" data-attributes="member: 9958"><p>They came from all over the countryside, out from homes damaged and farmlands laid flat by storm winds, and together united in a common purpose. Answers to questions and acquisition of direction in these now troubled times. </p><p></p><p> They brought their children, their individual tales from the night before, and a need to be quieted. If insight from the previous night’s storm, the cause and solution to the illness ravaging their ranks, and that inner want for security could not be satiated then the founders would be replaced. A new order would come.</p><p></p><p> The four old adventurers were not about to let that come to pass. As each member and family came into town, Sephram’s network of loyal townsfolk were there to meet them, offer them temporary shelter, and lead them into the center of town. Those who were not going to listen to reason were quickly identified and asked to register their complaints with Eredricht’s few guards about the gates to town. Upon gaining their worries those few who could still not be calmed found themselves forcefully put aside, led to the knight’s hold, and placed there to cool down.</p><p></p><p> The hold filled to capacity at eleven.</p><p></p><p> It was at this point that the group from the Rest finally arrived at town center. The market square was filled to capacity. The four streets feeding the center bazaar held much of the crowd’s overflow, and many industrious townsfolk were forced to make their way onto sagging rooftops for better views. On the fountain lip, pacing to and fro, were two guards. Tobin recognized them immediately from their frequent visits to the Rest. Gnobby and Yurry were trying their best to shout down the crowd members who were the most impatient of the lot. </p><p></p><p> “I suggest we stay together. We might make a better unit should things go wrong side by side.” Called Randall across the noise of the crowd about them.</p><p></p><p> Tobin nodded, and seeing Cade getting lost in the press, picked the halfling up placing him on his shoulder.</p><p></p><p> “Should be able to get a few spells off easy from here.” Cade muttered.</p><p></p><p> Tessa was, at the same time as Randall’s suggestion, maneuvering herself closer to the fountain. At all times she kept her lithe form exactly opposite the oblivious townsfolk between her and Tobin. Any that did get too out of hand would get sapped in the base of the neck. At least if Tobin understood her tactics. She cringed at the thought of a miscalculation on his part. Hopefully they would have no reason to find out.</p><p></p><p> Half an hour passed, and then the crowd began to get louder. The four were approaching the fountain. Brishen actually began to sing, and many around him smiled and clapped their hands as their founders took the higher ground of the fountain edge. </p><p></p><p> “People are so fickle,” realized Brishen suddenly. The thought made him seem insanely oblivious. Typical of his kind, he forgot it by the next measure.</p><p></p><p> After another few minutes of clapping, jeering, and general ruckus Eredricht’s voice suddenly boomed out across the square. Sephram cringed as he moved through the crowd gauging moods and taking names of those who would benefit from Eredricht’s plan of action. </p><p></p><p> Kirian’s spell made an instant impression as Eredricht’s voice careened through the square, silencing the crowd, and rebounding off the town’s tight spaced buildings.</p><p></p><p> He held his left arm outstretched, palm open, and spoke toward a small glowing cube in his hand. Orange pulses matched the inflections in his speech while Kirian stared at the cube intently. </p><p></p><p> “Thank you all for coming.” His voice was far louder than it could ever have been when shouting. Calm, smooth, and serene the soothing echoes of his empowered vocals calmed the entire populace.</p><p></p><p> Someone still managed that Eredricht be the one thankful they came, and quickly became silent as Kirian looked his way sharply. The mage barely maintained concentration from Cade’s vantage.</p><p></p><p> “There is much information we would share with you all. Yet, to give it in this place, in this manner, would insult many of you, limit our ability to answer all questions in each mind, and keep us from our true work. The rebuilding of last night’s damage must be first in all of our lives.</p><p></p><p> Roderick, holy symbol glinting in the sun spoke next.</p><p></p><p> “Now, townsmen and women, this does not mean a talk about this illness will not happen. I assure you that I am placing what healing arts I can toward the discovery of this affliction’s cause and cure. I assure you that Fate will guide us all to the wisest course of action. I urge you to take some simple advice from what I have learned.</p><p></p><p> “The illness seems to spread through contact with those who have had it for longer than two to three moons. It is an illness that will kill you should you have it in your body for too long. Indeed, we know of several who have perished all ready.” </p><p></p><p> Eredricht stepped forward again quickly, hands upraised in supplication. </p><p></p><p> “I know many of you have traveled a long and perilous way to be here today. I know several of you have lost loved ones to this plague, which is assailing us! I know that you have all come here today because it is our wisdom you seek and trust. </p><p></p><p> “You should all know that we have a good plan in place to seek counsel. In Kalimshire to the north lies a Citadel of Cell *. I will be sending Roderick there to go and bring back several Healers who should be able to make quick work of this affliction. Patience is what we ask of all of you. Stay at home, rebuild what the storm sought to take from you, and know we will make right what the Wyld has determined to make wrong.</p><p></p><p> “In keeping with our wish to make sure that all of your needs are met, Sephram has moved amongst you and gathered those that he knows will represent you all faithfully. The names he will soon be bringing me are to be summoned to a meeting at the Rest in nearly one hour’s time. These individuals will report to each of you throughout the next few days. Rest assured.”</p><p></p><p> With that Sephram immediately appeared, as if by magic, next to Eredricht handing him a small piece of paper. Eredricht began to read names out loud, and each person selected seemed to gain the approval and nods of trust from those gathered in the square. After nearly thirty minutes, twenty citizens, the Founders, and Kirian’s breakfast guests from the morning were sitting in the relative peace of the rest.</p><p></p><p> Sephram picked his men and women well. They were informed, intuitive, and seemed to take in the information given to them in stride. What questions that were asked of the Founders were timed rightly, and were relevant to the matters at hand. The old saying that a Havenview man held his head together in times of trouble rang true in the Rest that afternoon. There came a moment when Eredricht summed it all up.</p><p></p><p> “Then we are agreed that you all know the description of the mysterious witch woman seen in these parts shortly before the first incidences of sickness came about, that we will wait for aide from Kalimshire, that any who wish to make more trouble in an already troubled time will be talked down or brought to the hold, and that those showing signs of sickness shall be brought to the Temple of Iricsus?”</p><p></p><p> The twenty assembled nodded their agreement.</p><p></p><p> Eredricht took a deep breath before continuing.</p><p></p><p> “Then there is one last request I would make of each of you. I need you all to select one able bodied youth to join my watch for the next few weeks. I am strained as it is. What’s more, I would have you select a group to search for those who have gone missing to the west.”</p><p></p><p> It felt natural really, the feelings that they all experienced at the same time. Tobin looked to Tessa who in turn found Randall looking at her as she gazed his way. Brishen let loose a small little exhalation as he watched Cade lick his lips expectantly. Kirian took it all in with a small smile playing over his elven features. He spoke before anyone had a chance to volunteer.</p><p></p><p> “Eredricht, I think I know just the group of individuals to take care of that errand for you. Tobin, Tessa, Randall, Cade, Brishen, and another will be more than able to handle your expedition to the west. They will depart early tomorrow morning?” The last question took them all in equally.</p><p></p><p> It was Tobin who spoke.</p><p></p><p> “We will do what we must for Havenview. If that means finding her missing, well then it is the least thing we could do. I think,” and he looked around at his new companions as they nodded their agreement, “that I speak for all of us.”</p><p></p><p> “Excellent. Then this hall meeting is adjourned. Until notice from Kalimshire, you are all dismissed!” Eredricht barked.</p><p></p><p> The Rest emptied, and closed early that day. Inside five youths and a göshman got very little sleep at all. All of them would soon wish they had.</p><p></p><p><strong><em>*Cell, Mithangeean God of healing, is a minor god in the pantheon aligned with good and chaos.</em></strong></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Journeyman, post: 2031748, member: 9958"] They came from all over the countryside, out from homes damaged and farmlands laid flat by storm winds, and together united in a common purpose. Answers to questions and acquisition of direction in these now troubled times. They brought their children, their individual tales from the night before, and a need to be quieted. If insight from the previous night’s storm, the cause and solution to the illness ravaging their ranks, and that inner want for security could not be satiated then the founders would be replaced. A new order would come. The four old adventurers were not about to let that come to pass. As each member and family came into town, Sephram’s network of loyal townsfolk were there to meet them, offer them temporary shelter, and lead them into the center of town. Those who were not going to listen to reason were quickly identified and asked to register their complaints with Eredricht’s few guards about the gates to town. Upon gaining their worries those few who could still not be calmed found themselves forcefully put aside, led to the knight’s hold, and placed there to cool down. The hold filled to capacity at eleven. It was at this point that the group from the Rest finally arrived at town center. The market square was filled to capacity. The four streets feeding the center bazaar held much of the crowd’s overflow, and many industrious townsfolk were forced to make their way onto sagging rooftops for better views. On the fountain lip, pacing to and fro, were two guards. Tobin recognized them immediately from their frequent visits to the Rest. Gnobby and Yurry were trying their best to shout down the crowd members who were the most impatient of the lot. “I suggest we stay together. We might make a better unit should things go wrong side by side.” Called Randall across the noise of the crowd about them. Tobin nodded, and seeing Cade getting lost in the press, picked the halfling up placing him on his shoulder. “Should be able to get a few spells off easy from here.” Cade muttered. Tessa was, at the same time as Randall’s suggestion, maneuvering herself closer to the fountain. At all times she kept her lithe form exactly opposite the oblivious townsfolk between her and Tobin. Any that did get too out of hand would get sapped in the base of the neck. At least if Tobin understood her tactics. She cringed at the thought of a miscalculation on his part. Hopefully they would have no reason to find out. Half an hour passed, and then the crowd began to get louder. The four were approaching the fountain. Brishen actually began to sing, and many around him smiled and clapped their hands as their founders took the higher ground of the fountain edge. “People are so fickle,” realized Brishen suddenly. The thought made him seem insanely oblivious. Typical of his kind, he forgot it by the next measure. After another few minutes of clapping, jeering, and general ruckus Eredricht’s voice suddenly boomed out across the square. Sephram cringed as he moved through the crowd gauging moods and taking names of those who would benefit from Eredricht’s plan of action. Kirian’s spell made an instant impression as Eredricht’s voice careened through the square, silencing the crowd, and rebounding off the town’s tight spaced buildings. He held his left arm outstretched, palm open, and spoke toward a small glowing cube in his hand. Orange pulses matched the inflections in his speech while Kirian stared at the cube intently. “Thank you all for coming.” His voice was far louder than it could ever have been when shouting. Calm, smooth, and serene the soothing echoes of his empowered vocals calmed the entire populace. Someone still managed that Eredricht be the one thankful they came, and quickly became silent as Kirian looked his way sharply. The mage barely maintained concentration from Cade’s vantage. “There is much information we would share with you all. Yet, to give it in this place, in this manner, would insult many of you, limit our ability to answer all questions in each mind, and keep us from our true work. The rebuilding of last night’s damage must be first in all of our lives. Roderick, holy symbol glinting in the sun spoke next. “Now, townsmen and women, this does not mean a talk about this illness will not happen. I assure you that I am placing what healing arts I can toward the discovery of this affliction’s cause and cure. I assure you that Fate will guide us all to the wisest course of action. I urge you to take some simple advice from what I have learned. “The illness seems to spread through contact with those who have had it for longer than two to three moons. It is an illness that will kill you should you have it in your body for too long. Indeed, we know of several who have perished all ready.” Eredricht stepped forward again quickly, hands upraised in supplication. “I know many of you have traveled a long and perilous way to be here today. I know several of you have lost loved ones to this plague, which is assailing us! I know that you have all come here today because it is our wisdom you seek and trust. “You should all know that we have a good plan in place to seek counsel. In Kalimshire to the north lies a Citadel of Cell *. I will be sending Roderick there to go and bring back several Healers who should be able to make quick work of this affliction. Patience is what we ask of all of you. Stay at home, rebuild what the storm sought to take from you, and know we will make right what the Wyld has determined to make wrong. “In keeping with our wish to make sure that all of your needs are met, Sephram has moved amongst you and gathered those that he knows will represent you all faithfully. The names he will soon be bringing me are to be summoned to a meeting at the Rest in nearly one hour’s time. These individuals will report to each of you throughout the next few days. Rest assured.” With that Sephram immediately appeared, as if by magic, next to Eredricht handing him a small piece of paper. Eredricht began to read names out loud, and each person selected seemed to gain the approval and nods of trust from those gathered in the square. After nearly thirty minutes, twenty citizens, the Founders, and Kirian’s breakfast guests from the morning were sitting in the relative peace of the rest. Sephram picked his men and women well. They were informed, intuitive, and seemed to take in the information given to them in stride. What questions that were asked of the Founders were timed rightly, and were relevant to the matters at hand. The old saying that a Havenview man held his head together in times of trouble rang true in the Rest that afternoon. There came a moment when Eredricht summed it all up. “Then we are agreed that you all know the description of the mysterious witch woman seen in these parts shortly before the first incidences of sickness came about, that we will wait for aide from Kalimshire, that any who wish to make more trouble in an already troubled time will be talked down or brought to the hold, and that those showing signs of sickness shall be brought to the Temple of Iricsus?” The twenty assembled nodded their agreement. Eredricht took a deep breath before continuing. “Then there is one last request I would make of each of you. I need you all to select one able bodied youth to join my watch for the next few weeks. I am strained as it is. What’s more, I would have you select a group to search for those who have gone missing to the west.” It felt natural really, the feelings that they all experienced at the same time. Tobin looked to Tessa who in turn found Randall looking at her as she gazed his way. Brishen let loose a small little exhalation as he watched Cade lick his lips expectantly. Kirian took it all in with a small smile playing over his elven features. He spoke before anyone had a chance to volunteer. “Eredricht, I think I know just the group of individuals to take care of that errand for you. Tobin, Tessa, Randall, Cade, Brishen, and another will be more than able to handle your expedition to the west. They will depart early tomorrow morning?” The last question took them all in equally. It was Tobin who spoke. “We will do what we must for Havenview. If that means finding her missing, well then it is the least thing we could do. I think,” and he looked around at his new companions as they nodded their agreement, “that I speak for all of us.” “Excellent. Then this hall meeting is adjourned. Until notice from Kalimshire, you are all dismissed!” Eredricht barked. The Rest emptied, and closed early that day. Inside five youths and a göshman got very little sleep at all. All of them would soon wish they had. [B][I]*Cell, Mithangeean God of healing, is a minor god in the pantheon aligned with good and chaos.[/I][/B] [/QUOTE]
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