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<blockquote data-quote="Seravin" data-source="post: 805055" data-attributes="member: 6783"><p><strong>Investigations</strong></p><p></p><p>Haralton is a small village of about one hundred people that lies about a half days walk south of Milbourne. The inhabitants of the area are mostly farmers who work the rich soil to provide food for themselves, the people of Milbourne, and the cities of Blasingdale and Corlean. Once a year they pay their taxes to Lord Carmon of Milbourne who in turn sends the monies onto Count Parlfray, who then pays it to the Imperial Assessors.</p><p></p><p>Unfortunately, over the last two years this cycle has started to change and not for the better. At first the change was gradual and even fortuitous. Two years ago the area was suffering a minor drought – except Haralton. The ground retained water and the crops looked to be especially good. As the year progressed though and the rains finally came, the ground still retained water. Slowly, good cropland transformed itself into a soggy swamp and gradually drove the farmers elsewhere. Now only a handful of farmers work the land around Haralton, and only around the fringes of the area they call New Mire. </p><p></p><p>All of this has naturally lowered the amount of monies that Lord Carmon receives and he has noticed. To that end he is offering 50gp each for up to two weeks of scouting to discover what is happening and the princely sum of 1000gp to stop whatever is causing it. Kestral, on the lookout for a new job hears about this and the group decides to petition for the job. Lord Carmon accepts, in no small part due to the recommendation of Garyld.</p><p></p><p>Thus three days after leaving Thurmaster, Ashimar, Jallarzi, Kellron, Kestral, and Panther all find themselves in Haralton asking questions, mostly to no avail. However Panther is able to dig up an interesting rumor about a boy named Brigger talking about blue giants somewhere in the mire.</p><p></p><p>It didn’t take Kestral or Panther long to find Brigger at the farm of his parents just outside of Haralton. The boy was about twelve years old and was pleased to see that somebody was interested in his tales. Brigger’s parents were less pleased, but the chores were done so there wasn’t much harm in the strangers talking to the boy.</p><p></p><p>“They were huge!” Exclaimed Brigger. “Easily twice as tall, maybe three times as tall as you.” He says pointing to Kellron. “They had big, iron shoes that looked all rusted and carried black, iron swords.” He looked conspiratorially at Kestral. “I don’t thing they were up to much good. I bet they were looking for people to kill and eat.”</p><p></p><p>Kestral eyed the boy with a practiced eye. There was no doubt in her mind that he was telling tales of some sort. “Why didn’t they eat you then?” She asks, keeping her disbelief out of her voice.</p><p></p><p>The boy puffed his chest. “’Cause I was hiding. I was fishing where Cutter Brook comes down from the hills. My uncle use to farm that area and all the best fish are in pool there. I got a couple good size ones too.” Brigger’s hands indicated the size of the fish. “It was getting dark and I was putting stuff away so I could get on home. That’s when I heard their footsteps. So I put myself under a bush so’s whatever was coming couldn’t see me.” He smiled. “It worked too, cause I saw them and they didn’t see me. All the other guys are jealous that I got to see blue giants now.”</p><p></p><p>“Mmhmm.” Says Panther doubtfully. “Three times as big as my friend here?” He asks, pointing to Kellron.</p><p></p><p>“Well, maybe not quite three times as big. Could have been twice. I am kind of little you know. Everything is big.”</p><p></p><p>“So twice as big as Kellron here? With iron boots and black swords?”</p><p></p><p>Brigger’s eyes were looking a little off to the side. “Well sure. That’s what I said. Of course it was getting dark and I was hiding under that bush. I might have mistook the size.” </p><p></p><p>Panther smiled. “That’s all right, it happens to all great adventurers at one time or another. “So blue men with iron boots and black swords? Are you sure they were blue?”</p><p></p><p>“Mister, that’s the one thing I am sure of. They were as blue as my mother’s eyes. And ugly too. As ugly as my sister when she wakes up.”</p><p></p><p>The five looked at each other. “How ugly is that?” Asks Panther.</p><p></p><p>“Very ugly. A big nose and wrinkly skin all over. And very big eyes.” The boy shudders. “I barely got out with my life, but one of them fell into the water while they was fish…. Oops.”</p><p></p><p>Panther nodded understandingly. “So they were fishing with iron boots and swords?”</p><p></p><p>Brigger looked down at the ground and scuffed the dirt with his shoe. “No sir. They had black boots.” He looked up at the half-elf. “But they could have been iron. I just wasn’t close enough to see it very well.”</p><p></p><p>“Iron it is then. What where they fishing with? A line and pole?”</p><p></p><p>“Spears. It’s why one of them fell in.”</p><p></p><p>Kestral fished a silver piece out of her pouch and flipped it towards the boy. “Thanks for the story. It was very inventive. Have you thought about being a bard?”</p><p></p><p>Brigger snatched the coin out of the air and looked at the pretty young woman in front of him, nearly his size too. He wasn’t quite old enough to understand why boys liked girls, but seeing Kestral brought him a little closer to it. Uncomfortable, he looked back at the farm house. “Th-thank you, miss. I got to go back and do chores now though. Bye.”</p><p></p><p>The five companions smiled as the boy ran back to the house, his mother waiting in the doorway for him. “Well. That was informative.” Said Kestral. “Shall we find Cutter Brook in the morning?” There was a murmur of agreement and the five headed back to the little boarding house where they planned on spending the night.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Seravin, post: 805055, member: 6783"] [b]Investigations[/b] Haralton is a small village of about one hundred people that lies about a half days walk south of Milbourne. The inhabitants of the area are mostly farmers who work the rich soil to provide food for themselves, the people of Milbourne, and the cities of Blasingdale and Corlean. Once a year they pay their taxes to Lord Carmon of Milbourne who in turn sends the monies onto Count Parlfray, who then pays it to the Imperial Assessors. Unfortunately, over the last two years this cycle has started to change and not for the better. At first the change was gradual and even fortuitous. Two years ago the area was suffering a minor drought – except Haralton. The ground retained water and the crops looked to be especially good. As the year progressed though and the rains finally came, the ground still retained water. Slowly, good cropland transformed itself into a soggy swamp and gradually drove the farmers elsewhere. Now only a handful of farmers work the land around Haralton, and only around the fringes of the area they call New Mire. All of this has naturally lowered the amount of monies that Lord Carmon receives and he has noticed. To that end he is offering 50gp each for up to two weeks of scouting to discover what is happening and the princely sum of 1000gp to stop whatever is causing it. Kestral, on the lookout for a new job hears about this and the group decides to petition for the job. Lord Carmon accepts, in no small part due to the recommendation of Garyld. Thus three days after leaving Thurmaster, Ashimar, Jallarzi, Kellron, Kestral, and Panther all find themselves in Haralton asking questions, mostly to no avail. However Panther is able to dig up an interesting rumor about a boy named Brigger talking about blue giants somewhere in the mire. It didn’t take Kestral or Panther long to find Brigger at the farm of his parents just outside of Haralton. The boy was about twelve years old and was pleased to see that somebody was interested in his tales. Brigger’s parents were less pleased, but the chores were done so there wasn’t much harm in the strangers talking to the boy. “They were huge!” Exclaimed Brigger. “Easily twice as tall, maybe three times as tall as you.” He says pointing to Kellron. “They had big, iron shoes that looked all rusted and carried black, iron swords.” He looked conspiratorially at Kestral. “I don’t thing they were up to much good. I bet they were looking for people to kill and eat.” Kestral eyed the boy with a practiced eye. There was no doubt in her mind that he was telling tales of some sort. “Why didn’t they eat you then?” She asks, keeping her disbelief out of her voice. The boy puffed his chest. “’Cause I was hiding. I was fishing where Cutter Brook comes down from the hills. My uncle use to farm that area and all the best fish are in pool there. I got a couple good size ones too.” Brigger’s hands indicated the size of the fish. “It was getting dark and I was putting stuff away so I could get on home. That’s when I heard their footsteps. So I put myself under a bush so’s whatever was coming couldn’t see me.” He smiled. “It worked too, cause I saw them and they didn’t see me. All the other guys are jealous that I got to see blue giants now.” “Mmhmm.” Says Panther doubtfully. “Three times as big as my friend here?” He asks, pointing to Kellron. “Well, maybe not quite three times as big. Could have been twice. I am kind of little you know. Everything is big.” “So twice as big as Kellron here? With iron boots and black swords?” Brigger’s eyes were looking a little off to the side. “Well sure. That’s what I said. Of course it was getting dark and I was hiding under that bush. I might have mistook the size.” Panther smiled. “That’s all right, it happens to all great adventurers at one time or another. “So blue men with iron boots and black swords? Are you sure they were blue?” “Mister, that’s the one thing I am sure of. They were as blue as my mother’s eyes. And ugly too. As ugly as my sister when she wakes up.” The five looked at each other. “How ugly is that?” Asks Panther. “Very ugly. A big nose and wrinkly skin all over. And very big eyes.” The boy shudders. “I barely got out with my life, but one of them fell into the water while they was fish…. Oops.” Panther nodded understandingly. “So they were fishing with iron boots and swords?” Brigger looked down at the ground and scuffed the dirt with his shoe. “No sir. They had black boots.” He looked up at the half-elf. “But they could have been iron. I just wasn’t close enough to see it very well.” “Iron it is then. What where they fishing with? A line and pole?” “Spears. It’s why one of them fell in.” Kestral fished a silver piece out of her pouch and flipped it towards the boy. “Thanks for the story. It was very inventive. Have you thought about being a bard?” Brigger snatched the coin out of the air and looked at the pretty young woman in front of him, nearly his size too. He wasn’t quite old enough to understand why boys liked girls, but seeing Kestral brought him a little closer to it. Uncomfortable, he looked back at the farm house. “Th-thank you, miss. I got to go back and do chores now though. Bye.” The five companions smiled as the boy ran back to the house, his mother waiting in the doorway for him. “Well. That was informative.” Said Kestral. “Shall we find Cutter Brook in the morning?” There was a murmur of agreement and the five headed back to the little boarding house where they planned on spending the night. [/QUOTE]
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