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<blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 4702670" data-attributes="member: 1210"><p>In the Bronze Hall, wherein the Bronze Council of Fandelose meets, a contentious debate is happening.</p><p></p><p>General Argos, supreme commander of the Imperial Army forces in and around Fandelose, is here only as a courtesy. The imposition of martial law, though resisted by the council, is a part of his mandate. He need only show that the danger is real and imminent- and the scouting reports, maps and testimony of survivors of the oncoming Six-Fingered Hand is enough to establish that. Bridget Willow can (and will) argue until she is blue in the face, but she cannot prevent him from taking command of the city’s defenses.</p><p></p><p>At least, not <em>legally.</em></p><p></p><p>But the city watch is a civilian force, not a military one, and is under the command of the Council. If they choose to fight him, they have the ability to make it a very real battle in the streets- something that Fandelose, with every man and every hour precious, cannot afford. And there is the bureaucrat’s answer, too- slow the process down with red tape.</p><p></p><p>General Argos will have none of that. There is no time for such nonsense.</p><p></p><p>“Your Valor,” Knile Keflingorn says, addressing Argos by the honorific to which he is due as a general of the Empire, “some of the measures that you are suggesting seem... extreme.”</p><p></p><p>Keflingorn is the most sensible of the Bronze Councilors. The more of them that Argos can win over, the more fully the city will cooperate with what must be done. <em>I must persuade at least Keflingorn. His faction will follow him, and their support is enough for me to carry out my plans.</em> General Argos replies, “I assume that you are referring to the conscriptions.”</p><p></p><p>“Clearing a good part of the Upper District for rice fields is quite out of the question,” Feevon Bronze declares. “You are talking about the living areas of most of the city’s wealthiest people!”</p><p></p><p>“I am talking about feeding your city,” General Argos retorts. “Once the horde reaches us, they will invest Fandelose. There won’t be enough food stockpiled for us to last long, and the fields will be lost. We must burn them before the enemy takes them, so that they cannot live off of forage or grow their own crops. Fandelose has far too many people to feed without making drastic sacrifices.”</p><p></p><p>“I don’t think the wealthy will be eager to give their homes up,” Bronze repeats. “How would you compensate them?”</p><p></p><p>It is obvious to the general that the councilors are still thinking of him as an opponent, or at best an ally that must be kept from growing too strong. He speaks carefully, modulating his tone to deliver the message that the others in the room <em>must</em> hear. “I would compensate them by saving their lives. If any man wishes to remain in his house at the expense of the food source of the city, he must merely persuade the thousands of hungry soldiers to keep fighting for him while he sits comfortably in bed. Meanwhile the enemy will scale the walls, rape his wife to death in front of him as they burn his house to the ground and eat his children alive.”</p><p></p><p>The councilors are shocked into silence.</p><p></p><p>”I am not exaggerating, ladies and gentlemen. That is how the Six-Fingered Hand operates. Their general styles himself ‘the Eviscerator’. These are not enemies who seek a bribe, a few slaves or a courtly surrender. They are not trying to kill our Emperor, our generals, or even our men. They are trying to <em>exterminate</em> us. They will not leave a single human, elf, dwarf or other civilized being alive at the end of this war- unless we stop them.”</p><p></p><p>Bridget Willow opens her mouth to interject, but General Argos uses his words like a machete, hacking a path through the tangled politics of the city. “We are not fighting to remain wealthy, happy or healthy. We are no longer fighting for the Empire or for our freedom. We are fighting for our very survival. There is no surrender to this enemy, except to be used as cattle to feed them while they slaughter the remaining men and women of the western provinces. The few people who have escaped the Hand have told us what it is like- you have heard their testimony in the last few hours yourselves. I did not coach them or trick them or bribe them. I offered them no favors or compensation for telling their stories. They have seen that our choice is to fight with all we have, or die, and they came to try to make you see that. </p><p></p><p>“Now, you all know that I have the legal authority to declare martial law. One way or another, I am doing so. We cannot afford the bickering and politics that have been going on here any longer. We need to act as a united force, bending every resource we have to our collective defense. I give you my word, as soon as this war is over, I will return control of Fandelose to you. But for now, <em>I need your help.</em> Only you can rally the people of Fandelose to fully participate in their own salvation. There is nowhere to run; we have no escape route. We <em>must</em> make our stand, and we <em>must</em> defeat our enemies. I need every person in the city to do their part- whether it is farming, forging or fighting. For you- I need you to <em>lead.</em> I need you to lead the city in carrying out the necessary actions to resist the Hand.”</p><p></p><p>The councilors are grim-looking. Bridget Willow is angry; Feevon Bronze looks frightened and resigned. Knile Keflingorn is studying General Argos’ face in turn. To Argos’ surprise, it is Councilor Bronze that speaks up first.</p><p></p><p>“General Argos, the council will aid you as best we can.”</p><p></p><p>Bridget Willow shoots Bronze an alarmed look.</p><p></p><p>“You are right. We cannot afford to bicker at a time like this. We need to have the best leadership that we can muster, and in matters military, you are it.”</p><p></p><p>General Argos bows his head. “Thank you, sir.”</p><p></p><p>“Don’t abuse our trust, general,” Councilor Willow snaps. “As soon as Fandelose is safe, we will expect you to keep your word.”</p><p></p><p>Argos nods. “I will keep my word,” he vows, “and together, we will live to see that day.”</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>Outside of Fandelose, a lazy, hungry bear sniffs the air, looking for easy food. It rambles onto the path to the Black Gorge and stumbles onto our heroes. Its belly rumbles, but before it tries to eat one of the two-legs, something stings it. Then really loud, scary noises come from the group, and the bear decides that, just maybe, it should look for easier prey. </p><p></p><p>The bear flees into the hills, away from the party.</p><p></p><p>“That good trick,” Cook says, referring to the pair of <em>ghost sounds</em> that Iggy and Hkatha used on the bear. The two wizards grin, and the party keeps walking. When the path starts to descend into the Black Gorge, they veer off to the north, staying above the rim of the canyon. They walk along for several miles until the ruins of a watch tower come into view. Near it are several cairns.</p><p></p><p>“Movement.” Vann-La points at the cairns. “In the building, too.”</p><p></p><p>The rocks of the cairns suddenly rattle and shift, and a pair of skeletons arises from them. </p><p></p><p>“Smashie-smashie!” cries Cook, brandishing his iron pan. The rest of the party begins to move up to meet the skeletons as well, when suddenly the door to the watch tower cracks open and the ground starts distorting and heaving. It is incredibly disorienting, and our heroes find their perceptions highly disrupted!</p><p></p><p>“It’s some kind of bird-man,” Vann-La says, shaking her head to try to clear it.</p><p></p><p>“Kenku!” exclaims Sta’Ligir. </p><p></p><p>Indeed- the watch tower proves to have five kenku in it, most of which hang back and shoot arrows at the party. Once Sta’Ligir sees just how many of them there are, he unleashes a <em>fireball</em>, blasting them all, and Hkatha follows it up with a <em>sleep</em> spell. The combat is fast and furious; Vann-La drops both skeletons with a <em>rain of steel</em> while the kenku keep creating <em>phantasmal reinforcements</em> and illusory <em>treacherous terrain.</em></p><p></p><p>Finally, the manages to defeat the bird-folk. Immediately, they check to see if there is any sign that the kenku might be affiliated with the Hand, but fortunately, there isn’t. They survey the scene, extracting some treasure from the cairns and bodies, including a <em>cloak of resistance</em> that they give to Kratos.</p><p></p><p>Then they discuss their next move and decide to head down into the gorge to solve the issue of the dwarven payments. This requires that they either walk back to the entrance of the canyon or climb a long 50’ down. The decision is easy; it will only take a few more hours of walking to go back the safe way. </p><p></p><p>The party loops back to the path into the gorge and starts descending. But as they are about 1/3 of the way down the canyon’s wall along the trail, a sudden rumble alerts them to an avalanche of rock tumbling down at them! It smashes into them, knocking Vann-La completely over the edge! With a cry, she falls 30’ to the ground, landing in a pile of brush and gravel. </p><p></p><p>“It’s a trap!” cries Kratos.</p><p></p><p>Indeed- a trio of hard-looking men, along with a pair of drakes, have emerged from behind a concealing screen of brush and boulders. They pull bows and start shooting for the party’s knees. The drakes hiss and begin to spit gouts of acid for the heroes. Behind them, a tougher-looking man with a glowing shield moves up behind them. “Get ‘em, boys!” he shouts.</p><p></p><p>Sta’Ligir offers the party’s attackers a rebuttal in the form of a <em>fireball</em>. The spell explodes amongst them, wounding all three of the humans with bows as well as both of the drakes. The party charges forward, and the archers cast aside their bows and draw swords, sliding easily into battle-ready stances. </p><p></p><p><em>These guys are professionals,</em> Heimall realizes. <em>Who are they? Why are they attacking us? They’re too competent just to be bandits. They look like mercenaries to me...</em></p><p></p><p>Indeed, the sell-swords fight hard and brutal. Vann-La manages to pick herself up and ascend the cliff, telling herself that she is <em>unstoppable.</em> When she rejoins the fight, she finds herself engaging the enemy captain in melee. When she strikes him, his shield replies with a blast of thunder and lightning. Vann-La groans, but keeps fighting, forcing the mercenary captain back and holding her ground long enough for Torinn to use a <em>healing word</em> on her. </p><p></p><p>The sell-swords and their captains are clearly savvy combatants, and if our heroes were less skilled, they would be doomed. But they have spent months fighting for their lives, and so they manage to defeat the mercenaries, slaying all but the captain, whom they take prisoner. Then comes the question of what to do with him.</p><p></p><p>“Kill him,” Sta’Ligir suggests.</p><p></p><p>“He might have valuable information,” Heimall protests. </p><p></p><p>“All right, just maim him.”</p><p></p><p>“We aren’t going to maim any prisoners,” Heimall sighs. “These guys look like mercenaries. That means that someone hired them to go after us. Let’s bring him around, interrogate him and see what we can learn.”</p><p></p><p>“Someone like Millbury,” Kratos snarls.</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>The mercenary captain is surprisingly cooperative. He gives his name as Borgan Tyre, admits readily that his band was hired to kill the party, and by Millbury; but as ransom for his life, he offers to call the rest of the band off.</p><p></p><p>”How many of you are there, altogether?” asks Heimall.</p><p></p><p>“About forty. A few less, now,” Borgan Tyre amends, glancing at the corpses of the three sell-swords. </p><p></p><p>The mercenary tells them that he doesn’t know where to find Millbury at this point; it was weeks ago, and Millbury was still in the city, advising Chiron daVoi, when Tyre last saw him.*</p><p></p><p>Heimall says, “I am going to make you a counter-offer, against Millbury. I’ll take you and your men on in my service. I’ll pay you, and pay you well if you are loyal. We need every soldier that we can get right now.”</p><p></p><p>“But I’m keeping his shield,” Vann-La pipes up. She glowers at Borgan Tyre. </p><p></p><p>”Hey, I’m alive,” Tyre says with a shrug. “I count that as a win.”</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>The party and Borgan Tyre meet up with some of the rest of his band, and Tyre proves true to his word. Although the party is outnumbered, he introduces Heimall as the band’s new employer. The party puts the mercenary group to work on restoring the watchtower and then, finally, returns and reaches the bottom of the Black Gorge.</p><p></p><p><em><strong>Next Time:</strong></em> The firestone situation!</p><p></p><p>*Since then, our heroes uncovered Millbury’s part in the framing of General Argos and the attempted poisoning of Feevon Bronze, and Millbury has fled the city.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="the Jester, post: 4702670, member: 1210"] In the Bronze Hall, wherein the Bronze Council of Fandelose meets, a contentious debate is happening. General Argos, supreme commander of the Imperial Army forces in and around Fandelose, is here only as a courtesy. The imposition of martial law, though resisted by the council, is a part of his mandate. He need only show that the danger is real and imminent- and the scouting reports, maps and testimony of survivors of the oncoming Six-Fingered Hand is enough to establish that. Bridget Willow can (and will) argue until she is blue in the face, but she cannot prevent him from taking command of the city’s defenses. At least, not [i]legally.[/i] But the city watch is a civilian force, not a military one, and is under the command of the Council. If they choose to fight him, they have the ability to make it a very real battle in the streets- something that Fandelose, with every man and every hour precious, cannot afford. And there is the bureaucrat’s answer, too- slow the process down with red tape. General Argos will have none of that. There is no time for such nonsense. “Your Valor,” Knile Keflingorn says, addressing Argos by the honorific to which he is due as a general of the Empire, “some of the measures that you are suggesting seem... extreme.” Keflingorn is the most sensible of the Bronze Councilors. The more of them that Argos can win over, the more fully the city will cooperate with what must be done. [i]I must persuade at least Keflingorn. His faction will follow him, and their support is enough for me to carry out my plans.[/i] General Argos replies, “I assume that you are referring to the conscriptions.” “Clearing a good part of the Upper District for rice fields is quite out of the question,” Feevon Bronze declares. “You are talking about the living areas of most of the city’s wealthiest people!” “I am talking about feeding your city,” General Argos retorts. “Once the horde reaches us, they will invest Fandelose. There won’t be enough food stockpiled for us to last long, and the fields will be lost. We must burn them before the enemy takes them, so that they cannot live off of forage or grow their own crops. Fandelose has far too many people to feed without making drastic sacrifices.” “I don’t think the wealthy will be eager to give their homes up,” Bronze repeats. “How would you compensate them?” It is obvious to the general that the councilors are still thinking of him as an opponent, or at best an ally that must be kept from growing too strong. He speaks carefully, modulating his tone to deliver the message that the others in the room [i]must[/i] hear. “I would compensate them by saving their lives. If any man wishes to remain in his house at the expense of the food source of the city, he must merely persuade the thousands of hungry soldiers to keep fighting for him while he sits comfortably in bed. Meanwhile the enemy will scale the walls, rape his wife to death in front of him as they burn his house to the ground and eat his children alive.” The councilors are shocked into silence. ”I am not exaggerating, ladies and gentlemen. That is how the Six-Fingered Hand operates. Their general styles himself ‘the Eviscerator’. These are not enemies who seek a bribe, a few slaves or a courtly surrender. They are not trying to kill our Emperor, our generals, or even our men. They are trying to [i]exterminate[/i] us. They will not leave a single human, elf, dwarf or other civilized being alive at the end of this war- unless we stop them.” Bridget Willow opens her mouth to interject, but General Argos uses his words like a machete, hacking a path through the tangled politics of the city. “We are not fighting to remain wealthy, happy or healthy. We are no longer fighting for the Empire or for our freedom. We are fighting for our very survival. There is no surrender to this enemy, except to be used as cattle to feed them while they slaughter the remaining men and women of the western provinces. The few people who have escaped the Hand have told us what it is like- you have heard their testimony in the last few hours yourselves. I did not coach them or trick them or bribe them. I offered them no favors or compensation for telling their stories. They have seen that our choice is to fight with all we have, or die, and they came to try to make you see that. “Now, you all know that I have the legal authority to declare martial law. One way or another, I am doing so. We cannot afford the bickering and politics that have been going on here any longer. We need to act as a united force, bending every resource we have to our collective defense. I give you my word, as soon as this war is over, I will return control of Fandelose to you. But for now, [i]I need your help.[/i] Only you can rally the people of Fandelose to fully participate in their own salvation. There is nowhere to run; we have no escape route. We [i]must[/i] make our stand, and we [i]must[/i] defeat our enemies. I need every person in the city to do their part- whether it is farming, forging or fighting. For you- I need you to [i]lead.[/i] I need you to lead the city in carrying out the necessary actions to resist the Hand.” The councilors are grim-looking. Bridget Willow is angry; Feevon Bronze looks frightened and resigned. Knile Keflingorn is studying General Argos’ face in turn. To Argos’ surprise, it is Councilor Bronze that speaks up first. “General Argos, the council will aid you as best we can.” Bridget Willow shoots Bronze an alarmed look. “You are right. We cannot afford to bicker at a time like this. We need to have the best leadership that we can muster, and in matters military, you are it.” General Argos bows his head. “Thank you, sir.” “Don’t abuse our trust, general,” Councilor Willow snaps. “As soon as Fandelose is safe, we will expect you to keep your word.” Argos nods. “I will keep my word,” he vows, “and together, we will live to see that day.” *** Outside of Fandelose, a lazy, hungry bear sniffs the air, looking for easy food. It rambles onto the path to the Black Gorge and stumbles onto our heroes. Its belly rumbles, but before it tries to eat one of the two-legs, something stings it. Then really loud, scary noises come from the group, and the bear decides that, just maybe, it should look for easier prey. The bear flees into the hills, away from the party. “That good trick,” Cook says, referring to the pair of [i]ghost sounds[/i] that Iggy and Hkatha used on the bear. The two wizards grin, and the party keeps walking. When the path starts to descend into the Black Gorge, they veer off to the north, staying above the rim of the canyon. They walk along for several miles until the ruins of a watch tower come into view. Near it are several cairns. “Movement.” Vann-La points at the cairns. “In the building, too.” The rocks of the cairns suddenly rattle and shift, and a pair of skeletons arises from them. “Smashie-smashie!” cries Cook, brandishing his iron pan. The rest of the party begins to move up to meet the skeletons as well, when suddenly the door to the watch tower cracks open and the ground starts distorting and heaving. It is incredibly disorienting, and our heroes find their perceptions highly disrupted! “It’s some kind of bird-man,” Vann-La says, shaking her head to try to clear it. “Kenku!” exclaims Sta’Ligir. Indeed- the watch tower proves to have five kenku in it, most of which hang back and shoot arrows at the party. Once Sta’Ligir sees just how many of them there are, he unleashes a [i]fireball[/i], blasting them all, and Hkatha follows it up with a [i]sleep[/i] spell. The combat is fast and furious; Vann-La drops both skeletons with a [i]rain of steel[/i] while the kenku keep creating [i]phantasmal reinforcements[/i] and illusory [i]treacherous terrain.[/i] Finally, the manages to defeat the bird-folk. Immediately, they check to see if there is any sign that the kenku might be affiliated with the Hand, but fortunately, there isn’t. They survey the scene, extracting some treasure from the cairns and bodies, including a [i]cloak of resistance[/i] that they give to Kratos. Then they discuss their next move and decide to head down into the gorge to solve the issue of the dwarven payments. This requires that they either walk back to the entrance of the canyon or climb a long 50’ down. The decision is easy; it will only take a few more hours of walking to go back the safe way. The party loops back to the path into the gorge and starts descending. But as they are about 1/3 of the way down the canyon’s wall along the trail, a sudden rumble alerts them to an avalanche of rock tumbling down at them! It smashes into them, knocking Vann-La completely over the edge! With a cry, she falls 30’ to the ground, landing in a pile of brush and gravel. “It’s a trap!” cries Kratos. Indeed- a trio of hard-looking men, along with a pair of drakes, have emerged from behind a concealing screen of brush and boulders. They pull bows and start shooting for the party’s knees. The drakes hiss and begin to spit gouts of acid for the heroes. Behind them, a tougher-looking man with a glowing shield moves up behind them. “Get ‘em, boys!” he shouts. Sta’Ligir offers the party’s attackers a rebuttal in the form of a [i]fireball[/i]. The spell explodes amongst them, wounding all three of the humans with bows as well as both of the drakes. The party charges forward, and the archers cast aside their bows and draw swords, sliding easily into battle-ready stances. [i]These guys are professionals,[/i] Heimall realizes. [i]Who are they? Why are they attacking us? They’re too competent just to be bandits. They look like mercenaries to me...[/i] Indeed, the sell-swords fight hard and brutal. Vann-La manages to pick herself up and ascend the cliff, telling herself that she is [i]unstoppable.[/i] When she rejoins the fight, she finds herself engaging the enemy captain in melee. When she strikes him, his shield replies with a blast of thunder and lightning. Vann-La groans, but keeps fighting, forcing the mercenary captain back and holding her ground long enough for Torinn to use a [i]healing word[/i] on her. The sell-swords and their captains are clearly savvy combatants, and if our heroes were less skilled, they would be doomed. But they have spent months fighting for their lives, and so they manage to defeat the mercenaries, slaying all but the captain, whom they take prisoner. Then comes the question of what to do with him. “Kill him,” Sta’Ligir suggests. “He might have valuable information,” Heimall protests. “All right, just maim him.” “We aren’t going to maim any prisoners,” Heimall sighs. “These guys look like mercenaries. That means that someone hired them to go after us. Let’s bring him around, interrogate him and see what we can learn.” “Someone like Millbury,” Kratos snarls. *** The mercenary captain is surprisingly cooperative. He gives his name as Borgan Tyre, admits readily that his band was hired to kill the party, and by Millbury; but as ransom for his life, he offers to call the rest of the band off. ”How many of you are there, altogether?” asks Heimall. “About forty. A few less, now,” Borgan Tyre amends, glancing at the corpses of the three sell-swords. The mercenary tells them that he doesn’t know where to find Millbury at this point; it was weeks ago, and Millbury was still in the city, advising Chiron daVoi, when Tyre last saw him.* Heimall says, “I am going to make you a counter-offer, against Millbury. I’ll take you and your men on in my service. I’ll pay you, and pay you well if you are loyal. We need every soldier that we can get right now.” “But I’m keeping his shield,” Vann-La pipes up. She glowers at Borgan Tyre. ”Hey, I’m alive,” Tyre says with a shrug. “I count that as a win.” *** The party and Borgan Tyre meet up with some of the rest of his band, and Tyre proves true to his word. Although the party is outnumbered, he introduces Heimall as the band’s new employer. The party puts the mercenary group to work on restoring the watchtower and then, finally, returns and reaches the bottom of the Black Gorge. [i][b]Next Time:[/b][/i][b][/b] The firestone situation! *Since then, our heroes uncovered Millbury’s part in the framing of General Argos and the attempted poisoning of Feevon Bronze, and Millbury has fled the city. [/QUOTE]
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