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<blockquote data-quote="Myth and Legend" data-source="post: 4946879" data-attributes="member: 82679"><p>Peth's potent memory and his vast mental collection of lore reward him with the local story of the <a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/plots-places/264219-valley-dead-3-5-world-information.html#post4946811" target="_blank">White Lady</a>. Before he can make use of the information however, a large mail clad man interrupts the conversation. He has the appearance and manner of a Cleric, and speaks quite eloquently.</p><p></p><p>The little girl seems intimidated and quite lost at Kye's words however. She scurries away when he adjusts his weapon and shield, and now stands five feet away from the two adults. <strong>"Wh.. what?"</strong> She doesn't seem to understand most of what Kye said, but does her best to answer with as serious an expression as an eight year old could muster. <strong>"I don't have any pl... plinght, but i can ask Merry if we have some in the house. If i get you this plinght, will you help me find Tatters?"</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">***</p> <p style="text-align: center"></p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="color: white">Sensalar stands a little ways off from the crowd, and he can see that the rickety old wooden shacks and pavilions around the Sotuh Gate form a sort of small slum type district, and there are numerous narrow and muddy passageways between them, most of which are littered with rotting garbage and debris. Some half a mile to the North-West the Aasimar's keen vision can spot the shining of a stream, and the shades of a small glen.</span> Everything else around Angelwatch is flat, green and yellow autumn farmlands and fields.</p><p></p><p>Meanwhile, the large man soon finishes mounting the zombie heads on his improvised battle standard, and continues talking. <strong>"Angelwatch is full of newcomers, most are looking for easy coin and adventure.</strong> - he almost spits the last word out. - <strong>However some are here to help. Those of you, who are men of worth and who do not wish to follow the Lathandreans in their Crusade, I say let us organize patrols, arm the men and guard the outskirts of town from the advancing horrors of the night!"</strong></p><p></p><p>Some of the younger lads in the crowd begin to cheer, but a large part of the people's faces turn sour as they begin walking away. Murmurs such as <strong><em>"Let the town guard do it."</em></strong> and <strong><em>"Why should i risk my skin fer nottin."</em></strong> could be heard here and there.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">***</p> <p style="text-align: center"></p><p></p><p></p><p>The pleasant singing of birds and the washing of the nearby stream are all that can be heard in the small grove that goes along Willow Creek. A few hundred feet from the narrow path that leads from the Northern mountains to Angelwatch, is where Thok had decided to stop for the night. He can now see that it was a good spot, as no one bothered him during the night, and his campsite is almost impossible to spot from the unpaved path that goes trough the glen, not that anyone used it this early in the morning.</p><p></p><p>Just as he is wandering what to do next, the Half-orc spots a young human female walking in the distance, dressed in a plain brown dress, that seems to be common for the women of these parts. She is shouting something but the rustling of the autumn forest and the noise of the creek muff her voice. She seems to be looking for something or someone, and is walking in the direction that Thok came from last night</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">***</p> <p style="text-align: center"></p><p></p><p></p><p>The ringing of the bells of Lathander's grand Cathedral echoes trough Angelwatch, letting the populace know that dawn had arrived once again, dispelling the horrors of the night. The paved round square before the imposing structure is already full of people, as Dawnbringer Ferviel - Angelwatch's High Priest of Lathander, stands on a wooden podium, alongside a tall, middle aged man clad in golden full plate, with a gretsword strapped to his back. The crowd listens to the Dawnbringer's ceremony, some with more zeal than others, but many are quietly talking about the man next to Ferviel.</p><p></p><p>Surrounding the podium aere more men clad in various types of armour and wielding a variety of weapons, from swords, bills, maces and flails to even staffs. They all seem to be associated with the Temple to Lathander, as their armour and shields are covered with gold, or at least painted with bright yellow, and the sunrise emblem can be seen on several breastplates.</p><p></p><p>One of the men watching the ceremony is Dakyras, gray eyed and dark skinned, and skillfully concealed in his cloak. He does not stand out amongst the commoners, but if one looks carefully he will notice the steel in his eyes.</p><p></p><p>A bit to the side stands Latham Brack, his gentle features and calm face concealing the true power hidden in his arcane magic. Next to him stands a hooded figure, that closely watches anyone who gets too close to Latham.</p><p></p><p>At the back of the crowd, with his back to the stone wall behind him, stands Alevyth Balwer, a seemingly perfect human lad. So perfect in appearance in fact, that if one is to look at him with concentration he would be shocked to find no disproportion or flaw.</p><p></p><p>Soon the Cleric of Lathander finishes his ceremony and blesses everyone in attendance. He steps away and lets the man next to him speak, and a sudden silence falls over the crowd.</p><p></p><p><strong>"Greetings citizens of Angelwatch, blessed be all by the Morninglord!"</strong> His voice is deep, smooth and calm. The man talks like a noble, and his manners are impeccable. He now stands before the crowd with his hands behind his back, the sun gleaming off his polished suit of gold encrusted full plate. <strong>"I am Lazarus Trimenheim, a Paladin of Lathander. Some of you may have heard of me or of one of my many exploits. I have not come here to boast however, but to bring you most fortunate news. Me and my brothers in faith will rid your fine town of the undead menace once and for all."</strong></p><p></p><p>A roaring comes from the crowd, and it takes some time before Lazarus can tame them with gestures. <strong>"I am sure the Morninglord is pleased with your enthusiasm, indeed there is a goodly deed to be done! I now summon all men of skill and aptitude amongst you, to come and approach my subordinate, Sir Andrew</strong> - the Paladin points towards one of the men that are on the ground in front of the podium. He is donning red and gold plate mail, and has a great red brush like ornament on his helmet. - <strong>And enlist your services in writing and in heart, so that together we may vanquish this evil!"</strong> Lazarus finishes his speech and observes the crowd with an approving gaze, as the cheering is resumed once more.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Myth and Legend, post: 4946879, member: 82679"] Peth's potent memory and his vast mental collection of lore reward him with the local story of the [URL="http://www.enworld.org/forum/plots-places/264219-valley-dead-3-5-world-information.html#post4946811"]White Lady[/URL]. Before he can make use of the information however, a large mail clad man interrupts the conversation. He has the appearance and manner of a Cleric, and speaks quite eloquently. The little girl seems intimidated and quite lost at Kye's words however. She scurries away when he adjusts his weapon and shield, and now stands five feet away from the two adults. [B]"Wh.. what?"[/B] She doesn't seem to understand most of what Kye said, but does her best to answer with as serious an expression as an eight year old could muster. [B]"I don't have any pl... plinght, but i can ask Merry if we have some in the house. If i get you this plinght, will you help me find Tatters?"[/B] [CENTER]*** [/CENTER] [COLOR=white]Sensalar stands a little ways off from the crowd, and he can see that the rickety old wooden shacks and pavilions around the Sotuh Gate form a sort of small slum type district, and there are numerous narrow and muddy passageways between them, most of which are littered with rotting garbage and debris. Some half a mile to the North-West the Aasimar's keen vision can spot the shining of a stream, and the shades of a small glen.[/COLOR] Everything else around Angelwatch is flat, green and yellow autumn farmlands and fields. Meanwhile, the large man soon finishes mounting the zombie heads on his improvised battle standard, and continues talking. [B]"Angelwatch is full of newcomers, most are looking for easy coin and adventure.[/B] - he almost spits the last word out. - [B]However some are here to help. Those of you, who are men of worth and who do not wish to follow the Lathandreans in their Crusade, I say let us organize patrols, arm the men and guard the outskirts of town from the advancing horrors of the night!"[/B] Some of the younger lads in the crowd begin to cheer, but a large part of the people's faces turn sour as they begin walking away. Murmurs such as [B][I]"Let the town guard do it."[/I][/B] and [B][I]"Why should i risk my skin fer nottin."[/I][/B] could be heard here and there. [CENTER]*** [/CENTER] The pleasant singing of birds and the washing of the nearby stream are all that can be heard in the small grove that goes along Willow Creek. A few hundred feet from the narrow path that leads from the Northern mountains to Angelwatch, is where Thok had decided to stop for the night. He can now see that it was a good spot, as no one bothered him during the night, and his campsite is almost impossible to spot from the unpaved path that goes trough the glen, not that anyone used it this early in the morning. Just as he is wandering what to do next, the Half-orc spots a young human female walking in the distance, dressed in a plain brown dress, that seems to be common for the women of these parts. She is shouting something but the rustling of the autumn forest and the noise of the creek muff her voice. She seems to be looking for something or someone, and is walking in the direction that Thok came from last night [CENTER]*** [/CENTER] The ringing of the bells of Lathander's grand Cathedral echoes trough Angelwatch, letting the populace know that dawn had arrived once again, dispelling the horrors of the night. The paved round square before the imposing structure is already full of people, as Dawnbringer Ferviel - Angelwatch's High Priest of Lathander, stands on a wooden podium, alongside a tall, middle aged man clad in golden full plate, with a gretsword strapped to his back. The crowd listens to the Dawnbringer's ceremony, some with more zeal than others, but many are quietly talking about the man next to Ferviel. Surrounding the podium aere more men clad in various types of armour and wielding a variety of weapons, from swords, bills, maces and flails to even staffs. They all seem to be associated with the Temple to Lathander, as their armour and shields are covered with gold, or at least painted with bright yellow, and the sunrise emblem can be seen on several breastplates. One of the men watching the ceremony is Dakyras, gray eyed and dark skinned, and skillfully concealed in his cloak. He does not stand out amongst the commoners, but if one looks carefully he will notice the steel in his eyes. A bit to the side stands Latham Brack, his gentle features and calm face concealing the true power hidden in his arcane magic. Next to him stands a hooded figure, that closely watches anyone who gets too close to Latham. At the back of the crowd, with his back to the stone wall behind him, stands Alevyth Balwer, a seemingly perfect human lad. So perfect in appearance in fact, that if one is to look at him with concentration he would be shocked to find no disproportion or flaw. Soon the Cleric of Lathander finishes his ceremony and blesses everyone in attendance. He steps away and lets the man next to him speak, and a sudden silence falls over the crowd. [B]"Greetings citizens of Angelwatch, blessed be all by the Morninglord!"[/B] His voice is deep, smooth and calm. The man talks like a noble, and his manners are impeccable. He now stands before the crowd with his hands behind his back, the sun gleaming off his polished suit of gold encrusted full plate. [B]"I am Lazarus Trimenheim, a Paladin of Lathander. Some of you may have heard of me or of one of my many exploits. I have not come here to boast however, but to bring you most fortunate news. Me and my brothers in faith will rid your fine town of the undead menace once and for all."[/B] A roaring comes from the crowd, and it takes some time before Lazarus can tame them with gestures. [B]"I am sure the Morninglord is pleased with your enthusiasm, indeed there is a goodly deed to be done! I now summon all men of skill and aptitude amongst you, to come and approach my subordinate, Sir Andrew[/B] - the Paladin points towards one of the men that are on the ground in front of the podium. He is donning red and gold plate mail, and has a great red brush like ornament on his helmet. - [B]And enlist your services in writing and in heart, so that together we may vanquish this evil!"[/B] Lazarus finishes his speech and observes the crowd with an approving gaze, as the cheering is resumed once more. [/QUOTE]
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