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Message: <blockquote data-quote="diaglo" data-source="post: 798168" data-attributes="member: 2885">1 Hammer Current ClackWulf closed the inn early. The Company of the 11th Hour was no more. Veridian, the black leathered elf, had been with them. Pepto's boon companions were all gone. The tale of the Dragon would have to wait.Fiddle slept soundly. Nothing would wake this halfling. In the morning, he found the others at a service. All of Peldan's Helm grieved for their Heroes. Afterwards Richter, Hawk, and Veridian spoke with an older elf. Fiddle helped himself to Richter's pouch.  He would count it later. The elderly elf, Eliar, wanted someone to clear a temple of an allip. Some form of undead. Richter practically drooled. Fiddle agreed to help. He turned to leave."Ah, Fiddle," Richter called. "My things."Fiddle walked back. Hawk hadn't seen the exchange but had helped Richter to discover the culprit. Vlad and Aaron also wished to join the hunt. But first the winter and the need for magic. Supposedly only magic would hurt the allip."I found this," Fiddle handed a pouch to Richter. "It must be yours."<img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f600.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":D" title="Big grin    :D"  data-smilie="8"data-shortname=":D" />There was a Dragon to slay somewhere in all of this adventuring. Fiddle wandered about Peldan's Helm. Most people ignored him. Being small had some advantages. The big folk talked about all sorts of things:· Reece the cobbler had taken ill. Ministrations by Father Abercrombie had been insufficient to cure him. (Medic….powerful medic. Though, he is an old man. Maybe it is his god's will. Tyr, right? Or so I've gathered from my encounter with the Father.)· Dumic the Red is preparing to represent Mistledale at the Dales Council at Midwinter. He is awaiting arrival of an escort from the Riders. (Who is this Dumic fellow? Maybe a trip to the Dales Council won't be too far out of the way, if we are going to the elven temple?)· Eliar the Mage is seeking heroes to purge undead from a lost elven shrine due to the fall of his protégé. (Already spoke to Eliar. Agreed to look into the matter. But we need some magic weaponry.)· The Heroes of Peldan's Helm have fallen in battle with drow raiders. A memorial ceremony has been held and a statue will be commemorated in their memory. (Went to the service. Very touching. But…they were adventurers, what did they expect?)· Bomblinn Deepdelver and a band of dour dwarves from Glen are wintering at Peldan's Helm, enroute to an ancient dwarven stronghold discovered and liberated by dwarven hero Dorek Stonebeard. (The dwarves can handle it. Sounds like they are better prepared than the Heroes of Peldan's Helm.)· The Company of the Burning Brand has returned from a successful foray to the Barrow Fields, where they fought through undead to retrieve an dancient flaming sword. (I need to have a talk with High Muul. Maybe I can convince him to let us have the sword.)· Stop by the tavern and meet Himool, captain of the Burning Brand and wielder of the sword of flame. (Way ahead of you.)· An elven patrol told a patrol from the guard that they had encountered strange, ancient ruins north of the Helm in the forest. They saw black and green robed humans, gnolls, and hobgoblins searching the ruins, plus what looked like walking corpses. (Shhh. Don't tell Richter.)· A major snowstorm has dumped 3 feet of snow on the Dales, trapping many travelers at Peldan's Helm. (And a cozy place it is…)· Jeb the fisher claims he saw a large beast fly over early one morning headed northwest, just before the snowstorm. (DRAGON…Did he say DRAGON?)· An elven ranger passed through a tenday ago, claiming he had encountered a dragon at night in the Thunder Peaks. (Sweeeeettttt. Pepto was right.)· A patrol of Riders led by Jerrod Rold has been missing for several months north og Glen and is now presumed dead. (Haven't been to Glen. Maybe we should ask the dwarves more about this.)· Corporal Sabine led a patrol to the caves northwest of Peldan's Helm three weeks ago and said things were quiet, too quiet. They withdrew without entering the caves. (Caves are dirty places.)· Grain stocks are good for this winter but meat is scarce; the stream has frozen so there are no fish. (Don't look at me. Go ask the Archer.)· A madman came through two tendays back babbling about dead dragons inheriting the earth; he said he was headed into the elven wood, the fool. (Not so mad. Not so foolish. But I think I'd like to have a little divine back up.)</blockquote>

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