Endur's Expedition to Castle Ravenloft
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Endur
First Post
A crowd of villagers approach Ismark.
One villager, named Arlich, asks,
"Ismark, We need your leadership and judgment. There are decisions that must be made.
"Many of the buildings were damaged in the Night of the Living Dead and need to be rebuilt. Some families lack men now. Other families were completely wiped out. Who will rebuild their buildings?"
An old wailing woman named Mary Bogoescu grabs hold of Ismark's sleeve and wails,
"Gertrude! My baby is missing! She was in her room, and then she was gone!"
A third villager, Bildrath the merchant, says, "The zombies even burned the church. Who shall rebuild the church?"
A fourth villager, Stara Litmunova, approaches Allesandra and says, "Oh, Allesandra, thank you for coming to our village to replace Danovich. We needed someone for church services and you responded in our time of need. My husband Viktor did not survive the Night of the Living Dead, but I know he would have wanted a brave heroine such as yourself to have this amulet of protection."
One villager, named Arlich, asks,
"Ismark, We need your leadership and judgment. There are decisions that must be made.
"Many of the buildings were damaged in the Night of the Living Dead and need to be rebuilt. Some families lack men now. Other families were completely wiped out. Who will rebuild their buildings?"
An old wailing woman named Mary Bogoescu grabs hold of Ismark's sleeve and wails,
"Gertrude! My baby is missing! She was in her room, and then she was gone!"
A third villager, Bildrath the merchant, says, "The zombies even burned the church. Who shall rebuild the church?"
A fourth villager, Stara Litmunova, approaches Allesandra and says, "Oh, Allesandra, thank you for coming to our village to replace Danovich. We needed someone for church services and you responded in our time of need. My husband Viktor did not survive the Night of the Living Dead, but I know he would have wanted a brave heroine such as yourself to have this amulet of protection."
Ismark looks over the crowd of villagers. Torn between the duties of caring for the villagers and expunging the evil, Ismark the Lesser knows that he can't do both. But just maybe he doesn't need to.
"Arlich, isn't it?" Ismark asks quietly in his gravelly voice. "You are correct. There are decisions to be made."
"And I'll tell you this," he says lifting the volume of his voice so that the crowd may also hear. "I visited upon the castle last night at the Count's invitation. Alas, his health precluded him from taking audience with me, but it was conveyed that I was to be Burgomaster. I shan't wear that mantle until the Count lays it upon me with his own hands. But if you would have me make those decisions of Burgomaster in the meantime, then I will wear that burden."
"Arlich, are you a good and just man? Do you represent the people of the village?" Ismark then looks to the crowd and addresses them. "Does Arlich have your trust?" he demands of them, repeating the question until he has an answer either way.
If Arlich and the crowd all give an affirmative response, then he continues. "Arlich. You then will act in my name. For I pursue evil and intend to expunge it from these parts. And I need someone to be my hand whilst I pursue this task."
"Firstly, identify which dwellings have lost their families, but are habitable. Make a list. Make another list of dwellings that are damaged or destroyed. On that list note which families still live there. Then match the two lists as fairly as can be done. Some may have to share until their own residence is repaired or reestablished. Be sure to keep families as close to their original home as can be done."
"Next. Organise work teams. Each family with an able bodied man is to spare that man for two full days of each week to assist others in organised teams to rebuild and repair as necessary. One day of work is to be for the church. And no-one is excused."
"A small tax will need to be levied in order to pay for materials. But if I hear of any price gouging from suppliers, then summary justice will prevail. You will need to report to me daily - if possible - on progress.
"Arlich, isn't it?" Ismark asks quietly in his gravelly voice. "You are correct. There are decisions to be made."
"And I'll tell you this," he says lifting the volume of his voice so that the crowd may also hear. "I visited upon the castle last night at the Count's invitation. Alas, his health precluded him from taking audience with me, but it was conveyed that I was to be Burgomaster. I shan't wear that mantle until the Count lays it upon me with his own hands. But if you would have me make those decisions of Burgomaster in the meantime, then I will wear that burden."
"Arlich, are you a good and just man? Do you represent the people of the village?" Ismark then looks to the crowd and addresses them. "Does Arlich have your trust?" he demands of them, repeating the question until he has an answer either way.
If Arlich and the crowd all give an affirmative response, then he continues. "Arlich. You then will act in my name. For I pursue evil and intend to expunge it from these parts. And I need someone to be my hand whilst I pursue this task."
"Firstly, identify which dwellings have lost their families, but are habitable. Make a list. Make another list of dwellings that are damaged or destroyed. On that list note which families still live there. Then match the two lists as fairly as can be done. Some may have to share until their own residence is repaired or reestablished. Be sure to keep families as close to their original home as can be done."
"Next. Organise work teams. Each family with an able bodied man is to spare that man for two full days of each week to assist others in organised teams to rebuild and repair as necessary. One day of work is to be for the church. And no-one is excused."
"A small tax will need to be levied in order to pay for materials. But if I hear of any price gouging from suppliers, then summary justice will prevail. You will need to report to me daily - if possible - on progress.
Endur
First Post
Ismark ponders.
Who would all the villagers trust, someone like himself?
The priest Danovich went mad after his son was slain by wolves in broad daylight.
Jeref Maurgan left Barovia with a letter seeking a replacement priest for Barovia. Jeref did not return from his trip.
Ismark's father Kolyan Indirovich lies dead. His murder unavenged.
Ismark's father's friends, Sir Urik and Varikov the trapper, have not been seen since the night his father was murdered.
Nearly half of the villagers were slain in what the Villagers are calling the 'Night of the Living Dead.'
Who would all the villagers trust?
Who would all the villagers trust, someone like himself?
The priest Danovich went mad after his son was slain by wolves in broad daylight.
Jeref Maurgan left Barovia with a letter seeking a replacement priest for Barovia. Jeref did not return from his trip.
Ismark's father Kolyan Indirovich lies dead. His murder unavenged.
Ismark's father's friends, Sir Urik and Varikov the trapper, have not been seen since the night his father was murdered.
Nearly half of the villagers were slain in what the Villagers are calling the 'Night of the Living Dead.'
Who would all the villagers trust?
Le Noir Faineant
Explorer
Dareios walks next to Ismark, the vizor open, but the helmet still on his head, and looks with intimidating severity into the surrounding crowd.
"STEP BACK, commoners! This is not a jester, this is your new burgomaster, and he speaks in the name of Count von Zarovich himself! Show him the respect that his position requires!"
Clandestinely, Dareios smiles over himself right now, since it recalls him the times when was training recruits for the Brindinford City Militia.
He thinks that it would be useful for the villagers to have their own trained troops, and for a moment muses about settling down here for a while, and teach the remaining peasants some of his warrior skills... Lia has a place in his daysdreams, too.
"STEP BACK, commoners! This is not a jester, this is your new burgomaster, and he speaks in the name of Count von Zarovich himself! Show him the respect that his position requires!"
Clandestinely, Dareios smiles over himself right now, since it recalls him the times when was training recruits for the Brindinford City Militia.
He thinks that it would be useful for the villagers to have their own trained troops, and for a moment muses about settling down here for a while, and teach the remaining peasants some of his warrior skills... Lia has a place in his daysdreams, too.
