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<blockquote data-quote="Lazybones" data-source="post: 7293328" data-attributes="member: 143"><p>Chapter 95</p><p></p><p>Within a minute of meeting the Governor, Bredan learned that he’d been right.</p><p></p><p>“Two days ago, Wildrush was attacked by a chimera,” Argost Brownwell said.</p><p></p><p>Bredan didn’t know immediately how bad it was, but one look at the faces of his companions was suggestive. Kosk grimaced and shook his head, while Quellan looked like he’d been punched in the stomach. Only Glori managed to recover her typically enthusiastic smile, though Bredan could see how her hand shook as she reached down to stroke her lyre. She glanced over at him, and on seeing his look of confusion explained.</p><p></p><p>“It’s a magical beast,” she told him. “A three-headed monstrosity that is part goat, part lion, and part dragon.”</p><p></p><p>“That doesn’t sound good,” Bredan said.</p><p></p><p>“That’s a bloody understatement,” Kosk said. “Haran never said anything about no bloody chimera.”</p><p></p><p>“The creature only appeared in the valley less than a week ago,” the only other man in the room chimed in. The middle-aged human who’d been introduced as “Coop” headed the local Manufacturers’ Association. He had the look of a man who would be equally at home in a sawmill or a shop that focused on detail-work. He was much like Brownwell in that; the Governor still had the gnarled, scarred hands of the mine foreman he’d been before he’d been chosen for his current position. Lydon hadn’t remained with them for longer than it had taken to show them to this room. “We drove the thing off, but two men were killed and over a dozen hurt, some badly. And you saw the damage it did ere it left.”</p><p></p><p>“My friend didn’t mean to impugn your efforts,” Quellan said. “From what Captain Haran told us, things like that are not uncommon in these mountains.”</p><p></p><p>“It’s a sad loss,” Brownwell said. “He was a good man. Killed by a giant, you said?”</p><p></p><p>“A hill giant, accompanied by four ogres,” Glori said. “They were camped out on the road, waiting in ambush.” After a quick glance at Quellan she added, “There might have been a spellcaster with them, we’re not certain. They had picked a good spot for their attack, and they destroyed the lead wagon, the one carrying the weapons for your garrison.”</p><p></p><p>“Organized, then,” Coop said with a knowing look at Brownwell.</p><p></p><p>“We’d wondered why we hadn’t heard anything from the south of late,” Brownwell said. “We don’t exactly get much traffic here in the Silverpeak, not since the last mining bust, but we get some, even if it’s just the carrier of the King’s post or the odd peddler or trader coming over to sell his wares.”</p><p></p><p>“But you know about the war, right?” Bredan asked.</p><p></p><p>“Aye, though I almost wish we hadn’t,” Brownwell said. “We have enough problems here in the best of times, leaving aside a goblinoid army.”</p><p></p><p>“They’d be there whether or not you’d heard,” Kosk pointed out.</p><p></p><p>“We haven’t seen hide nor hair of any of their kind in the valley,” Coop interjected. “Not that I’m complaining.”</p><p></p><p>“From what we’ve seen, it doesn’t look like you have regular patrols,” Kosk said.</p><p></p><p>Anger flashed on Coop’s face for a moment, but Brownwell restrained him with a raised hand. “It’s true, we haven’t had anything more than a token force stationed here since the silver ran out,” the Governor admitted. “Barely enough to keep the peace, with the sorts of folk who end up here. Some say it was worse during the boom, but thin times bring out their own kind of trouble.”</p><p></p><p>“Such as this monster that afflicts you,” Quellan said. “Have any other settlements been attacked?”</p><p></p><p>“There aren’t that many,” Brownwell said, “Not anymore. But I’ve sent riders to check on the few holdouts who still have claims along the east slope and along the outer edge of the woods. We still have one major mine that’s still running, the Crossed Picks. I’ve notified the miners, though to be honest they’re probably safer there than they are here.”</p><p></p><p>“Thing’s too big to go crawling into a deep shaft,” Coop explained.</p><p></p><p>“When I heard you’d arrived, I thought we might have found salvation,” Brownwell said. “We’d been told there would be significant reinforcements for our garrison with the next shipment of supplies.”</p><p></p><p>“That wasn’t true even before those giants hit us,” Kosk said. “Haran had just a handful of men.”</p><p></p><p>“I don’t know how significant we are, Governor, but we’re at your service,” Quellan said. “We have some, ah, experience with this sort of thing.”</p><p></p><p>“Too much experience, when it comes to volunteering,” Kosk muttered under his breath, but he subsided at a look from the cleric.</p><p></p><p>“Do you know where the creature went, after it attacked you?” Glori asked.</p><p></p><p>Brownwell was about to respond when they heard the sound of boots, a heavy tread, in the hallway outside. The Governor’s House was two stories, and bigger than most in Wildrush, but it was the same type of hasty wooden construction that was typical in the rest of the town, and even the Governor’s boards tended to creak.</p><p></p><p>“Ah,” Brownwell said. “If this is who I think it is, then he might have a better answer to your question.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Lazybones, post: 7293328, member: 143"] Chapter 95 Within a minute of meeting the Governor, Bredan learned that he’d been right. “Two days ago, Wildrush was attacked by a chimera,” Argost Brownwell said. Bredan didn’t know immediately how bad it was, but one look at the faces of his companions was suggestive. Kosk grimaced and shook his head, while Quellan looked like he’d been punched in the stomach. Only Glori managed to recover her typically enthusiastic smile, though Bredan could see how her hand shook as she reached down to stroke her lyre. She glanced over at him, and on seeing his look of confusion explained. “It’s a magical beast,” she told him. “A three-headed monstrosity that is part goat, part lion, and part dragon.” “That doesn’t sound good,” Bredan said. “That’s a bloody understatement,” Kosk said. “Haran never said anything about no bloody chimera.” “The creature only appeared in the valley less than a week ago,” the only other man in the room chimed in. The middle-aged human who’d been introduced as “Coop” headed the local Manufacturers’ Association. He had the look of a man who would be equally at home in a sawmill or a shop that focused on detail-work. He was much like Brownwell in that; the Governor still had the gnarled, scarred hands of the mine foreman he’d been before he’d been chosen for his current position. Lydon hadn’t remained with them for longer than it had taken to show them to this room. “We drove the thing off, but two men were killed and over a dozen hurt, some badly. And you saw the damage it did ere it left.” “My friend didn’t mean to impugn your efforts,” Quellan said. “From what Captain Haran told us, things like that are not uncommon in these mountains.” “It’s a sad loss,” Brownwell said. “He was a good man. Killed by a giant, you said?” “A hill giant, accompanied by four ogres,” Glori said. “They were camped out on the road, waiting in ambush.” After a quick glance at Quellan she added, “There might have been a spellcaster with them, we’re not certain. They had picked a good spot for their attack, and they destroyed the lead wagon, the one carrying the weapons for your garrison.” “Organized, then,” Coop said with a knowing look at Brownwell. “We’d wondered why we hadn’t heard anything from the south of late,” Brownwell said. “We don’t exactly get much traffic here in the Silverpeak, not since the last mining bust, but we get some, even if it’s just the carrier of the King’s post or the odd peddler or trader coming over to sell his wares.” “But you know about the war, right?” Bredan asked. “Aye, though I almost wish we hadn’t,” Brownwell said. “We have enough problems here in the best of times, leaving aside a goblinoid army.” “They’d be there whether or not you’d heard,” Kosk pointed out. “We haven’t seen hide nor hair of any of their kind in the valley,” Coop interjected. “Not that I’m complaining.” “From what we’ve seen, it doesn’t look like you have regular patrols,” Kosk said. Anger flashed on Coop’s face for a moment, but Brownwell restrained him with a raised hand. “It’s true, we haven’t had anything more than a token force stationed here since the silver ran out,” the Governor admitted. “Barely enough to keep the peace, with the sorts of folk who end up here. Some say it was worse during the boom, but thin times bring out their own kind of trouble.” “Such as this monster that afflicts you,” Quellan said. “Have any other settlements been attacked?” “There aren’t that many,” Brownwell said, “Not anymore. But I’ve sent riders to check on the few holdouts who still have claims along the east slope and along the outer edge of the woods. We still have one major mine that’s still running, the Crossed Picks. I’ve notified the miners, though to be honest they’re probably safer there than they are here.” “Thing’s too big to go crawling into a deep shaft,” Coop explained. “When I heard you’d arrived, I thought we might have found salvation,” Brownwell said. “We’d been told there would be significant reinforcements for our garrison with the next shipment of supplies.” “That wasn’t true even before those giants hit us,” Kosk said. “Haran had just a handful of men.” “I don’t know how significant we are, Governor, but we’re at your service,” Quellan said. “We have some, ah, experience with this sort of thing.” “Too much experience, when it comes to volunteering,” Kosk muttered under his breath, but he subsided at a look from the cleric. “Do you know where the creature went, after it attacked you?” Glori asked. Brownwell was about to respond when they heard the sound of boots, a heavy tread, in the hallway outside. The Governor’s House was two stories, and bigger than most in Wildrush, but it was the same type of hasty wooden construction that was typical in the rest of the town, and even the Governor’s boards tended to creak. “Ah,” Brownwell said. “If this is who I think it is, then he might have a better answer to your question.” [/QUOTE]
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