Hewligan's Rise of the Runelords: The Skinsaw Murders

Jokad smiles wolfishly.

"Gladly," is his only reply.



OOC: I'll will be out of computer service until late tomorrow. Please NPC Jokad as needed until then.
 

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Over three dozen farmsteads dot the fields and vales southeast of Sandpoint, the furthest being some six miles from town. Farms to the east and north have heard stories of the trouble to the south, but it’s not until you all move south of Ashen Rise and approach Soggy River that the rumors turn into firsthand accounts.

The news of walking scarecrows seems to have spreads quickly through the farmlands, as you cross south of the Ashen rise you pass various farms on the way. You find the normally friendly locals unwilling to chat much with visitors. Some dismiss you with a gruff wave, or make a point of walking inside. One or two stop to share a quick word, but their nervous eyes, constantly scanning the horizon, suggests just how frayed their nerves are.

Farmer Grump stops at one farm in particular, asking you to hold back. He speaks through a crack in the door, before coming over and ushering you forward.

"Farmer Woldrack here will provide you with a quick meal. I will join you for a bit, but soon I need to head home." his eyes dart up to the sky. It is still light, but the day has only a few hours left in it. "Before it gets dark! he finishes, as if you didn't realise.

Farmer Woldrack ushers you in. A middle aged man, heavily scarred, with peppered hair and sad eyes. His wife, a younger woman, pretty in her simplicity, smiles warmly. Two small children play at her feet.

There is a simple table, and the farmer ushers you towards it.

OOC: Please feel free to ask questions of the farmer. He lives quite near the scene of the murders. Then we take things forward after that.
 

"Blessings of the Dawn be upon you and your family, Master Woldrack," says Danth, offering a nod and handshake in greeting. "We thank you for your hospitality," he continues, smiling, as he sits down at the table.

"I'm sure Master Grump has explained our presence here to you. We are investigating the murders, as well as the other strange things we've heard tale of recently...while I realize this is hardly appropriate talk for the table, I'm afraid we have little time. What can you tell us? What have you seen, or heard for that matter?"
 

Jokad ducks beneath the lintel and enters the small cabin. The cozy simplicity is nice but this was not a place for weapons and war harness. He immediately felt crude and boorish. A simple 'hello' was all he could manage.

He tried to look as non-threatening as possible and decided to let Danth do the talking. He had no idea how to act around low-lander children and his discomfort was obvious.
 

Jovik gives a hand shake to Farmer Woldrack as he enters. These people were very similar to those up north, farmers just trying to survive amidst a harsh world.

Jovik steps inside and kneels down next tot he children. He magically pulls a silver coin from each of their ears, then sends each coins spinning on the floor for a long time as the children watch the glittering coins spin and dance on the floor. As the fall, Joivk hands a coin to each child before heading over to the fireplace.
 

Farmer Woldrack takes each of your hands in turn, and then sits himself at the table. As his wife dishes up bowls of freshly made vegetable soup, and takes a loaf of warm bread from the over, the kids excitedly hurry to their places near their father, their small hands holding their silvers like precious jewels.

"I don't know what you boys are expecting, but it is madness down here. I lost three sheep today. I have the rest locked in the barn now, but in truth I fear that will just draw these ... things ... closer. They walk like men, look like men, but they are not. They are cursed things. Things of the night."

His eyes take in his children, as if conscious not to scare them.

"You need to head south from here. Follow the cart trail - it is quite visible. When you hit the gate here, hang left down the hill and follow it. The hedges are high, so just follow it along. You will pass Crinkle Stream Farm ... it is a dead place now. Old Farmer Wilson and his wife have been taken. The horses dead. The sheep dead. The chickens dead. Pass it by, and then take the right branch after that. That will take you to Hambley Farm. We think that is where these things are staying. It is only 2 miles from here. I fear for my family."

He leans forward, over his steaming soup.

"I fear we are next!"

Farmer Grump shortly makes his apologies and heads off east. The day is drawing short. Before long it will be dark.
 

Farmer Grump shortly makes his apologies and heads off east. The day is drawing short. Before long it will be dark.

Jokad uses this moment to break his silence.

"We best be going too. We need the daylight to follow the landmarks.... and the fighting is easier too."
 


Finishing his meal, Danth nods his thanks to Farmer Woldrack and his wife. "A fine, hearty meal. You have our thanks for your hospitality." The cleric's smiles turns to a frown as he continues. "Once we leave here, I advise that you barricade yourselves in your home; do not open the door, regardless of what you hear. You have my promise that my companions and I will do what we can to end this threat. Until we know what we face, though, I can not guarantee our success."

Danth looks about to his companions as they finish their own meals. "We should be on our way before nightfall. While I have the torch we gained in Thistletop to light our way, I'd feel most comfortable facing our foe in daylight."
 

The man sits at the table, his kids balanced on his knees, with the crooks of his strong arms holding them up. He shares his meal with them, dipping large chunks of warm bread into the simple soup, and sharing it between them. He listens to you all chat quietly between yourselves, and then, when Danth finishes speaking he offers a shake of the head.

"The days are not yet over-long. You have perhaps two hours before the veil of night falls upon us, but when it gets dark out here it gets very dark. It is a cloudy day, so you won't even get the moon light. I am not sure you want to be going up against these things in the dark. I guess you can make it there in an hour, if you leave now, but that will give you very little time to search ... and secure the place. And then what? Are you going to sit out a cold night in that carnal house?

Stay here tonight. There is plenty place on the floor. Our windows are shuttered, our hearth is warm. I am up at the first light for the animals. I can guide you then, take you .. most of the way. Don't go trying to fight them on their terms.
"

He nods for his wife to take the kids into the other room. When the door is shut he sighs heavily and clasps his hands on the table before you.

"The truth is, I am scared for my family. They are near. They are bold. This morning I could smell them on the farm. I think they have been scouting us out. And then we found the animal carcasses. I would go to Sandpoint, but my wife and I don't have 2 coppers to rub together, and anyway, THIS is our life.

He stretches his hands as if to indicate the simple farm room.

"Stay the night."

His lowers his eyes, as if in shame.
 

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