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Message: <blockquote data-quote="doghead" data-source="post: 2160420" data-attributes="member: 8243">Meanwhile ...Seonaid: [sblock]The departure of Cromwell, and the horse he rode in on, causes no small stir in Killingtom. The council seizes on the opportunity to call another meeting to discuss the mattter. All blown up with their own self importance they talk and talk. They fill the hall with grandious statements like: "Now is the time for a firm hand on the reins", and "The town of Killingtom is looking to us for leadership". Eventually, Garival realises that the town council, desperate to believe that nothing out of the ordinary is happening, is determined to to act that way.But Garival is not so sure. Of course there have been goblin raids before. But the Captain-Commander is a solid soldier. Garival has met him a few times personally, and heard many more stories. Garival doubts that the Captain Commander would be easily panicked into sending a garrison forces to Killingtom if he did not have reason to think this was something maore than a few goblin raids.And then there is the Shaman. Never before have the goblins sought contact before.And then Garival makes a mistake. He realises it almost as soon as the words are out of his mouth: "Let me go after Cromwell. I can leave immediately." This the council will have nothing of. Doing something, Garival realises, would mean admitting something needed to be done. And the council want nothing more than to believe that everything is "under control". They demand that Garival promise not to follow after Cromwell, and he does so.Back at his room, Garvial prepares his gear. It has been too long since I checked the western reaches for wolf and bear signs. Winter is approaching and they will be looking to fatten up before they cold. And the enclosure fences need checking before the snows fall. While I'm at it I should check on the cutting in the western reaches. I'm sure Hadson has been overcutting again. Goblins or no goblins, work needs tending to. Garival doesn't really need to get much ready, but somehow it seems to take just long enough for darkness to have fallen by the time he slips out of the door."Evenin' Master Garival."Fenix emerges from the shadows under an old oak tree. He glances casually at Garival's bag and gear. Fenix was, Garival recalls, at the meeting. Although why Garicval is not sure, he's not on the council. He's not even a resident. Fenix, Garial realises, has a habit of being around."Mighty nice night for a little trip I would say."ooc: OK. You are up. You know what to do. Get yourself out of the town, I'll pick it up from there. Please "sblock" your posts for the moment.[/sblock]khavren: [sblock]Fenix returns after a few days out in the woods and hills around the village to find the place abuzz. The arrival of the Seventh has definately livened things up a bit. A brawl, a whipping, goblin raids and a shaman. And its not over yet, Fenix hears a little later. Cromwell has bolted and the council has called another meeting. Might be worth a look Fenix decides. Of course, he's not a member of the council and not invited. But that has never been a reason to miss something interesting Fenix has found in the past. A word here, a little misdirection there, a bit confidence and voila, Fenix is tucked discretely into a corner of the hall.Killingtom has been good to Fenix. He came up north originally to take advantage of the local's willingness to enter the western forest and the local laws willingness to be convinced to look the other way. But there was more money in Killingtom than Fenix had suspected. Others had also seen the entrepeneurial possibilities of the region and its ameniable law enforcement. Matron Honnis has done rather well out of the lord's enclosures and has become rather partial to Fenix's calming elixia for her "hysteria". Joshua, the village's biggest hauler of goods pays a tidy sum for his "easy weed", which he shares with his friends. And the Reeve pays more than a tidy sum for his elixia of well ... vigor. Of course he has spent more than he should have but  ... well, there is always more to made.The meeting proves most interesting. Garvil leaves shortly after he is refused permission to go out after Cromwell. Fenix needs only a glance to see the mans intentions writ plainly on his face. Fenix is astounded that the council cannot see it. It takes only a moment for Fenix to come to decision. A goblin sharman and magical devices of power. The goblins are legendary brewers and the chance alone to meet a shaman would be worth it. Fenix slips out of the hall and hurries back to his rooms to gather his gear. Fenix has been wanting to head out west ways a bit anyway. There are supposed to be some rather rare herbs and ... whatevers out that way. Now would be as good a time as any, right. It doesn't take Fenix long to gather his stuff and be out again.The lights and noises from within Garival's home tell Fenix that the Landcarl is still within when Fenix arrives outside the Garival's house. Fenix finds a suitably discrete place to sit and watch the door. Garival slips out shortly after nighfall."Evening Master Garival."Fenix steps out of the shadows. A bag hangs on Garvil's shoulder and his leather armour gleems dully under his cloak.""Mighty nice night for a little trip I would say."ooc: OK. You are up. You know what to do. Get yourself out of the town, I'll pick it up from there. Plese "sblock" your posts for the moment.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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