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In the Valus - The Heroes of Marchford (Chapter 14 Continues - 12/24/08)
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<blockquote data-quote="Funeris" data-source="post: 1806010" data-attributes="member: 22792"><p><strong>Chapter 4 - Return to Marchford</strong></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">The trip back to Marchford was wholly uneventful aside from the complaints of the bound captives. But Motega moved beside them and his mere presence or perhaps the act of licking his lips and glaring hungrily at the captives silenced the grumbling.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Once the “Heroes of Marchford” arrived back in town, the group eagerly set upon Sir Eddam to disperse the information and to receive their pay. Once the meeting was completed, Captain Wallach placed the bandits in his custody for transfer to Andoric’s Steps for punishment. And the heroes, or rather information gatherers, split to tend their personal affairs.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">As the group parted, Funeris returned to Sir Eddam and Captain Wallach.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">“Can I help you, boy?” questioned the Captain.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">“Actually, I believe it is the other way around.” Funeris removed his old but durable short bow and handed it to Wallach. “I know this isn’t the best of weapons, but I thought your men may need extra weaponry in the not-so-distant future. And,” Fune reached into his satchel and pulled a third of his pay out, “I don’t need this.” He tossed the excess coinage to the Mayor.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">“I wasn’t injured and it was just an expedition for information. Your coffers need this money more than I do.” Sir Eddam smiled as Funeris turned and headed toward the small church for Morduk.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">***</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">After each of the group bought personal supplies and Funeris donated some money to the church, they met in Oggut’s bar and inn to decide their next step.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">Obrick Humblefoot was devouring his meal, hand over fist, and trying to keep up his conservation with the party. “Anyway,” he paused to imbibe some ale, “I’m more than willing to pay you the 300 princes I promised, but,” he paused again to shove more food in his mouth. “And remember now, mmmumm grummm, I mean I am very appreciative, but perhaps I can make it worth your while to take me back to my home in Andoric’s Steps. I’m not the wealthiest merchant there, but I can definitely afford another 100 princes.” He swallowed, drank, and eyed the group and their disinterested countenances. “Well how about another 200 princes, please?”</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">“We’ll have to discuss it.” Motega stated before motioning for another bottle of ale from Oggut and moving the party minus one Obrick Humblefoot to another table for their discussion.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">Before Motega could say a word, Magnus interrupted and threw out his idea, “Why don’t we return to Llyndofare? We could offer to cleanse the castle and secure the well to prevent anymore of these creatures from escaping. And we could offer to do it for a price. Or, maybe for the castle!” His eyes shined brightly as the dream of owning a castle took hold.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">“Wait.” Nimrodel now spoke. “At least a few of us should travel with this merchant. We could use the coinage. And he needs to make it home in one piece. I think,” paused for emphasis, “he’s insufficient at caring for himself.”</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">After an hour of debate, Nimrodel, Raven, and Ember were chosen to assist Obrick in his return to Andoric’s Steps. The remainder of the party would ask Sir Eddam about Llyndofare.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">***</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">With, the party divided, Magnus led the assault upon Sir Eddam for money for a cleansing. As they approached, a rider thundered into town and stopped in front of the Mayor.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">“What is it?” Eddam questioned the panting, terrified rider.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">“There’s been an attack.” The rider paused to quench his thirst and speak louder. “Dun Beric was attacked last night.”</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">“Have they fallen?” Wallach demanded. “Who attacked? Spit it out.”</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">“Dwarves…with black skin. Hundreds of them.”</span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
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