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Message: <blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 2268073" data-attributes="member: 1210">Return to Sritivara10/24/369 O.L.G, 12:20 p.m., SritivaraHortense is inconsolable.  The loss of Ezeekiel has left her a wreck.  When the party puts ashore, she tells them she has to leave.  “I... need some time by myself,” she sobs.  In her eyes, the words she won’t say are emblazoned: he’s gone!Sadly, our heroes watch her go.  They ache for her, and all of them feel the loss of their friend.  “I’m going to get his name tattooed on my arm of dead buddies,” Sandy vows, rubbing the names already tattooed there by Naomi: <s>Dogtooth.  Ethel.  Grulka.</s>While the others secure lodging, Naomi and Federico go to visit the new mayor of Sritivara, the civilized savage half-elf Rhudiveldan.  He is pleased by their report, and he is saddened to hear of the demise of Ezeekiel.  “Ezeekiel Dandybanter was well-known as a staunch member of the resistance.  I understand that without his help- without all of your help- the Zacradosian occupiers might have taken over.  We will not forget him.”“Indeed, I hope not!” exclaims Federico.  “In fact, I suggest that you memorialize him by renaming the town after him!”“It’s brilliant!” Naomi crows.  “Think of it!  The people know he was a hero.”  She adds her own psionic suggestion to reinforce the kobold’s.“Yes- yes, I like it,” the mayor breathes.  “It is brilliant.”The meeting goes on for a few more minutes, during which time the mayor asks our heroes to keep an eye out at a rally the next day.  “I just want to make sure there’s no trouble there,” he says fervently.***10/25/369 O.L.G., 8 a.m.A gull flaps lazily into the sky, then beats its wings industriously until the house it is seeking comes into view.  Smoke is curling out of the chimney, indicating the owner is at home.  Good.  He lands on the sill and squawks.  Monli the druid walks over to him.  He studies the gull for a moment; then he casts speak with animals.  “Good morning,” he says with a smile.“Good morning.  It’s Humphrey.””Ah, you’re back in town.  Good!  You should bring your friends to me, and we’ll confer.  I might even have something you’d be interested in doing for you.  How did things go?”Humphrey summarizes briefly the key contacts the party made further north on Dyshim, then flaps away to get the others.  After they finish breakfast, the party heads cheerfully through the streets.  As they walk, there is a chipper spring in their collective step.  This time, when they left Sritivara, it held together.  Nobody came to conquer it; no major troubles happened. Of course, there is the issue of the damage caused by what has become known as the Bear’s Fire.  The stories vary, but in general they go something like this: a great creature, half-bear and half-shark, rose from the water on a column of water.  It breathed a great gout of flames and shot magical beams from its eyes, igniting the docks, and then the monster went on a rampage through the streets, killing natives and invaders alike.  When they hear bits of that story, our heroes are rather amused, for reasons they keep to themselves.  Soon they reach Monli’s house, where they catch up with the druid, giving him a complete report on their activities, including the death of Ezeekiel.  This sad news causes the druid to sigh and shake his head.  “We may have had our differences,” Monli states, “but he had the good of the people in mind.  He was a good halfling.”Our heroes have a moment of sad silence, thinking of their dead.  From Coco to Brother He, from Mama to Dogtooth... they have lost many of their loved ones.  “Speaking of halflings,” Monli the druid continues, “I have someone here you may be interested in meeting.”Next Time: Meet Brain’s new pc!</blockquote>

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