The Drow War Book One - Chillhame

[Thanee]

Kyalia

Kyalia stands in the background, nodding approvingly, but letting the others talk.

 

[Voadam]

Father Bronson laughs, “Well that is interesting, we don’t often get adventurers around here, I am assuming that is your ‘profession’; please forgive me if I have made the wrong conclusion. I am well aware of the legend, and I can only say that I would wish you luck… but local legend says that the sword is hidden away, and its presence here in Bronce keeps the village safe from evil.”

"The village is safe until the Evil rises again. But that has already begun and dark agents have been sent out across the land. The Sword is necessary to confront the Evil and drive back the Darkness at the heart of this matter. Better to blame the coming Evil, not the restoration of the Sword for misfortunes that fall from evil. Prepare yourself priest, as an agent of a power of Light you will be needed."

 

[Ranger Rick]

Unexplicity, Dolan drops to a knee and silently mouths "amen".

 

[Evil Ujio]

Unexplicity, Dolan drops to a knee and silently mouths "amen".

Father Bronson looks at Dolan for a moment, “Alright,” he turns back to the rest of the speakers, “I hear your plight, but I can’t in good conscious just say yes, this sword if it is here belongs to the village… and the fact it may be under this temple makes things even more complicated. I would like to believe your tale, and your earnest desire to do good; Pelor knows we need more people in this world like that… but this is a decision that should be brought up to the villagers. You have to understand, this won’t just affect me, good sirs, and it will affect the village as a whole. They believe in the legend, and perhaps rightfully so,” the priest finishes.

 

[Ranger Rick]

Dolan reverently says, "Padre, why don't we help with your chores first, than let everyone here find the sword's exact location. This way we can have something in hand besides rumor to show the village."



FYI OOC: When I read Voadam's speal, I was moved. My going to one knee was not a showboat tactic. He really cracked through the cynical veneer. So if the priest did sense motive, he would have found out someone who was moved.

 

[Evil Ujio]

Dolan reverently says, "Padre, why don't we help with your chores first, than let everyone here find the sword's exact location. This way we can have something in hand besides rumor to show the village."



FYI OOC: When I read Voadam's speal, I was moved. My going to one knee was not a showboat tactic. He really cracked through the cynical veneer. So if the priest did sense motive, he would have found out someone who was moved.

Father Bronson nods to Dolan, “Now that sounds like a half right idea, I could use some ‘strong’ hands,” looking over the elves a little dubiously and their smaller stature, “just me here to do all the repairs, so it goes slow with some extra help I could actually get something done for once,” he chuckles.

“Tell you what, you help me with some repairs and we will see about excavating this sword, and then we will present your case before the villagers and see what they decide. I will even throw in a meal of some soup and clean water for lunch; so what do you say to that?” he finishes with a broad smile, extending his hand to Dolan.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Saxon smiled, this was an honest hardworking man serving the people around him in the best way he could. An admirable thing within civilisation.

"I will help," he remarked.

 

[Endur]

"To work, to work, Off to work we go."

 

[Ranger Rick]

Dolan shakes the cleric's outstreached hand, "Please be my guide padre."

 

[Evil Ujio]

Dolan shakes the cleric's outstreached hand, "Please be my guide padre."

Father Bronson smiles, “Well now, hard work is something I can provide!” He gives the adventurers a place to stow any items that will get in the way and then begins handing out assignments; painting the interior walls with fresh paint, repairing the roof, removing the overgrowth and weeds from the grounds, and helping reinforce the structure as a whole.

The work is hard, sweaty, and altogether fruitful by the time lunch arrives the structure looks much better then when the party arrives and many of the passing by villagers take a moment to watch the strangers in their midst put so much work into their meager village with a mixed look of surprise and admiration. Father Bronson is a hard worker and never stops; he isn’t a slave driver of sorts but tries to keep people motivated with jokes and stories.

Working with him the party sees that he knows how to carry himself and he has a sense of presence that he has seen more then most people in this village. The scars on his body and his worldlier demeanor speak of a life that was anything but dull; at least before he came to Bronce.

Father Bronson serves lunch as promised a palatable lamb stew with cups of fresh clean water; he purifies the water himself just to be sure with his divine magic. He then takes a seat, once everyone else is served and starts eating at a small table in a back room of the temple.

He speaks, “I can’t say enough how much help you all have been this day; I will be sad to see you go, cheap labor is hard to find these days,” he chuckles in jest, “but seriously, once we finish here, we will see about unearthing that sword… it should not be too difficult.”