(YBA) Moth travels to Little Peace Town

[Ciaran]

Moth slinks over to the nearest house with lights in its windows, and peers inside. (If none of the nearby houses are lighted, he’ll head north along the path until he finds one.)

 

[Kalanyr]

Moth peaks in the window and sees an old man casually eating a steak with a knife and fork, he looks up and calls out,

"Come in, Come in! Its rare to see a new face around here. What can I do for you ? "

 

[Ciaran]

This old man seems harmless enough, thinks Moth, save for his bloody appetite. Could all the people in this town be werewolves? That would be most unfortunate.

Moth bows to the old man, and enters the house. "I thank you for your offer, honored elder," he says. "But there is little that I might desire, other than such conversation as you might see fit to provide. Would it be inappropriate for me to inquire regarding the history of the town? I know little enough of the subject, and surely an aged gentleman such as yourself would know much of its past. In return, I might offer some news of the world outside, or perhaps a bit of music to lighten your evening."

 

[Kalanyr]

"Ah, yes I can tell you a little about the history of this place, but I suppose you should be more specific as to how far back you wish to go, much has happened in this area and the forest outside it. I welcome your company, I'm sorry I don't have any other food here for you but unexpected visitors are rare around here for some reason."

 

[Ciaran]

"Thank you for your offer of food," Moth politely replies, "but I have already dined, and will not be hungry for some time, except insofar as I hunger for knowledge. And as my knowledge of this place is fragmentary at best, it might behoove us to begin at the beginning. If you would, honored elder, tell me of the beginnings of this place."

 

[Kalanyr]

"Very well then youngling, this town was built around 200 years ago on a place that could be called a possibility node, a place where Light and Dark have met in battle for centuries, it tips in balance from one of these to another as time goes on, in the caverns underneath this town lay many fallen warriors of light and darkness and it is rumoured that the greatest of Light and Dark are arrayed in struggle somewhere here today. But what is knows is that the cycle has repeated itself and that amongst those below lie many of these Greatest, some do not rest easy in the sleep of death, this turn is ruled over by its mayor and his daughter, for some reason she likes the cemetary and can probably be found there at night. This town is the work of the Mayor's ancestors. There are rumours of dark things in this town but I must lay your mind to rest their is nothing of any danger here now, the cycle is in a middle point when neither light nor dark dominate and contrary to any rumours you may have heard there is certainly not 2 demon lords in this town, nor is there a vampire lord, or an ancient lich all of these are merely figments of some bards mind, yes. "

 

[Ciaran]

Moth's head spins with this information. "Fascinating," he says. "I had not heard such rumors, but I shall be sure to discount them should they reach my ear. Now, I believe that you had mentioned something about the forest near the town? And I am also curious as to how this town attained its current name, for it is indeed an unusual one."

 

[Kalanyr]

"Yes, outside the walls and to the east lies the Peacewood Forest, full of perfectly normal animals and the occasional traveller. The town was named Little Peace Town, because its a Peaceful Small Town."

 

[Ciaran]

"I see," Moth replies softly, bringing forth a wooden flute. "Thank you, elder. And now, for my part, what would you hear of me? I can tell you certain travelers' tales I have heard, of war in the lands of Lord Lao, of the adventures of such notables as the elf-priest Monderefal and the warrior Cait Sith, and of the horror that haunts the village of Yin's Mouth. Or if you prefer, I might play a melody or two, in either the Northern, the Imperial, the Provincial or the Xiang-Xia style."

 

[Kalanyr]

"Tell me something of the world outside the walls. What it is I leave to you"