3. Public Address

Public Address


  • Several times over the day, Norwick Herald D'Cameron blows a fanfare on a trumpet and speaks to the crowd:

    _Hear ye, Hear ye! In the name of the Realm of Norwick, hearken!

    The Honourable Lord Dwin Dolvak, by grace of the gods Chancellor of Norwick and Protector of the Southern Nars, shall address the people tonight at dusk! All should attend and hear. Until then, put no trust in rumors, slanders, or fear-monger's gossip… only what you are told by legitimate authority.

    Norwick expects every citizen to do their duty in these trying times!_

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    Horbag comes to town wearing a dark chain insted of her usual red armour. Dumping a bunch of bags she speaks

    Dis foods from da Rats and Bats. Eats ands bes strongsis. Dem dat bashes mes Sisters Wren is goings pays…...


  • In the days to follow, Telli carts a wagon behind her with Mr Porky looking for Dwin.

    Broughts a fresh shipments a bears meat fer yuhs guys… Heard der supplies got tainted.

    she clasps his shoulder and less vocally hands him a small satchel of gold and potions.

    Case yers guys needs anytings, and yuhs feelings da stress a da war.

    ((Remind me next time your in game and I'll pass along the things she gives.))


  • Mord nods to the guard to carry out their instructions on those in the crowd getting physical in their protests. The order for the day is to move on any trouble makers with a strong presence and the least amount of violence possible. They are surrounded and hearded by guards to the edge of the crowd but not physically harmed, unless they resist. As for the more vocal ones in the crowd, both for and against the speech, he murmurs descriptions and names softly to a guard next to him, who is unobtrusively writing a list.

    Mord looks at the Chancellor and steps up in front of the box and looks silently on the crowd. He finally begins to speak, his voice hoarse and rough We are a free people and with that freedom comes a heavy responsibility by all citizens. He pauses a moment Freedom offers choice and choices must be carefully weighed. The Chancellors choices are heavy but so are yers. Listen to yer Chancellor and come and speak yer concerns to him and his advisors, for uninfomed choices can lead to uninformed decisions and that leads to ruin.

    Look to the red cloaks standin with ye, they have made choices in the past and will in the future. Most ye have known all yer lives, some are not here today for their choice was our freedom and they paid the price in their blood and sweat. Can ye look at yerself and say I will make that choice, every day? Ye grow the food yer fellows eat, ye harvest lumber to sell to make yer freedom more comfortable, ye cook for travellers to make their stay more memorable and bring prosperity to our town. All choices and great ones no matter how large or small.

    Mord sighs then suddenly starts pointing and naming people in the crowd I stood watch with yer son on the battlement at the south ruins afore the last war. point I saw ye evacuatin yer neighbors children as the old town burned. points I saw ye carryin water to the troops on the walls during a battle. points I saw ye helping Tristina care for me wounded men. point and points and points and is silent a moment

    So today we stand here using words to shield all from a new weapon and we need that aid again. Words are being used to wound and start fires. We need ye as we needed ye in the past. Make yer choices and treat the wounds, put out the fires, tend the young. Our freedom is at stake and our foe is cunning…but not invincible.

    Runs a long gaze over the crowd then snaps a fist to his chest in salute, the steel gauntlet a dull ring on his plate


  • Militia recruit Sela looks to her commander, Mord Cabro, for instructions. He nods, and she moves towards the offending pooh-flinger with a grim look on her face, as other fellow militia also close in on the fellow.

    PapaD


  • At the horse-turd event, Dwin gives Mord an all-knowing look so that someone has a chat with the horse-turd-tosser. The kind of quiet "chat" that Mord and his people do well.

    Dwin Holds up a hand to quiet the crowd

    There are many rumors of "who" has been arrested. I can assure you that Tristina is not amongst them! I can also tell you that Lana is merely assisting us with this investigation. Once we have completed our investigation, which will be soon, we will post the names of the traitors, may their gods help them at that point!

    In the meantime, we are a realm at war. We will not tolerate disobedience within these walls, and you people should understand that. As an example, flinging horse dung at one another is a quick way to spend a night in the klink.

    Give myself and my staff your trust, and we will solve the issues around these traitors.

    Mord and his men need your support–especially now that their food supplies are gone. What none of us need is to spend more time patrolling INSIDE these walls.

    This is a time to rally together! Not to push apart! i have no doubt NORWICK WILL BE VICTORIOUS! But if you let these rumors get to you then this Fur-ball can likewise declare a victory. DO YOU WANT THAT, NORWICK?


  • Aramuil stands behind Dwin, observing the crowd carefully; though a smile graces his lips at times and a frown graces his brow at others, he seems to primarily be focused on observing the crowd.


  • _Several people cheer, though the cheer is rather ragged in places. Some stand silent, casting worried glances at their friends. Others talk to the person next to them, starting a low, concerned murmur that fills the air.

    One man, obviously drunk, starts chanting, "LET'S GO NOR-WICK" over and over before being shushed.

    Someone towards the rear of the crowd yells, "FREE LANA!" The murmurs turn angry, and shouts rise of "Shut up you daft maggot, Lord Dwin'll hang that traitor!" "Down with Furball lovers!" and "Death to the spies!"

    "Free the Norwick Seven! Free Tristina!" two other people yell, but this seems a decidely minority sentiment, at least among people willing to air it. Some of the quieter citizens start to slip away. A lumberman bends, picks up a horse turd from the street, and hurls it at the man supporting Lana._


  • _As the afternoon shadows grow long and the noise of crickets and other evening-insects fill the air, Dwin and his senior Militia officers, advisers, and a group of guards climb the Hill that overlooks the center of town.

    The chancellor is flanked by the bodyguard in a gold cloak known as "Farly" and a number of other surly looking Dwarves that have been seen recently patrolling the northern and southern gates.

    He takes a spot on the hill, and appears to step up on something to give him a bit more height. The dwarves carefully form a wall in front of him. His advisers likewise stand with him in an orderly line facing the crowd.

    Dwin raises his hands to quell the noise of the talkative crowd. Once the noise diminishes, he begins to speak._

    FELLOW CITIZENS OF NORWICK!

    My thanks to you all for taking the time to come listen to me on this day. I promise you I will not be long-winded, and that i will not waste your time.

    There have been vicious rumors circulating lately which I can say with all honesty, are nothing but long tales meant to foster fear …and confusion... by those who would wish to see Norwick fall.

    Yes, we once again are facing a threat from the Bugbears. Many of you still bear the scars, both physical and emotional, from our last war with the Fur-balls. We survived that war, and we will survive this one.

    This time, the fur-balls have taken a different tactic... a despicable plan of sabotage and bribery!

    Of the many rumors you have no doubt heard, one is true. Our ex-herald Fendon was working for the Fur-balls --as a spy-- and has been killed for his treachery. He managed to do some damage first, though. Our Militia food storage was poisoned, and he managed to blacken the hearts of a small group of fellow citizens.

    Again, you may have heard rumors of arrests. We have proof that Fendon was working with an internal network that could have done even serious damage to the Realm if it had gone unchecked. We are questioning all of these folks now. As I am sure most of you would hope and desire, these traitors will be dealt with in a very serious way. We have all fought too hard for Norwick to let a few greedy turncoats take it away from us.

    If anything, our discovery that Fendon was working against us and his fight-to-the-death once we approached him was a hard blow to our enemy. We are on to this Fur-Ball Fool of a King, and we won't stop until he's dead.

    Anything else you've heard... banning or arrests of druids, beatings of Legionnaires... all false. This enemy is of a new breed... smarter than most of his kind he knows that starting rumors like he has can suffocate us if not properly dealt with. Our friend Jerrick of the Druidic Circle and Legion, for example, is not and has never been arrested. Another rumor!

    In fact, we are working closely with all of our allies to defeat this foe. Such cooperation that hasn't been seen in years... a fine model for the future!

    From this day onward, we will give regular reports from the Great Hall. My NEW Herald, D'Cameron Dwin gestures to D'Cameron will read a regular update on the war against the Fur-Balls, and any other important business. I urge you all to listen to ONLY this report. I also urge you to come speak to me or my advisers if you hear of any other stories or tales before believing them. Again, we are up against more than just an axe-swinging bugbear, Norwickians. This one seems to have half-a-brain! brief friendly smile

    We are Norwick! fist to chest, Militia style salute We have triumphed over more difficult foes than this in the past, and I am sure that this one has seen his last days!

    We are Norwick, and we must stand together to defend ourselves! Our Militia is always in need of good , strong Norwick men to fill its ranks. Don't waste your energy fighting amongst yourselves! If you'd like to join up and be part of our victory, then come see us in the Great Hall... We'll fit a red cloak to you as soon as you do!

    Thank you all for your time! Unless any of my advisers have anything to add, we will adjourn. remember, if you hear anything odd or frightful, please come check with us first before you take it seriously. LONG LIVE NORWICK!

    Dwin once more gives the fist-to-chest salute of the Militia to the crowd and then raises both arms to the air in a triumphant stance


  • _Citizens mill about to hear Dwin talk; many seem worried, some seem angry, a few are obviously trying not to draw attention to themselves.

    Occasional shouts of "HANG THE TRAITORS!" and "BURN THE DRUIDS!" clash with yells of "NO MORE COUPS!" and "FREE LANA! FREE JERRICK!"

    Twice fistfights erupt and have to be broken up by the Militia._


  • Several Norwick scouts take up positions on the hills that surround the great hall, and actively scan the area and any commoners that come to hear the speech

    A red cloacked guard places a small crate on the hill, pauses, moves it about six inches forward, shrugs, and then returns to the barracks.