*Legion Activity*
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*The Legion, located since the end of the war in an old tower west of the north-south road between Peltarch and the crossroads, is perhaps less obvious than it once was in it's more visible spot in the midst of old Jiyyd.
The troops have seemed to often avoid the eastlander held road and bridge, but an increasing and strong presence is felt by anyone traveling anywhere west and north of the crossroads.
Rumors abound that guard posts of Legion troops have been set up in and along the wooded pass, near the crossroads, northwards, always west of the regular road, and west of the deep, fast moving stream, all the way up and just past the Legion Tower, and that strong squads patrol this route, up and down.
Questions of bandit reactions loom immediately. Will they claim they own this too? Just how far can they stretch their greedy reach? Will the Legion defend this woodland pass, if pressed?
One rumor has it the Legion let's all "free people" who live in villages and places that allow free travel through their own towns to pass as they wish.
Another rumor states that the Legion charges a toll.
An ex-Jiyydian farmer, now of Norwick, laughingly reckons he would pay a hefty toll to see what happens when the very inexperianced but numerous eastlanders butt heads with the battle hardened, veteran soldiers of the Troff Legion.*
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_Word spreads around, particularly among the refugees of Jiyyd that there will be a pilgrimage to the outskirts of their old home - in rememberance to their fallen. People have been told that they should bring one wax candle, although it is not a requirement and all are welcome to join in the long walk to show pay their respects. It is also explained that animal-fat burning candles are not appropriate to send the correct message.
Most of the time, it is Legionnaires who are talking to people of the pilgrimage, perhaps those with good intentions will spread the word to more distant reaches of Narfell._
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Kresha is seen, armored and crossbow in hand, walking along side caravans as they make their way up the forest path. Her armor and cape are dyed a dark green with bright yellow highlights.
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Mord watches the exchanges quietly, his gray eyes clouded. He then starts pacing off distances within the walls of Norwick, keeping up a low mutter of words in several languages, if overheard. This odd behavior seems to have happened several times in the last month, if someone is there to observe.
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Rumor has it that Colonel Devlin has made it perfectly clear to his guardsmen that the Legion folk are to be treated with the same respect they show. Whether or not this was meant to be a pot-shot, is unknown, but Devlin has always been seen to have a certain respect for specific members of Legion folk.
When asked his opinion, he retorts with a hand on the hilt of his weapon… "Needless harassment is not necessary from anyone, and I'd just as quick flatblade any person flappin' their chops, Legion or Redcloak alike."
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Dietrick frowns when he heard about the conflict between Foilir and the Legion. He shakes his head in a greatly disapproving manner and comments about how the Legion have helped in battles in Norwick's interest many a times, only to receive such undeserving treatment, it is dishonorable to show such ungratefulness on Norwick's part.
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*Rumor's pass along of the Legion Tower recieiving an influx of new aid, including a powerful warrioress late of Norwick, an ex-officer of the town, who has thrown in with the Legion, and is helping to guard the various building parties working along the wooded pass there.
A small but pleasant tent camp is said to have risen outside the tower for newcomers wishing to help, and it is told that the hustle and bustle of legion workers escorted by armored troops can be heard, as wood is cut, stone moved, and various projects take the shape of defensive works.
Word has it that no one in the Legion is paid to keep folks safe. Each and every Legionier, it is rumored, has joined simply to help others less strong than themselves…the innocents of these lands who need protecting from the various threats that lurk about in these times.
Centrally located somewhere between Peltarch and Norwick the Legion Tower, or Hall or Castle, (depending on who is telling the story), seems positioned to offer aid to travelers passing by it's formidable buttresses.
A final and colorful rumor suggests that the Legion's fabled warrior General, Grag, occasionally can be seen passing out free ales to passer-bys along the route, his reportedly otherworldly sized biceps flexing in his Legion black and blues as he tosses out bottles to passing wagoneers and pilgrimaging monks.
The last rumor has various variations, with substitutions of cards bearing his likeness, or 90 lb sacks of free horse feed being tossed mightily out. One lucky monk, arriving at Peltarch, is said to have required medical attention from carrying his grain sack, lacking a steed.
"But such a generous man, and big, like a tree, but much wider!", the temple priest is said to have reported, from his bed, as he recovered.
All in all, a lot of juicy gossip, and much of it, undoubtably true!*
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// -Technically- he didn't post his thoughts, all he stated was "His views on the Legion and how their actions effect others is no secret. " The rest of the post was pretty much non-verbal actions. I think that fits fine in a rumor thread, as he could have been observed doing those non-verbal things, and others can come to their own conclusion, if knowing any of Foilir's previous disposition towards the Legion of course.
Just saying…
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((Easy there, let's not turn this into a flame thread))
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@993920ec47=Herrold:
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General Lyte, passing through Norwick with some Legioniers, notes the sour old windbag lazing about, and hears his unneccesary, evil spirited comments in times when cooperation is needed. She inercepts his filthy coin deftly, batting it quickly away as if it might be diseased.
"Talk about scraping the very bottom of an apple barrel for the rottonest of help. Quantity over quality indeed! Norwick must be sadly desperate in these troubled times."
*She proceeds off with the troops, away from the leperous looking old troublemaker. *
- Raises a brow at the cheap parlor trick by the elf and wonders when she learned how to read minds or dwarven as he didn't share his thoughts with anyone. *
"Feel free teh go back to Jiyyd… Ooooh right... Yeh somewhat of a vagrant dese days.. Quality leadership in action!"
Mock salutes her
"But me would advise yeh against bringin trouble to THIS town... Yeh are as much a band of brigands in me eyes as what yeh call bandits in deh pass.."
- With that he motions to the militia guards to help expedite them out of town *
"Help dese folk move along afore we are all displaced for some tomfoolery they do in the woods... Who knows who dey piss off for wood anna ore. "
//The only cheap parlor trick here is Folir posting his thoughts openly to be read on a rumor thread. What business do they have here?
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- Foilir just nods at the noise and makes a shooing motion. *
Keep movin and stay yer tongue…
- Displays the acquired skills of a long married husband who can tune out the noise from a nagging mate, and just nods smiles and makes the shoo-ing motion *
<d>Nag, nag nag.....</d>
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Telli over hears Foilir as he spits out his sour disposition.…
"Cause yuh kin Telli gonna letcha gits away wid callings us Legion Bandits once....once kin...."
Telli holds up a stumpy finger looking equally displeased with the recent Legion bashing coming their way.
"Next time yuh calls us da sames dems bandits... Telli gonna punch all yer teef out and make Telli a necklace..."
With those words she waddles off with the Legionaries being expedited out of Norwick.
"Funny how loud mouff kin a Telli's neva at da gate defendings its when Telli and da oder Legionaires is....or out huntings dems Drow dats keeps threatenings Norwicks... Funny dat huh."
Telli nudges another Legionnaire as they walk out of town
"Buh yuh juss listen ta his gums flaps... mebbe should boder us more if weren't from some blow hard eh...."
Telli grins wryly waddling out on the expedition for more wood and ore.
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General Lyte, passing through Norwick with some Legioniers, notes the sour old windbag lazing about, and hears his unneccesary, evil spirited comments in times when cooperation is needed. She inercepts his filthy coin deftly, batting it quickly away as if it might be diseased.
"Talk about scraping the very bottom of an apple barrel for the rottonest of help. Quantity over quality indeed! Norwick must be sadly desperate in these troubled times."
*She proceeds off with the troops, away from the leperous looking old troublemaker. *
- Raises a brow at the cheap parlor trick by the elf and wonders when she learned how to read minds or dwarven as he didn't share his thoughts with anyone. *
"Feel free teh go back to Jiyyd… Ooooh right... Yeh somewhat of a vagrant dese days.. Quality leadership in action!"
Mock salutes her
"But me would advise yeh against bringin trouble to THIS town... Yeh are as much a band of brigands in me eyes as what yeh call bandits in deh pass.."
- With that he motions to the militia guards to help expedite them out of town *
"Help dese folk move along afore we are all displaced for some tomfoolery they do in the woods... Who knows who dey piss off for wood anna ore. "
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_When asked about his view on the Legion's business, Yngdír simply states that "opinions are dangerous things to have" at times adding that "our Blueberry has many opinions…" when directed to Darius' comments on recruitment, and goes about his business.
In the Legion Pass, Yngdír has allowed the labourers a days rest after some of the most extensive work on the upcoming fortifications, some of the most ardent decide to continue working, but take shorter shifts and longer breaks - he seems content with the quality of work, and is seen talking with the Legion's officers._
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General Lyte, passing through Norwick with some Legioniers, notes the sour old windbag lazing about, and hears his unneccesary, evil spirited comments in times when cooperation is needed. She inercepts his filthy coin deftly, batting it quickly away as if it might be diseased.
"Talk about scraping the very bottom of an apple barrel for the rottonest of help. Quantity over quality indeed! Norwick must be sadly desperate in these troubled times."
*She proceeds off with the troops, away from the leperous looking old troublemaker. *
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- Foilir watches the various resources get dragged from the woods in the south, through the town and up to the pass in the North.
Slowly tugging his beard he grunts disapproval loudly. His views on the Legion and how their actions effect others is no secret.
He expression does start to change from a frown to a full blown laugh at the comment about "quality over quantity".
He flips the comment maker a coin as a tip for brightening his mood. *
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Ofthen Seen at Norwick gate,travler the road between Peltarch and Norwick or simply listening to people in the commons in Peltarch,Darius "dodger"the latest recruit of the legion gives class of small lores about nature once a week at the Dancing Mermaid inn freely.
For those who'd say the legion is having hard time recruiting he'd answer simply"that's beacause they seek quality over number".
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((The Legion pass is east of the bridge, not west. :oops: ))
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Peltarch Defenders by contrast to the variety of other groups that seem to be in the Pass of late, remain conspiculously absent, even from the northern end of the Pass where before the War they often patrolled. Rumours suggest that due to the city having difficulty with paying its men, recruitment to restore the heavily depleted force is proving difficult for the new elven General.
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From time to time, more often than not, Yngdír is out and about the Legion pass - walking from one end to the other ensuring that the work is progressing and aiding where he can. Whenever things seem to relax, he calls on the labouring Legionnairs to work harder, build it stronger - and to get it done quicker.
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*Wagon loads of wood and ore from the south escorted by strong Legion forces are said to be winding their way north towards the Legion Tower up the Legion Pass west of the eastlander occupied bridge and road. As they move along the tree-lined route, they pass various legion checkpoints, with security seeming very tight.
The checkpoints are not visible from the main road, and it's obvious to anyone walking this woodsy pass that the Legion is doing what it can to remain out of sight and mind of the eastlander bandits, at least, for now.*
