Foul weather
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_The weather gets still worse, and now strange attacks begin… undead animals attacking travelers in the wood and on the roads, and dead, frozen guards being hurled into town only to rise as zombies.
The local farmers are getting noticeably anxious._
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_After staying in the office of the Chancellor for some hours, Meye has seen to come out escorted by dwarven guard.
The dwarf escorts Meye to the north gate of the town.
With faint, comfortable or even a bit arrogant, smile on her face she lays icy gaze of her cold blue eyes to those who look at her on her way to the north gate._
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Danika has become an even rarer sight in town since the snows began. She's seen only on the paths between the south gate, the infirmary, the barracks, and back south again. When she returns to town a few days later, she is always weary-eyed from exhaustion and often injured.
Whenever she hears word of the woman speaking for the Frostmaiden, Danika absently clutches her necklace of ice-like glass shards.
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_Another dwarf watches the armored dwarf and the female walk away. Reacting to some sign that was meant only for him, the dwarf puts down his ale and gets up slowly.
Nodding to the guards and the commoners he passes, he follows them, keeping a safe distance from the two._
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Dwarf finds Meye talking to local people. Meye turns gaze of her sapphire eyes to the dwarf. Then a faint smile flashes in her face as she talks to dwarf
I see that even the wall of the greateste leaders cannot keep out the cold whispers that northern nights carry. Chancellor has heard the whispers, has he not?
She turns to people she was talking to and gives them slow nod
Thy have heard the warnings of the Icedawn I bringeth thee. I suggest thee to fall in thy prayers, before thy be praying them by coldened bodies of thy own children.
she turns to dwarf again
Now we may go.
Those nearby can hear Meye talking to dwarf all the way to the office with soft tone of voice. It seems like discussion considers about how cold such a fine armor can get in freezing blizzard and how ice cold armor can burn it's way through flesh severing limbs like a warm knife cuts the butter.
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*a dwarf in a gold cloak and full armor asks Meye to accompany him to the Chancellor's office immediately. He makes it pretty clear that the only acceptable answer is "yes". *
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_Perhaps as a macabre joke, a squad of tainted goblinoids sets up a catapult south of Norwick and for some time bombards the town with the frozen corpses of Norwick cattle killed in the blizzards. The cows, after landing with the sickening thud of dead meat, proceeded to rise as zombies and attack the citizenry.
Finally a group of adventurers sallied out the gates and destroyed the cow-hurling trebucket._
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_The young woman apparently is called Meye Spark.
Meye seems to keep spreading word of the Frostmaiden very actively. However, she does not make very loud noise out of herself, and does not bring out any physical threats. More likely she seem to look for common folk to discuss with, mostly humans that seem by their looks to have bloodline in the Narfell for long time.
Often she is heard asking people questions of if they remember when they ended serving One whose doorstep they live in. When did they trade the One who rules northern lands to ones brought here by those whose bloodline lies elsewhere._
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Dwin hears the loony bird speak, and nods to two of his guards to keep an eye on her, and to offer her a night in the "Norwick Hotel" if she acts up.
This weather's bringin all the kooks out…
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_With a riverboat from Peltarch arrives a young woman, dressed in icy white and blue. Her frosty white hair falls long under her shoulders and her eyes sparkle like two blue sapphires. See carries a symbol of snowflake in her silvery necklace.
She goes around Norwick, seemingly pleasant of any marks of cold she finds. With soft words she keeps telling warnings to the commoners_
Beholde thee citizens of this town of the Norwick! Beholde, as the Icedawn has made her presence clear!
Thee be livinge in the borders of the greate ices and still many of thee has come strangers with thy land and pay not respects to the Frostmaiden!
Beholde thee! Be woken up! The Icedawn is coming and will turne the lands into ice. Be afraide those who sees the marks of Her ands not turn towards Her grace and beg for Her mercy!
Her mark will come soon. See it in land, see it in river that soon will be covered into blessed ice. Witness it, and falleth thee on thy knees in front of Her almighty!
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((gone till Friday… We leave tomorrow morning. I'll use this as a placeholder unless folks start replying like crazy.... in which I'll just have this removed.))
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Some days afterwards, Norwick Herald D'Cameron addresses the crowd:
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By order of Lord Dolvak, all farmers and ranchers are to consult with Priestess Telli of Chauntea about ways to mitigate the effects of bad weather on Norwick's ever-bountiful harvest. Lord Dolvak is sure that the Lady of Grain shall not forsake her faithful in their potential time of need, and as a token of his confidence shall be making a special donative to Her causes.
Bad weather is to be expected as far north as we are, and certainly this is nothing compared to those life-draining fogs we got in the old town, so let us all 'buck up' and 'soldier on' to bring in yet another record crop, even in the face of uncooperative nature.
