Foul weather
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@db78805014=Speedy_Z_:
*Z continues to work overtime crafting extra heavy cloaks, thick boots, insulated gloves, and toasty-warm clothing to help the good citizens of Norwick to fight off the biting cold.
Every week or so, he heads out with a new shipment of donated goods (including food) - compliments of the Crafters Union.*
///Check the extra tool bin (PS) in the Crafters Union for items that went out to the farmers to help protect against the cold snap.
Z
///I posted this almost 3 months ago and the stuff was still in the PS crate so I'm going to assume this plot has died.
I OOCly trashed the following items which, ICly, would have been given to the Norwick farming community to help protect them from the cold.
15 winter wolf tunics
16 winter wolf cloaks
13 winter wolf boots
41 pairs of gloves
85 foodZ
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_On a subsequent dark night, the Chancellor himself climbs to "Yngdir's Perch" as its been called, clutching a small piece of paper.
A brief conversation takes place, punctuated by a clap on the Ranger's back by a large calloused hand, and the familiar Dwarven grunt of a approval often heard within the proximity of the Lord Chancellor._
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For several nights the grey shape returned, then flew off. One night, during the heavy downpours of a typically Norwickian storm the shape reappears. It stays through to the dawn, tall and green-eyed. Drenched no-doubt, but there he stood, the physical form of Yngdír alive and well. As true as though he'd never even moved.
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_A grey figure stands on the watchtower, although much shorter than the forgotten 'Elf' who once stood there. She is in fact Nímar, the hawk. From her high perch it appears that she too is keeping vigil over the southern land, and the remarkable likeness of her slate-grey feathers to Yngdír's hood and cloak would not pass notice. After only a little while the bird of prey takes a dive past the walls, and skims through the grass near the road - and in mere seconds has won her lunch.
The minutes that pass between her meal and her taking off once again are few, considering the large mass clutched in her talons it's a safe bet that the meal is going elsewhere…_
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Without fuss or fanfare, in fact almost covertly, Marty distrubutes cold weather clothing made from wolf hide amongst those who may need it.
((20 WW tunics ready to be trashed. Need a Dm))
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A giant brute of a man covered in tribal tattoos and wearing a symbol of Auril proudly is often seen on hills or in the forest, praying to Auril against the corruption of her power and praying for Narfell to return to the winter it truly belongs to, so that the cold is in Auril's rightful hand.
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Z is seen loading up a cart with deadwood and heading towards the farmlands of Norwick. He makes multiple trips.
///DMs - The wood is located in the outside storage crates of the Crafters Union - Please grab it before the next reset. Thanks!
Z
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*Z continues to work overtime crafting extra heavy cloaks, thick boots, insulated gloves, and toasty-warm clothing to help the good citizens of Norwick to fight off the biting cold.
Every week or so, he heads out with a new shipment of donated goods (including food) - compliments of the Crafters Union.*
///Check the extra tool bin (PS) in the Crafters Union for items that went out to the farmers to help protect against the cold snap.
Z
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Telli stands atop one of the farmland hills near Chauntea's altar crossing her arms huddled into herself for warmth. The words Caelian spoke echo in her psyche… "You visited me in a dream Telli and warned me to warn you of falling soon like you did before... during the war." As the hot air escaped her breath her expression becomes a trance most mornings mulling over what Caelians omen means. The years since her fall have broughten her so close to Chauntea, yet this omen leaves a bitter taste on her lips like caked blood would a fighter. As the war against the Hungry One continues Telli's demeanor changes and she's often seen much more drawn within herself.
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_The Elf Brendel once again takes up a "patrol" of sorts South. He assists wayward adventurers and locals alike.
Once in awhile, he returns to town with Frost rimming his battered jacket, and eyes alight with youthful vigor; he can then be seen sharing a brazier with various Redcloaks. He shares News from the South, jokes, and reassuring words; whichever seem to be needed the most at the moment.
Always though, he heads back out quickly, as if he does not want to become to familiar with warmth, or comfort. Determined to do what little he can to help._
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@a4bea6eb83=Speedy_Z_:
Z heads to the Norwick craft hall and comes out with several crates and large bags. After loading a large cart with the goods, he's seen whispering a quiet prayer over the cart and goods before shoving off towards the Norwick farmlands.
119 food (mostly winter wolf meat)
17 winter wolf boots (+1 save vs cold)
10 winter wolf cloaks(+1 save vs cold)
16 winter wolf tunics (+1 save vs cold)
39 pairs of gloves
2 mastercrafted white wolf shieldsZ goes from farm to farm delivering the goods to needy families, offering prayers, healing, and Chauntean blessings.
Z
//Food and crafted items disbursed by Z to needy Norwickian families overseen/trashed by DM Mimic
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_The weather continues to deteriorate. From time to time the town now becomes lost in huge clouds of fog that blow in from the woods, so thick one literally can't see one's hand in front of one's face.
Several more deaths and vanishings occur, as townsfolk and hunters freeze to death or simply are swallowed up by the mist, sometimes leaving a bloody shoe or button behind.
The distant echo of drums and hideous screeches can dimly be heard from the far eastern parts of the Rawlinswood, and a dark, snowy overcast now seems to perpetually blanket that entire half of the forest. Several times, Norwick guards spot a hobgoblin or bugbear trying to stagger up to the gates, hands raised; those not shot down only get to the doorstep before falling over dead of exposure and wounds, looks of shock and horror etched on their hideous faces.
THe only part of town that seems unaffected by the frigid gloom is the site of the building shrine to Lathander, which strangely enough during the hours of the day tends to be dappled in an almost warm beam of sun coming through a break in the clouds._
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@8573db712a=Speedy_Z_:
Z comes out of the Norwick craft hall with several crates and large bags. After loading a large cart with the goods, he's seen whispering a quiet prayer over the cart and goods before shoving off towards the Norwick farmlands.
((Goods crafted by Z and Belia over the past week or so. Stored in the Norwick "excess tool bin" for Lager (or any DM) to confirm and then trash for RP purposes.))
94 food (mostly winter wolf meat)
135 pieces of coal12 winter wolf boots (+1 save vs cold)
10 winter wolf cloaks(+1 save vs cold)
16 winter wolf tunics (+1 save vs cold)
39 pairs of gloves))Z goes from farm to farm delivering the goods to needy families, offering prayers, healing, and Chauntean blessings.
///I'm continuing to add goods to the "tool bin". Rather than spamming the thread with more posts, I'm editing this post to until the goods are collected by a DM.
Z
Adds 6 pair of winter wolf boots (18 total) ((Put in crate with everything else)).
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Adriell is seen with some of the refugees, both offering them any needed healing as well offering blessing against the cold, once those run thin, for the children, she is seen purchasing fur cloaks for them to help where she can.
" Auril is not my god, but no one should have to suffer from this act of evil. " she is overheard when asked by one of the little children if Auril sent her to help them.
((trashing 50gp on login tomorrow =p))
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*The Chancellor reminds everyone and spreads the word that refuge can be taken in the Dwarven Hold where there is warmth. People accepting such shelter should bring as much food with them as possible, as the Hold is also low on its stores.
The Great Hall is also always available for everyone should they need safety, warmth, conversation, or all of the above.*
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_The weather suddenly begins to take a definite turn for the worse. Bone-numbing cold grips the town, and cases of frostbite and deaths from exposure spike.
Several people note, uneasily, that all this cold makes them ravenous… as if their bodies are desperately trying to supply enough fuel to keep them warm._
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The window for crops long gone, Telli's shifted her focus around Norwick to guarding the Storehouse and making her patrols around the town to aid the guards in anything needed. From the mundane to the elaborate, no chore is viewed beneath the stout dwarven patronage to Chauntea.
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_For weeks now the weather has held to a cold but uneventful pattern… even the mists seem to have slackened in deadliness, reducing to just chill damp air. At least, when many people are around. There have been disappearances, and rumors...
The raids on the gates, so regular, have dropped to a trickle.
Some hope that perhaps the threat has passed.
Others say that rather, attention has shifted from Norwick to another target... and once that target has been dealt with..._
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Malika watches the speeches and goings on in the town and slowly shakes her head
She mutters softly, "Why wouldn't they listen to us? Those damn elves."
Then she walks back to the woods, holding her cloak tight to her body.
