Foul weather
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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.
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When Scout Brendel is in Town, he can still be seen touring the watch posts, sharing a joke, or the latest news from the Rawlins with the other Militia.
Though he sees any Dark looks passed his way, and most certainly hears any angered murmurs; he leaves them unaddressed. He will not let racism born of ignorance goad him from his duty.
…although he can be seen questioning any elves he meets in the area about any "incident" concerning a burning Temple.
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Telli watches from the distance sighing audibly as steam billows from her nostrils into the chilled air. Once she catches the familiar Z walking off towards the crafting hall she waddles after him to offer aid handing out supplies and offering blessings to those homes they stop by, attempting to bolster Chauntea's grace further. Much jubilation is felt as more food is plucked from the fridged climates each day. One might speculate just how many more crops will survive this winter rush before the cold claims the crops for the season. To any concerned farmers, children, or passerby Telli's quick to smile and mutter the following.
"Wull spread it out so it'll lasts… don'ts yuh folks worry... wull be smartedededs and store whats we can fer how longededs we cans... wull starts jarrings and preservings whats we cans toos so we gottededs somes a dese boons a Chauntea in da late winter months!
Do yuhs parts ta helpedededs Norwick... pass da word ta families ta only takedededs whatcha cans ta feeds yuhs family fer dats day fer nows... No wastings whatcha buys eders pleases! Makededs ems kids eats ems brussel sprouts and peas and dems ones dey nots likedededs so much. Dough... wid a hungry belly I betcha not be so big prollem.
Worry nots folks... Chauntea blessings dese crops...and da folks dats workings ems and will be providededs ems… Some mights claimededs Chauntea juss carededs abouts aminals ands crops... buh dats sillies... she caredededs abouts da workers, and da folks dats fed by her servants worn hands toos!
Member ta stoppedededs by da storehouses each mornings fer yuhs supplies fer da days okee..."
The following morning Telli stretches as she rises just before daybreak. Knowing the long day at hand she waddles across Norwicks dirt roads to the storehouse set up by Dwin and drags along her Legionaries whom accompanied her there. As the two work with those provided by Dwin and ultimately Norwick at the enterance. Telli waddles into the back and sighs as she looks at the small portions harvested so far. She begins whispering blessings to Chauntea as she stuffs simple carrots and peas and cabbage into crates along with other mundane vegetables and a few fruits as well.
@896841083e:
Create Food and Water
Conjuration (Creation)
Level: Clr 3
Components: V, S
Casting Time: 10 minutes
Range: Close (25 ft. + 5 ft./2 levels)
Effect: Food and water to sustain three humans or one horse/level for 24 hours
Duration: 24 hours; see text
Saving Throw: None
Spell Resistance: NoThe food that this spell creates is simple fare of your choice—highly nourishing, if rather bland. Food so created decays and becomes inedible within 24 hours, although it can be kept fresh for another 24 hours by casting a purify food and drink spell on it. The water created by this spell is just like clean rain water, and it doesn’t go bad as the food does.
As Telli waddles out to hand the crates to one of the Legionaires or Norwick guards lending aid, she's quick to remind them to let each family needing a crate to know the following.
_"Somes a da crops ain't do so goods in dis weader so… makededs sures yuhs heed Telli's advice froms afore eh? Juss takedededs whatcha needededs ta feed yer house and yer house alones okee... and eats everytings yuhs takedededs... don'ts be wastefuls nows... will deny da food ta some'un dats needededs its... if der little bit dats not finishedededs... dumps da remainders in da trash. Buh...try eat all yuh cans... when nights comedededs and afore yuhs go ta bed... dump whatcha gots lefts in da trash....and comededes backs ta da Storehouse fer yuh next mornings batch.
Telli repeats this job each day for the next following weeks. Blessings of food to provide for the day and the rest of the days spent jarring and storing the fresh crops they were able to pluck so far from the fridged ground.
((I'll check next time I'm in game, but Telli can cast create food several times I believe to a total of 259 people fed in a day through this method. I'll strip any spells from my 3rd circle selections for a while… They should be blank and any DM's are welcome to check my spell selections if they can to make sure my spells match my posting here.))_
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_Oddly enough, few of the commoners seem in a mood to praise the cold. Meye's oration gets a few dark looks and some muttering, particularly among the farmers.
Others seem rather frightened and willing to praise Auril if that's what it takes to get the weather to improve.
Rumor now begins to swirl that the current downturn is the result of an elf setting fire to an Aurilite church and burning the priests alive. Some dismiss this as exaggeration or myth, others say they heard it confirmed by someone who knew someone who was there. Regardless, some of the locals are now starting to give elves unfriendly looks in the street as they hurry through the chill air._
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After his delivery, Z is seen heading towards the Great Hall to request a one-on-one meeting with the Chancellor.
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Z shakes his head and says nothing, but it is evident that he does not approve of the Aurilian priestess or her words.
I been away far too long…
He 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.
((Goods crafted by Z and Belia over the past week or so. Stored in the Norwick "excess tool bin" for Lager (or any DM).
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
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The Chancellor watches the Aurilian speeches and retorts closely, flanked by several guards. Though he says nothing, he seems to show more displeasure when people speak against the Aurilite allies, than those who speak favorably.
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A disgruntled Wog stands quietly while Meye speaks with a few of the Kelemvorites before muttering to them, those close by here..
"Yeah.. That makes sense, lets praise the god thats ruining Norwicks food supply, crops, peoples lives… Why not invite the Banites and Sharens here to, they can join in with here"
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Meye Spark has seemed to be missing for bit over week when she arrives back to town from the south. With her, Meye brings the willing Aurilians who have been camping by the cave, gathers together the Aurilians who have arrived to Norwick and has a speech for them
My companions in faith!
I calleth thee in name of Saukuruk!
In name of the Icedawn!
In name of the Auril!
Truly are we blessed now with cold, and praised should be Her name as source for all the ice She truly is!
Lets her eyes wander in audience - trying to reach eye contact with as many as possible
Praised be Her name and ice that purifies!
But for now we also need to remember that it is our enemy whom uses Her cold and ice against this town. Against this town that has turned to beg Her help by starting to build Her a shrine.
We praise this cold that originates from Her might, but as it is used by our enemy, we shalle not let it harm our allies. Thy areth to not fight against cold, and She does not care of fields or animals blessed by Chauntea, not if they liveth or die. She cares of the people of Norwick whom turned to Her in this war. She cares for protectors of this town.
Thee haveth answered to Her call, which truly is mightiest of the call.
Thee haveth answered for breeze of winter, cometh for the ice that purifies! Let the ice purify, but also keep our allies safe from it.
Each and everyone of yhee knows more of the cold and ice than others in nearby lands. Let us take that as our advantage. Let us protect the people of this town from harm caused by Her might that our enemies are trying to use on their side now.
Let us praise the cold that has arrived! Let us praise it!
But let us ensure it does not harm those whom fight on our side.
All of thee areth to act, each and everyone. All of thee whom claim to be faithful for Her.
After that Meye can be seen to leave by the both gates, going through guards on duty and offering them blessings of Auril to keep them safe from the cold. She also seems to expect other Aurilians join her in these duties by any means they are capable of.
(( take 10 with persuade for NPCs, should give persuade check of 30))
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_Over the past week it has grown steadily, and noticeably colder. Houses develop odd chinks and drafts, and those animals who stray out of the Chauntea-sanctified areas are found frozen to death in the morning.
Three citizens die of exposure, and several guards with night shifts are forced to report to Tristina to have frostbite healed.
There is much speculation about what could have caused the sudden drop, and many prayers to numerous gods that things will improve, or at least not continue to get worse._
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Dwin nods to Devlin and points at the Grey Blades
See that they are used well, they have good blade-skills and should be used to guard the gates.
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::The Grey Blade soldiers stand at attention outside the Great Hall, obviously waiting for Dwin to give them orders::
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_Armour can be heard clanging up & down the streets of Norwick. Grumbles might also be heard to accommodate. Pugor Henken, Private of the Troff Legion, walks up & down the roads, mumbling to himself about the current inactivity.
It's never his way to question the orders of his superiors…and he would never act without their guidance. But on many a night, Private Henken can be seen sitting near the campfire, angrily sharpening his favored greataxe.
"Hrrr.....cain't wait t' smash some bugbear skulls....."
After being given orders from his superior officers, Pugor stands, ever vigilant, itching for the chance to blunt the blade of his axe, just for the joy of cleaning & sharpening it again._
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The long lasting figure of grey that once stood upon the southern watchtower for impossibly long periods of time and remain unmoved as though carved in stone, has disappeared. As night fell on Norwick and the region entered the black hours of night Yngdír left. Perhaps no-one watched him leave to see him swallowed by the darkness as though by magic, perhaps he will not be missed. In his usual fashion he said few words before his departure, except to General Lyte of the Legion - with whom he had exchanged some Elven words.
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Belma'r has paused his adventuring to stay and be ready to defend norwick. No more trips to the Underdark or even Peltarch. The only place he will go is to attack the gohst woods or the Bugbear camp with the elven banshees. He's always on hand for the attacks of the mist killing what he can to protect his longtime home.
