Surface Tension
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_The plague of rats and the odd spells of darkness were bad enough. The rumours of a lich and occasional undead assault didn't help.
But the month of seemingly weekly major attacks on the gates by goblinoids is starting to take its toll. Guards seem tired, a little less eager to take their rounds on the walls. Townfolk speak in hushed voices. A few of the more timid even pack up and depart for Peltarch.
Nobody is sure what lies ahead. The name of the Bugbear King is on many lips, though…_
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Calendel, with the recent calm, has been spending less time at the gates providing healing and more time with the Farmers in their fields placing blessings upon their crops and livestock and sharing idle chat reaquainting himself with the day to day concerns of the community.
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_And with an odd suddenness, the pressure eases and the weekly attacks stop, returning to the more familiar occasional raid by goblins.
Some people say the bugbears have had a falling out. Others say that the attacks were just a test of Norwick's strength, and Norwick proved too strong a nut to crack. Regardless, the peace at the gates is welcomed, and the families who fled start to trickle back._
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Ardent was seemingly past the ability to get stressed over gate attacks. It was an odd thing, ever since she had been released from the dark hole of the prison, this kind of fighting seemed to bring her life rather than weariness. Her eyes still watched the gate but with dread replaced by anticipation, hand occasionally tightening on her dark short bow.
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Lately María can be seen more often offering her aid to those defending the gates, be it with her presence or by casting some defensive spells and then leaving to the keep.
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_Shouts and screams ring out at the entry to the Great Hall itself; this time not due to bugbears or goblins, but humans wearing the colors of N'Jast. By the time the last of the bodies is carted away, a cold fear has spread through the town.
Some say the raiders were out to kill Biswan. Some say they succeeded. Others say they were after an artifact from the war. Still others say that they weren't N'Jast soldiers at all, and that this is some kind of trick.
Whatever the truth, a few more families leave town the next morning._
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After the greenskin attack was repelled and the field cleared, the red haired bardess Val Kyrie was seen walking around outside the defenses with Thorn and a blonde haired warrioress, discussing possible new layers of defence to help improve the situation. Curving stone walls, a two layered defense, and a killing ground with clear line of sight for archers seems to be her goal.
A lurking, thickset elf smirks and chuckles to himself.
"I hope you have better luck than I did", he thinks.
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After the greenskin attack was repelled and the field cleared, the red haired bardess Val Kyrie was seen walking around outside the defenses with Thorn and a blonde haired warrioress, discussing possible new layers of defence to help improve the situation. Curving stone walls, a two layered defense, and a killing ground with clear line of sight for archers seems to be her goal.
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More attacks and more attacks. Burning balls of fire were seen rising up into the sky and crashing down hard on the southern gates of norwick! The attack was repelled with great effort and whats more? The fruit basket had been taken!
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_The Elvemancer Sirion remains a stoic constant throught all this, seemingly unperturbed by the death and mayhem around him. With his screaming bleedstick, when he orders a bugbear to stop, it stops, or occasionally you find he's immolated a mass of them then goes back to generally being the worst romantic interest ever.
Occassionally he'll make a joke, but you'll almost never get it._
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Calendel, having just recently returned to Norwick wanders the town reacquainting himself with all the changes. When noticing weary guards he pauses and overs blessings of Chauntea, hot teas, or warm breads to lift their spirits or at least to provide a little comfort.
"Perhaps it is time to meet the new Chancellor and soon make my way to the Troff Legion Hall to explain my absence and see if they are still interested in my services…" Calendel wonders to himself...
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Danika extends her usual quiet rounds to sidle up next to weary guards and offer them each an apple. Smiling brightly whether they accept or decline, she lingers beside them for a moment before silently moving on.
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One certain elf seems to be taking things in an odd stride. Its rumored he's even built a fruit basket for Ostromog! Though.. how he'll deliver this is completely unknown. As to why, well theres a reason somewhere. Maybe the stress has caused him to snap? Maybe he thinks it'll be funny. Maybe its poison or trapped to explode? Or it could simply just be a fruit basket.
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_Even though not part of militia, Magdarin Rautkymi has been seen more often patrolling near the gates these days, trying to make her share to help taking off some pressure from the overstressed guardsmen.
For the dwarven guardsmen of both Hold and Norwick, she also offers minor blessings of Resistance in the name of Gorm Gulthyn._
