New Whispers at the Fire
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Perhaps it is coincidental, perhaps it isn't, but a handful of Norwickans have begun to speak about nightmares. No two are the same, of course, but all are deeply disturbing. From field tenders to lumberjacks, to members of the militia... even the Herald seems rather sleepless. Most chalk it up to stress, overwork, and a freaky coincidence so many people are having these uncomfortable experiences, but some wonder if there is a connection behind it all. But if there is, what is that connection? Who knows...
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Nate, who has otherwise been quiet during the debate, merely peers at the wagons of meat. He walks up to take a free sample of the meat, wrapping it in preservative salt, and then departs for the boats destined north.
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Aye, sir! salutes
To the others as he slowly heads to the Union hall You heard the man, disperse. waves them away
No more debatin'. This be a barbarian town, remember? There'll be no thinkin' an' fancy talkin' here in this town, no sir. Continues to wave them away
I guess we'll just have ta wait n see if sittin' on yer arse fer a year - while stuffin' yer face with free meat provided by our "friendly" Malarite neighbors - makes ya fat n weak or not. Time will tell...
War is comin' and time will tell. Stay sharp my friends...
Heads into the crafting hall and shuts the doors
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The Herald and Acting Chancellor finally speaks up "ENOUGH of this pointless argument from the lot of you. Those who wish the meat may take it, those that don't, it is not mandatory. It is your choice. You are neither weaker or stronger for it. That is the end of it."
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Scoffs Clean out yer ears an listen, fool. Ye get strong by huntin' for yourself and fendin' fer yerself - not sittin' on yer arse and takin' handouts.
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Someone rolling his eyes, passing by maybe, wearing a miner's outfit speaks out of the blue after listening to the commontion:
"so that's what the Chauntea priest wants you to do. You, a former town of relentless warriors. He wants you to grow weak, to starve so you can't defend your homes not even yourselves. After such display of courage coming from one of your kind, they suggest you to dishonor something you truly earned. -- Grow strong? I don't think so. Grow weak: that's a good one grain godess."
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@darkspyr said in New Whispers at the Fire:
The Tormtar Priest, Simon Sgier pulls Master Z aside as soon as he can. He informs him that the so called gift is a boon from one who survived the Wild hunt through the Nars. As such it is freely given; sell it, dry or salt and store it for times of need or toss it away, the promise was made in good faith and would last for 1 year. No strings attached, no debts owed by any, the price had already been paid.
Then I strongly urge folks ta sell it instead of eatin' it. Take the coin an' do some good with it.
They want ya ta git fat, lazy, and dependent on others ta supply yer food. Ta lose yer skills as a hunter and provider for yer family. You gonna let some stranger provide fer yer wife? Yer children? suspiciously Nay...
Do not fall fer the trap...they can't be trusted. It's only a matter of time 'fore they pick another one of us ta hunt...and that one may not be so lucky ta survive. The next one may be you. And, if ya take their "gifts," you ain't gonna be ready...yer gonna be soft.
Sell the meat. Heads towards the campfire to continue to conversation with any who will listen
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"The price for this service has already been paid. We are not ones to back out on a holy promise. Ask among your own kind if you want to know more."
The malarite returns to the woods, and will continue to bring the meat in the following days. Some of the villagers heed Z's word and do not touch the meat. Others make use of it, stating that it allows them to grow more domesticated animals as less will have to be butchered. A certain tree-hating dwarven merchant seem most interested in the meat, for one reason or another hoarding barrels full of salted meat in his house.
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The Tormtar Priest, Simon Sgier pulls Master Z aside as soon as he can. He informs him that the so called gift is a boon from one who survived the Wild hunt through the Nars. As such it is freely given; sell it, dry or salt and store it for times of need or toss it away, the promise was made in good faith and would last for 1 year. No strings attached, no debts owed by any, the price had already been paid.
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@wywernywin said in New Whispers at the Fire:
@speedy_z_ said in New Whispers at the Fire:
///Who are they? Can he tell just by looking at them?
Does the town seem to be expecting the meat or is it unexpected?The first deliveries seem unexpected. Soon the villagers get used to it though. If you spend your night watching, you'd notice they bear symbols of Malar.
Day 1 ((which is why I emphasized the "first delivery" in my initial post)) Z states loud enough for the other villagers to hear
I'm not sure where y'all heard we was in need of yer handouts, but we don't. We ain't weak. Pauses for that to sink in
We get along just fine on our own, and we watch out fer our own. If someone in our community needs help, we'll be the ones helpin' them. We don't take handouts here in Norwick...especially from strangers.
That said, you know who needs handouts? Them city folk up in Peltarch. Them's the types ta take yer handouts. They probably won't even question where they be comin' from.
They got all kinds of folks starvin' ta death on the docks. So...take yer meat up north n give it to the city folks. We don't need it.
He will then spend his time (and whatever influence he has on the commoners) to strongly advise that they do not accept these handout. Mainly because they simply don't need them, but also because nothing good will come out of it - there's always a catch when dealing with outsiders.
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@speedy_z_ said in New Whispers at the Fire:
///Who are they? Can he tell just by looking at them?
Does the town seem to be expecting the meat or is it unexpected?The first deliveries seem unexpected. Soon the villagers get used to it though. If you spend your night watching, you'd notice they bear symbols of Malar.
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@wywernywin said in New Whispers at the Fire:
Plenty of fresh meat begins arriving at the south gate, enough to provide almost all of the meat consumed in the town of Norwick. Deer, bear, moose, birds. Guards mention that they occasionally see people in red-and-black clothing bringing it in at the night. The meat seems clean of all poison and disease.
((This will continue for one IG year(RL month) or until otherwise noted))
The crafter, farmer, and priest known as Z casually wipes his calloused hands on an old rag as he exits the craft hall. He curiously watches the first delivery.
Hmmm...
///Who are they? Can he tell just by looking at them?
Does the town seem to be expecting the meat or is it unexpected?
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Nate remarks, during one of his passages through Norwick: "Perhaps the Malarites of the Druid Circle feel generous."
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Plenty of fresh meat begins arriving at the south gate, enough to provide almost all of the meat consumed in the town of Norwick. Deer, bear, moose, birds. Guards mention that they occasionally see people in red-and-black clothing bringing it in at the night. The meat seems clean of all poison and disease.
((This will continue for one IG year(RL month) or until otherwise noted))
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Travelers coming up from the south were astonished to see so many pools of blood staining the grass outside Norwick's South Gate. The gate and stone walls seemed undamaged, and no blood stains were visible inside. But both inner south gates were gone and Norwick Militia stood guard in the road. "Just a big goblin gate attack," one of them said. Not to worry.
AubreyMaturin
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After a rather gruesome attack on Norwick, Salin V is seen walking into the keep with a line of militia men and women saluting him and bidding him farewell. Where is the mage going, now that the town actually needs him?
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