"I see."Varrus the Ethical wrote:Auld Oak
Roald's mood sours at the mention of the Castellan. "Sir Rory? Yes, we go a ways back, he and I."
She looks at Sir Boarhort.
"Will you introduce me to your companion, my lord Roald?"
"I see."Varrus the Ethical wrote:Auld Oak
Roald's mood sours at the mention of the Castellan. "Sir Rory? Yes, we go a ways back, he and I."
Some of the local farmers and shepherds who have answered the militia call out now gather round Renn and his two followers.Brock Marsh Runoff wrote:SEARCHERS
Rennault and his men Sevet and Gatt tarry a little longer at the Tower of the Hunt, recuperating both from their wounds and the massive hangover that Renn's night of drinking incurs. in the end it's not enough to staunch out the horrors of the caverns, but there is always more wine in the world...
Once sufficiently recovered, the three head out towards THE AULD OAK. Ever eager to show himself a man of the people, Renn reckons this a fine opportunity to get the smallfolk on his side.
"There were many a moment in which I came close with death, but by the good graces of the gods and the miracles granted unto by Cuireccean, I made it home." Foerde says to Cormac, and the others. "I am glad to see you made out of that hellish cave Cormac, what of the others? Did they make it out as well?"ewancummins wrote:THE AULD OAK, continued
CORMACAdam wrote:His eyes go wide, and he hurries across the room.
"You-" he says to Foerde, "You-I thought you were dead!"
FOERDE
The militiamen immediately surround Foerde and his companion. But being mostly locals, some among them know him.
Instead of attacking or arresting the intruders, they stare in surprise.
One of them, a neighbor, says
" We thought the elves killed you."
Before he can fully explain, Foerde hears another familiar voice calls out. Cormac!
Renn raises his right hand to greet the beefy billman. "Hail there! I am Rennault, of the House Ghonallison, and these are my sworn men, Sevet and Gatt. We'd heard rumblings of a witch who needs scouring from the land."ewancummins wrote: Some of the local farmers and shepherds who have answered the militia call out now gather round Renn and his two followers.
A beefy man with a beer gut, leaning on a bill hook, says to Renn,
"Ho there! I dunno you. Are you guys hunters or sellswords? Something like that?"
If the man realizes he's talking to a nobleman, his rustic, forward manner does not indicate it.
steveflam wrote:Domenica changes direction and heads for the bar, where GIMP is. From there she might be able to spot whomever is in charge here or
perhaps a barmaid might be able to help her. Changing her mind she walks over to where the Lady with the colors of House Elvenemiere is.
As she gets closer, she most certainly recognizes Roald, and smiles to herself. Once there is a pause in the conversation, she makes her presence known to both
he and the lady by clearing her throat and moving to stand in front of both of them. She looks first to Roald then to the lady. "Sir Roald, it has been far too long, sire."
She bows slightly. Turning to the lady "I am Lady Domenica Barillia of Barillia and Associates in Haes, milady. I am looking for whom I may speak to about this matter of
the Crone, Oona. Sir Rory had to head back to the city for matters concerning the Ducal wedding and left me in charge in his stead."
Rolf Smithy waves at the gathering of leaders and makes a beeline for his mistress.
The wagoner bows his head to DOMENICA.
He says," Awful strange stuff is happening up on that hill, boss. Some kind of black cloud. Not smoke. Evil screams. And Vollmar says the earth is moving underfoot. I couldn't tell that much, but dorfs is funny folk. "
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THE AULD OAKsteveflam wrote:Rolf Smithy waves at the gathering of leaders and makes a beeline for his mistress.
The wagoner bows his head to DOMENICA.
He says," Awful strange stuff is happening up on that hill, boss. Some kind of black cloud. Not smoke. Evil screams. And Vollmar says the earth is moving underfoot. I couldn't tell that much, but dorfs is funny folk. "
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"Oh, yes that is Rolf Smitty. My wagoneer and horse racer. I have no experience with magic or these living dead men. Or a witch for that matter. The Lady Isolde from the Temple in Haes is already
on the scene. Ah, pardon, but I know your uncle, Lady. We dined and he helped me with those thugs in the city. I would greatly appreciate any advice any of you have in dealing with this situation.
I fear with what Rolf is telling us, we should probably hurry to help the others already on the scene."
After GIMP hands her her tea, she looks around. "What do you suggest?"
kintire wrote:
SAFANA: Council with Caine
She bows deeply as the archmage enters.
"I have learnt a little since my arrival here, my Lord, but I fear my knowledge is still slight..."
THE AULD OAK
ERIN HUNTER says,
''We should take all but a few men of what we have available here, now, and immediately go to Elf Hill. The small reserve can remain here as backup, and to direct other militia toward Elf Hill as needed. But I'm all for a quick shift of force to the Hill. And if we have any magicians, priests, experts of other sorts--we'd better bring those to the fore."