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We are Humble's Sword. We serve our community, our people, our land, and, where we can, the good people of the Wold. We strive to excel - yet not with self-important pride, rather with humility of heart."Also, a motto, such as 'Humble's Sword - Halflings in Humble Service' - or maybe '... Heros in Humble Service.'
We oppose oppressors, deceivers, perverters, enslavers. We offer our strength to shield those in need, and if need be, will sacrifice our own selves, that others may be free.
You've got till Monday to reply, brainstorm, etc. Feel free to take up to one weeks worth of actions, but note that you cannot go more than 100 miles away from Humbles Ford. I'll explain that part on Monday in the post.So, friends, go for it - between now and sometime Monday (morning?) you can let all know what your character will be up to for the next 7 days. This is not necessarily the best occasion for a one line post.
I have no desire to oppose fire - for I have benefitted from its warmth my whole life. Yet, should flames come to harm my people, and our lands, that I cannot ignore. Should your kind not attack, we will remain at peace with you. Should your kind attempt to consume or harm mine, then shall I oppose your efforts."Would that properly answer them? Those words may simply, uh, inflame them against me, against us. But I will not promise to promote Vé-Eldfjöll. Unless I find out he is a jolly old fellow, quite worthy of adoration."
Fire is a great power. It energizes. It helps us in so many ways. Without it, how should we live so well as we do? However, unchecked - when it threatens to consume our children, then it must be bounded. So far as we can, let us be at worst neutral toward each other. If we can cooperate, and it not harm my people, then let us do so.
E ha'i aku i kou haku ua kono maika'i'ia'o ia i kekahi wahi e pili ana he kanalima mile akau ma i loko o ka 'Red Hills'which translates as:
Mai ho'a'o e pepehi i ko makou po'e kanaka. 'A'ole hiki ia'oe ke lanakila i ko makou mau na'au, i ka 'Crescent Valley.'
'A'ole makou e ha'awi ia'oe i kau makemake.
Tell your master that he is cordially invited to a place about fifty miles north in the Red Hills.Murphy lets Pressi 'listen' in to his thoughts, so that she can catch the meaning of what he is saying.
Stop trying to kill our people. You will not win our hearts here in Crescent Valley that way.
We will not give you what you want.
Lord Eberyon, thank you for this Wold you help to keep verdant and rich. I know that ash can be useful for growing things. But as with some good things, too much of it may bring more harm than good. Help to fit me, I pray you, for the tasks that lie ahead. I am grateful for the elementals who have brought us much assistance as we face foes of the valley, and foes of our group. I want to use the powers you have granted to protect and heal the land, and the people, and also to make a strong showing against those who would harm us. Grant me, I pray you, insight in to how to respond to the incursion of Vé-Eldfjöll and those under his sway. He will bring much fire, and ash, and woe. I pray he not settle over any of our cities here in the valley. Guide me, and us, as we seek to protect the good halflings of this village. Bring to mind the ways I might best serve you, and my friends, my community, and land. I humbly ask for power to face what is ahead of us. And wisdom. If I have your ear, I thank you for hearing my prayer. Selah."Yes, Lance, I think you're correct. We need to head back to town and fill folks in on what happened - and these two manifestations are likely forerunners. Also, I want to see if I can't build a good place of safety a ways underground for the people of the town."
Summary: Provide carts and ponies for earth moving. Speak with father about who has wood to burn - and Lance can speak with Mayor. Ask Belly Buster and Dancing Pig for help with potluck/feast. Hope to avoid changing into bird in the morning unless no help from inns. Mainly, work on tunnels.=======
He does let Pressi and through her everyone else know how things are going, what his plans are. He could divert a transmute mud to stone spell, perhaps a stone shape spell, to doing a bit of work on the temple should she desire. He asks others come up with a decent plan for the temple, and Murph will do his bit when called upon.
Mama,He hands the letter to Cosimo. "A small test of character. Don't open this. Deliver it to my mother in Humble's Ford. Now that you've held it, Cosimo, give it to Duenna, for her to bear." He takes ten gold pieces out of a pouch, and gives five to each of them. "That should be good to get you lodging and food when you get there for a week or so. Again, our prayers go with you. After we find out more ahead, if circumstances allow, we will bury your friends and associates before returning to town. Fare you well."
Duenna is a good sort. Help her as you might. Cosimo appears to be an opportunist. Do show them what hospitality you feel you can, maybe point them toward a place they can stay. I trust your discernment, wisdom and discretion.
By the way, the red crystalline meteor has a substance that drives animals mad, so that they attack any who are not infected with the substance. We're off to investigate further. The couple who deliver this letter can tell you more, perhaps.
If the wax seal on this letter is broken before you receive it, blame Cosimo.
Hi, Cosimo. Don't read other people's mail. And if my mother does not receive this note, perhaps you and I will never be friends. If she does receive it, then I'm open to the possibility. What possibility? Get it to her, and you'll find out. It's better than the alternative.
I love you, Mama. Hi to Papa and all.
Murphy, the whirlwind
Settin' up the tentThen you lay the ground tarp
Settin' up the tent
Settin' up the tentUnfold the blasted canvas mess
Settin' up the tent
Settin' up the tentAt this point in the song Murphy takes Pressi's hand and dances with her as he sings. [Perform, Dance: 19]
Settin' up the tent
Settin' up the tentOne end up - there!
Settin' up the tent
Settin' up the tentBefore your eyes the tent does grow
Settin' up the tent
Settin' up the tentDoing this is lots of work
Settin' up the tent
Settin' up the tentNow I'm sleepy - go inside
Settin' up the tent
The tent's set up[snoring sounds]
The tent's set up
"Pantheon, we stand within your sanctuary. We seek to help preserve and save the Wold. We come to this place, not to trample, but to divine ways to do well. We petition thee to give us what aid you might, and to help us walk uprightly, justly. Do forebear with us as we explore this place. Help us to do so with care, respect, and due diligence. Selah."He then bows his head in reflection, and to listen if there be any response.
"Lord Eberyon, and Lady Maab, we come before you, appealing for your wisdom and direction. As husband and wife, the realm of Nature falls under your purview. Mother Maab, we passed through your realm on the way to deal with the problem of the bloodgrass. Father Eberyon, your passion for nature is unsurpassed.Murphy remains in an attitude of prayer and supplication, bringing his arms down, and interlacing his fingers below his chin, eyes closed, spirit open.
"You both know the decision we now face. Do we perform a ritual to restore nature to a time from nearer to the beginning of things? Do we perform a ritual to maintain nature as it has been up until recently? Or, would you have us perform a ritual to allow mutations to sweep the Wold, upending the way things were in early times, and in the present?
"My personal inclination is toward restoration. But that would cause the loss of the wonderful grasses of the Sarr. I am open to preservation, which would mean that the people of the Sargrass would need to continually attend to finding places to serve as local barriers to the aggressive grass, that there may be room for other plant life apart from the grass. I would be dismayed at the destruction and upending of peoples, nations, and creatures which would come of mutation, of full release of bloodgrass. Might there be a purpose in your eyes to allowing such to occur? Your ways are higher than our ways, and your thoughts than our thoughts.
"But I, and we, appeal to YOU. Can you give us a word, or a sign, of what you would have us do? The need to hear is urgent. The effects of the decision will last long.
"Now, in our moment of need, will you answer us? Will you guide us? Selah!"
"PRAISE UNTO THE HEAVENS ABOVE!
PRAISE UNTO THE HEROES ENCIRCLING THESE FIELDS.
PRAISE UNTO THE FACTIONS OF THE SARR WHO HAVE SWORN TO RECONCILE!
PRAISE AND GLORY TO MA'AB WHO PRESERVED,
TO THE GODS AND POWERS WHO WATCHED OVER US ALL!
LET ALL THE WOLD R-E-J-O-I-C-E!
REJOICE - REJOICE - REJOICE!!!
Murphy's To Do List
1. Meet w/ Foreman George to see how things are going in the building projects at Humble's Sword Acres (or whatever we're going to call it). Spend some time helping, coordinating, surveying.
2. With Pressi, meet with Papa Samell to go over construction of the tall, white spire to be build for the air elementals at the cliff outside town which overlooks some of the farms.
3. Raze some of the walls surrounding the town.
4. Finish (or advance/shore up) town tunnel system mapped out.
5. Transplant two huge oaks. Awaken one. Liveoak another.
6. Spend two days in Angel Springs (WLA training, visiting druids, family at shop, et al)
7. Visit with various key people around town.
8. Ask community leaders - civil, religious, social - to plan a festival of thanksgiving in celebration of the preservation of HF, and of the well-being of the Wold, to give thanks to heaven above, and to rejoice with one another. "Let good stories be told."
9. Take 1 day off a week for worship, visiting with friends, and with wise members of the community.
10. He will journal each day - focusing early on the recent events with the Sword, then later on things going on around town.
11. Give local children (and adults, if they want) rides while shapechanged into various critters.
The one Murphy introduced as Nalfein has a face marred with a few light scars, and carries himself with a bit of swagger. He sizes up the pair his brother brought in, then answers Hobie. "Yeah, look around. Touch to your heart's content. You break, you buy. We have five lutes out here on display. You want I should bring out the specials from back? Tell you what, take a look-see, I'll bring you something special from the back if I can hear you play four chords competently. Don't want to waste our time if you don't know more than three." He takes a middlin'-priced lute down, plucks the strings, tunes one of them which was about a quarter-note flat, then hands it to Hobie. "Try this one first. You can sit that stool there, if you don't want to stand - and, since I haven't strapped this one, I'd prefer you try it that way."The masterwork lute Nalfein values at 110 gp. The other lute he does not name a price for, other than to say, "This one is considerably higher than that."
Leska Rose, who is the third oldest sibling among the Leafwin Pipewoods, about 15 months younger than Nalfein (they look to be in their 30's), with cheeks that match her middle name, and a gentle sweetness about her, greeted all warmly as they arrived, kissed Murphy on the cheek, and shook the hands of Cosimo and Hobie. "I'll fix you some tea," she offers. She goes to a large metal urn under which a flame burns. On top stands a small teapot. She takes down five porcelain cups, pours each one about 1/4 full from the small teapot - the liquid looks rich and dark. Then for each cup, she opens a spigot close to the bottom of the urn, and fills the cups to within a small finger's width of the top, the color lightened slightly, and steam rises.
She places a 7" plate full of assorted cookies in the center of a 12" plate. The cups she spaces evenly around the center plate, a small spoon adjacent to each. These she bears to a circular table midway back on the right side, and six chairs around. From behind the counter come a sugar bowl, a jar of honey, and a small pouring glass with what looks like cream inside. Serviettes (napkins) are placed around the table, with small knives, and twin-tined forks.
Hobie should make a perform: lute skill check.
Roll 6-9: "Ah, maybe I'll leave those in the back," says Nalfein.
Roll 10-14: "You wanna try again?"
Roll 15-19: "So, you're not a total novice. You want I should bring you something nicer?"
Roll 20+: "All right, wait right here. Put that lute back careful, right?"
Hobie can reroll once, if he is not satisfied with his first attempt.
If the second roll is not at least a 15: "Practice more. Come back some other day. Not showing you anything from the back now, that's for sure."
If 15: "You want I should bring you something nicer?"
If 20+: "So, you were just warming up. Give me a moment."
On 15-19: Nalfein brings out a masterwork lute (+1 to perform). "Made by my brother, Kember." It is gorgeous, with gold and silver filigree inlays. On 20+: Nalfein brings both the masterwork lute, and one of even higher caliber. "This here our father made, and my sister Selithe added something special to it. You probably can't afford it."
How does Hobie respond? Does he try out the lute(s)?
Leska Rose asks Cosimo, "So, what brings you to Angel Springs?" as she offers him a seat at the table, and takes a seat across from him, setting a cup next to her serviette, she then pushes the tray slightly his direction so he can take what he would like.
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