Shadowborn |
"It belonged to Missus Eventide. She gave it to me as a gift before she went away, but it's too big for me. I wanted you to have it, on 'count that it's Midwinter, and we give gifts to folks."
Stilgar Fulgrum |
Stilgar frowns guiltily, well aware that his leave of absence had been unannounced. The mention of Grundar renders him a little uneasy, but he nods at Chandler's words.
"My apologies, Speaker. I had promised to carry out an errand for one of my superiors. Admittedly, the timing of my departure was not exactly impeccable..." he says, thinking back to the last festival.
"Has anything of note happened since then?"
Magnus Thunderf00t |
Is the Thane's Festival held on the same date as that of the civilian's? In either case, I will accept the invitation, but I may be fashionably late to the Thane's party if my human friends are also celebrating.
Shadowborn |
The dwarves' celebration is held the same night.
Gaius Gracci |
Gaius Keeps his eyes fixed on the sky.
"That can't be good."
Paying little attention to the village around him Gaius walks along a line taking him neither nearer or farther to the odd light.
Any parallax? Is it twinkeling like the other stars? Trying to get an idea of distance. If there is any parallax then it likely only miles away. If it does not twinkle then it is in the thousands/millions of miles range, likely in the same solar system.
Magnus Thunderf00t |
Magnus perks up a bit, but tries not to seem too interested. "Sounds like important business. I would love to hear more if you know it. I'm always interested in the ways of our governance. What sort of rebels were they looking for? deserters, traders of illegal goods, perhaps... blasphemers? "
Shadowborn |
Tarrana |
Tarrana regards the bracelet carefully before saying anything. The mention of the woman from before is alarming but she has no particular desire to hurt the girls feelings without a full understanding of what she is looking at.
Detect Magic on the bracelet.
Shadowborn |
It is the last place Gaius saw them headed...
Tarrana casts her spell, and the girl gasps, a wide-eyed look of anticipation on her face. However, as you take the time to concentrate, her look turns to disappointment. You detect no magic from the bracelet.
"I thought maybe you were gonna do magic. Ms. Eventide used to do magic. This one time, I saw her burn a bunch of barbarians," she says, sniffing and rubbing her nose with one of her mittens.
Stilgar Fulgrum |
Ba-bump.
"Such ceaseless violence, it's a shame it must go on," Stilgar says, his tone somber, "But if that is the price that must be paid, well... has anything else gone on as of late...?"
Catching sight of Gaius, he would nod towards him, wondering if he has finally decided to join the festivities.
Magnus Thunderf00t |
"Indeed, we have been a bit out of the loop about the goings on here as of late. What news have you? " Seeing Gaius, Magnus will acknowledge him with a nod before turning back to Chandler. "It appears we are needed for another audience, friend. Thank you kindly and we shall see you again. " Dismissively, Magnus forms a small circle with his allies and makes small talk, waiting for the Chandler to move off before starting the "real" conversation.
Shadowborn |
Chandler stands uncomfortably for a moment, adjusting his rich robes and smoothing his hair. Then, realizing he's been summarily dismissed, frowns and strides off attempting to look as if he has other places to be. He flicks a glance over his shoulder and spares Magnus a scowl before becoming lost in the crowd.
Tarrana |
Tarrana looks up at the girl and gives a small smile. "I'm sorry to say I have nothing to give you. I've never had anyone to gift anything too. But, what can you tell me about Ms. Eventide?"
Stilgar Fulgrum |
Stilgar frowns as he watches the Speaker move away and shakes his head.
"A man with wounded pride can be a dangerous thing. Perhaps it would have been better to humor him for a while longer; I would rather us be on his good side."
"At any rate, is something the matter Gaius? I confess, I had been under the impression that the festivities weren't to your liking. I didn't expect to see you around."
Shadowborn |
Tarrana looks up at the girl and gives a small smile. "I'm sorry to say I have nothing to give you. I've never had anyone to gift anything too. But, what can you tell me about Ms. Eventide?"
"Well...could you show me some magic? I like magic. That'd be a good gift. An' I can tell you all about Ms. Eventide, if you like." She scuffs a hole in the dirt revealed by the heat of the fire with the toe of her boot.
Gaius Gracci |
Stilgar frowns as he watches the Speaker move away and shakes his head.
"A man with wounded pride can be a dangerous thing. Perhaps it would have been better to humor him for a while longer; I would rather us be on his good side."
"At any rate, is something the matter Gaius? I confess, I had been under the impression that the festivities weren't to your liking. I didn't expect to see you around."
Gaius is clearly concerned about something.
"Stilgar, Magnus. There is something outside you need to see.""Look there. Start with the shutter on that grocer's shop, Follow the line up to the chimey. No imagine a still collum of smoke and follow that line up. Do you see where that line crosses Baal's belt?
Good now back down a bit. Do you see that bright star about a third of the way back to the grocer's roof?"
"Good."
"That star was not there last night."
"I do not know what it means but I very much doubt it is good news."
Stilgar Fulgrum |
Stilgar's eyes follow Gaius' instructions, a frown passing over his face as they find the star in question.
"Hm. That is quite strange, but..." he comments, knowing next to nothing about the particulars of astrology. Not quite understanding Gaius' concern, he contemplates the religious implications of the event, or the relation of stars to Baal in general.
Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
He shakes his head, looking back to Gaius.
Magnus Thunderf00t |
k(any) 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
"Are you certain of this?" Magnus contemplates what this may mean, and considers the pertinence of this information as compared to his social faux-pas a moment ago. "Gaius, you have a powerful connection to the skies, and I tend to defer to you in this situation, but I wonder if this wouldn't be a trick of the eye? perhaps it is a particularly clear night and the star was obscured previously? " Magnus is attempting to evade the inevitable conclusion that this discovery will lead to. He certainly wants to know the truth about this event, but getting caught up now could close other, more immediate windows of opportunity for him with the local political circles.
Tarrana |
Tarrana looks about nervously before attempting anything. After a moment she points to one of the burning coals in the fireplace and makes it lift up and dance every so slightly. It makes a tingling noise before the fire eventually engulfs the coal and she lets it disintegrate back into the fire.
Shadowborn |
Stilgar: Stars aren't normally part of the theology surrounding Baal, though a common myth is that they are sparks sent up into the sky by the blows of his hammer when at work in the forge.
Magnus: You think back to your knowledge of constellations while observing Gaius' discovery and realize that, yes, this is a new star. It should not be there, and it is outshining the rest of the heavenly bodies visible in the night sky.
Tarrana: The girl gives a smile and a wink, mouthing the words "Thank you." Then she takes your hand and pulls you over to an area where there is a pot of hot cider keeping warm over banked coals. After getting each of you a mug, she says "Ms. Eventide was the wife of the man that used to run our store. She says she came from somewhere else. I liked her because she used to paint pictures. She did one of me once. She could do magic too. Once, when the Narok came and started killing people and taking our stuff, she turned into a monster and burned them with fire."
Magnus Thunderf00t |
"hmm... intriguing, but what would you have us do about it, Gaius? Should we just fly up and paint the star out? although intriguing, it isn't necessarily dangerous. "
Gaius Gracci |
"I don't see there is anything to do about it. But it cannot be there. This means something."
Gaius looks again at the impossible sky.
"Loath as I am to draw the attention of the iron-workers they might know something. Perhaps you of more favored height could find out what they know. I would hate to abuse our big headed friend's hospitality if there is another way."
Stilgar Fulgrum |
Stilgar scratches his beard, still puzzled by the supposed significance of the star.
"I am sure Grundar would be willing to tell Magnus what he knows about it, if anything. From the sound of things, he has taken quite the liking to him. However, unless I'm mistaken, I believe the Grand Archive would be of more use for this end. Unfortunately, I can only imagine how much more difficult it would be to reach now that winter is in full..."
Magnus Thunderf00t |
"I have another idea. It may not tell us everything, but it will at least tell us if the star itself is what it claims to be."
Magnus semi-jogs to one end of town and sends senses as far as he can, taking a few moments to ponder and memorize what he has seen. He then moves to the opposite side of town and does the same thing.
k(engineering?)-mathematics 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
Magnus is using relative star positions and triangulation to determine if the star is an actual celestial body, or if it is actually closer to the planet than first suspected.
Magnus Thunderf00t |
...worth a shot...
Magnus turns back to the group. Well, let's not cause undue panic. This could be a good sign as well. Perhaps the birth of a star means new life? In any case, I think it wise to let the celebrations here continue. I shall commence more research once the Mid-winter festival has finished. I will however, make mention of it to the Thane and see what he thinks. "
Magnus then suggests that everyone stay close together for the time being, in case we must move out quickly.
Magnus Thunderf00t |
"I am sure she is in one of her usual whereabout locations. " Magnus gestures to Gaius to lead the way. Assuming he obliges, Magnus will follow, keeping up a conversation. "Friend Stilgar, I remember that some time ago you showed us a scroll tube that contained various pieces of important information, and that one of those pertained to a raid at midwinter. Do you think we should expect such a thing again as five years ago? It seems we have a nasty tendency to fall right into the footsteps of the past. "
Shadowborn |
As the trio stands in front of the hall, Stilgar notes others nearby, apparently waiting for room to pass inside. However, as he moves and indicates the others should follow, he realizes that they seem somehow familiar. A tall human man, his close-cropped hair and beard salted with gray, but his lined face leaves his exact age vague. He wears a rich brocaded robe, fur-lined against the winter chill. On his arm is a tall woman, her face hidden beneath a voluminous fur-lined hood. Behind them is a barrel-chested gnome bearing a backpack as large as he is, as well as a great canvas sack in his arms.
Shadowborn |
The older man gives a slight bow and a faint smile. "We've seen each other in passing, I believe. The Harvest Festival. With everyone masked, it can be difficult to remember folks," he says, reaching back to fumble in the sack the gnome carries. "Gaius was kind enough to make our acquaintance during our short visit then. However, you are Stilgar, the priest of the local church, are you not?" Without waiting for an affirmative reply, he pulls a small bag, decorated with a cloth ribbon, from the sack. With a smile, he hands it to Stilgar. "Happy Midwinter."
Shadowborn |
"I see." Tarrana says a troubled look coming over her eyes. "And then the dwarves came?"
The young girl nods. "They came and at first they were just chasing the rest of the Narok and taking bodies away. Then they started pounding on the door of the shop. When no one answered, they broke it down. Ms. Eventide turned into a monster again and fought them, but they won and took her and her husband away. Now Mister Chandler owns their shop. He used to be just the candlemaker across the way. Now he's village speaker too."
Stilgar Fulgrum |
"I am indeed," Stilgar says with a smile, somewhat relieved over the recognition. Surprise passes over his face when the man offers him the bag. Not usually taken to receive holiday gifts, he hesitates briefly before accepting it.
"Why, thank you kindly. Happy Midwinter to the three of you as well," he says warmly as he examines the present, before looking to the trio again, "But might I trouble you for your name? It would be wrong of me to accept your generosity otherwise."
Shadowborn |
"Well, as I recall I was going by Wolf at High Harvest, but you may call me Wayland, since I no longer have the mask." He turns to the woman on his arm. "What is it you are going by these days?" he asks. Enough of her angular face and pointed chin are revealed beneath the hood for those assembled to see her smile.
"Astarte," she replies. You note that Wayland makes no offer to give you the gnome's name, ignoring him for now as he stamps his hobnail boots in an attempt to warm up.
Inside the bag is a string of prayer beads, each bead crafted of some metal or stone that holds significance to the Baalite religion. Attached to it is a miniature iron hammer bearing the mark of Baal's eye upon it. The are normally worn about the waist.
Stilgar Fulgrum |
Would the beads work as a holy symbol?
And Knowledge (religion) for any additional insight on them: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Stilgar runs the beads through his hands, admiring their craftsmanship before returning them to the bag for the time being.
"It is a fine gift, Wayland. Though regretfully, I have nothing to give you in return."
Shadowborn |
Yes, the beads would work as a divine focus. They're fairly common among those just entering the faith, used as mnemonic devices to learn scripture, each bead having a common prayer to go with it.
"I doubt that. Not all gifts are material. While it is usually up to the giver to decide on a gift, I'd like to bend tradition a bit and make a request. Should you, in your travels, meet a queen, tell her this for me: 'Your sister requests that travelers be allowed to use the road freely.' Grant me this, and your Midwinter gift is given and well received."
"Now then, I believe I have something in here for Magnus,as well..." Wayland begins digging into the sack the gnome carries. "You too, Gaius. Don't run off. Then we can find Tessara so she can receive her gift as well."
Magnus Thunderf00t |
Magnus watches the group closely. Something about them reminds him of a story he once heard... "Ah! Now, I remember you." Magnus blurts. "I thank you for your gifts, and indeed I have a gift now to share with you, but not here. I bring the gift of private information. "
Gaius Gracci |
"Well met friends, and a special midwinter greeting to you Mule."
On Waylands mention of gifts.
"A gift among friends, freely given and accepted with warmth, is one of the fine and unexpected boons of this world."
Sense motive on Wayland. There are strings attached to these "gifts". 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20 Hmmm might find something.
Shadowborn |
"Well then, Magnus...here we are," says Wayland, producing a bundle of cloth tied with a ribbon.
Digging into the sack again, he produces a small envelope of folded parchment that hardly seems to weigh anything. This he hands to Gaius. "Happy Midwinter, and may this serve you well."
That said, he turns off toward the town center. "Let's find Tarrana, shall we?" As he starts off, he stumbles over a keg left outside the hall, though it is in plain sight. Astarte takes his arm again and guides him around the obstacle as if he couldn't see it.
Magnus Thunderf00t |
Magnus turns to his allies, pausing for a moment and looking at the gift he has received "Shall we follow? We were looking for Tarrana anyways."
Tarrana |
Tarrana nods meaningfully still in conversation with the little girl. "Why didn't she go away when the dwarves come? Wouldn't have been easier than trying to fight them?"
Shadowborn |
Tarrana: The girl chews on her bottom lip for a moment, and then shrugs. "I don't know. Maybe she thought people would be on her side, since she killed the Narok. Maybe she figured she could just kill the dwarves like she did the raiders."
As the others approach, the girl seems reluctant to continue the conversation, slipping to interpose Tarrana between herself and the arriving folks.
Wayland and Astarte stop beside the fire and the older man digs through the sack again. "Yes, here we are... For you, Tarrana," he says, as he pulls out a cloth bundle and hands it to her.
Magnus Thunderf00t |
Magnus approaches the group. Noting the little girl, he nods towards her and smiles before turning back to the adults in the group. "Very good, now that we are all assembled, I think it important that we speak at length, and I won't take no for an answer. " Magnus will gesture to the doorway and lead the group to the most secluded place he knows.