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The sun shines down on Fallcrest on this beautiful mid-summer day. owns folk go about there business and children play in the streets.

The sound of hammering can be heard for block away. Inside Teldorthan’s Arms two of the master blacksmith's apprentices are hard at work. His young son Dorinthal, and his charge Kronag. The two had been at work since the early dawn with no signs of stopping.

Though taken in by their father the Ironhew brothers had little love for the half-orc. Seeing him as a hindrince and a black mark on the family name. To make matters worse Teldorthan had even taught him the family trade, treating him as an equal amongst the two.

This caused a unique rivalry in the smithy. Today was different though the eldest brother, Teldor, was away in the town of Winterhaven accuiring a package for his father. Without the eldest there to provoke the situation the two worked in relative peace.

Over the sounds of the loud "CLANGS" comes something else. Kronag moves to the rear entrance of the smithy there he hears and soon sees...

Discussion Thread up and running.

Just waiting on Tieren it seems.

Perched at the edge of civilized lands, the small town of Falcon’s Hollow has always had to rely on itself to solve its problems. Meanwhile, the uncaring lumber barons squeeze the common folk for every last copper, deaf to their pleas. Now the hacking coughs of the sick are
heard throughout town. The plague has come to Falcon’s Hollow and the town’s leaders can’t be bothered to stop it.

Though early summer the residents of Falcon's Hollow go about their business wearing winter coats as a cold wind roars down Droskar's Crag.

To the west of town a halfling and his friend say their goodbyes as their friends leave town. In the Low Market a dwarven trader finds just how hard it is for a traveling vender. Meanwhile a half-elven woman checks to see if anything of interest has made it's way down into the market. To the south a lovely andoran woman boards the Ferry heading to town. And Finally...

A loud banging finally wakes the elf from his slumber. the tall. lanky, green haired elf opens his door to find a notice nailed crudlely into it

EVICTION: PENDING PAYMENT OF RENT AND TAXES
RENT: 4 GOLD
TAXES: 2 GOLD + 1 GOLD + 4 GOLD

Payment may be rendered at the Hollow Tribunal

As the you all begin making your about town one thing is obvious, the people of Falcon's Hallow are sick and it's only getting worse. The past week numerous residents have fallen ill, each suffering from a hacking affliction. Local remedies prove as useless as prayers.