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Sari look's down at the ground when Warren mentions Zavac, "No sir." She says quietly. "Sorry I thought you were a monster." She says to Vrag after Anwel says the bugbear won't be tried.

Both Fulton and Sari are startled by Anwel's revelation, Fulton waits a few seconds before taking the charter from Anwel's hand. Seeing the look of grim determination on Anwel's face, he decides this isn't a trick or joke being played on him as the still newly selected leader of the community.

"I see..." He says with some hesitation. "I will gather the others. We've formed a small community council since you've been gone. It seemed to be the only way to make decisions and keep from driving Oleg crazy, especially once the new folk started to arrive."

"Papa, you won't let them harm Anwel will you?" Sari says earnestly. "I mean, tellin' a fib isn't the same as killin', and stealin' and hurtin' people and using dark magic."

Putting his arm around his daughter, Fulton gives her a smile. "Well, sometimes lies can be as harmful as all those things." He says to her. "But no, I don't think Anwel will come to harm. Now run along a tell your mother I'll be late for supper."

"If you want to rest for a bit a refresh yourselves, I know Oleg still has space for you inside the palisade." He says after Sari dashes off and then leaves himself to gather the others.

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Everyone gathers outside the palisade gates. The 'council' seems to be made up of Fulton, Donal, Tityanna, Ursula, Kressle, and two other men you haven't met before. Once everyone is settled, Fulton briefly shares Anwel's statement. After the usual muttering and general reactions are over, Fulton asks for comments from the council or party members.

Warren steps up and voices his tale and strong defense of the elf. By the time he is finished another round of startled muttering and reactions fill the air as the mention of divine beings and recent events capture the attention of the crowd. But many also nod their heads in agreement that Anwel's crime does not deserve harsh punishment.

After Warren finishes, Fulton turns to Anwel, "Is there anything you would like to say or share before we decide what to do?"


When Tityanna rises, Fulton and Donal do so as well. Fulton offers a polite bow of the head saying, "Your offer is most gracious."

He looks over at the blacksmith whose eyes and bright smile appear completely focused on the young lady and says with a small grin of his own, "I'm sure Master Donal would be happy to show you our ideas and have your help measuring the plots."


Fulton nods his head at Thad, "I'd agree, dealing with the matter sooner rather than later would be good for all those involved." He pauses for a second or two to gather his thoughts then continues, "I know there's been talk amongst yourselves that some of the bandits, might be kept on to work off their crimes. I think most of us believe everyone has a right to his or her mistakes and a chance to make good, so that isn't the issue."

He hesitates again and glances over at Donal then back to Thad, "I guess what I'm trying to say is that Master Donal and I have been talking, and it looks as if we could certainly use any extra hands and strong backs who we could trust to help build and plant over the next few months."

"We've agreed, that the wilds are still too dangerous to settle right now, especially with these bandits roaming the area. So the thought is to settle in here around Oleg's. At least while you folk complete the hard work put forth in the charters."

He looks over to Cal and the other two bandits you captured at the bridge, "So if you do think they can be trusted, we'd be willing to take them on as hired help and keep an eye on 'em for you. Perhaps with the assistance of Master Garess."


It's not too long before the settlers all join the group around the tables and an atmosphere of celebration and relief fill the air. Both Oleg and Svetlana are friendly, and generous, as Oleg brings out a few more pitchers of ale. The children are busy playing around the tables, their happy laughter adding to the festive feel.

Eventually Fulton Meyerson stands up with a little encouragement from his wife. Blushing a bit, he raises his glass saying, "I'd like to offer a toast to our able and honorable protectors on this journey. Without your help, guidance, and skills with arms, we likely wouldn't have survived this trip as intact as we have." He looks at Thad, Tityanna, Warren, Stephanus, and Alaina and continues, "You've all taken wounds to guard us from harm, and I can only offer my sincere thanks and that of my family. I think I speak for the whole group when I say that should you ever find yourselves in any need, you'll be able to count on our support and help."

Finishing his short speech, he raises his glass and takes a long drink. A round of cheers and clinking mugs follows as the others voice their enthusiastic agreement with Fulton.


A slightly haggard looking Fulton Meyerson joins the group around the campfire as Ursula deals with Thad's hand and arm. His eyes roam the camp a few times before he let's out a breath and says quietly to those nearby, "Quite a day, today. I think that serpent must've taken a few years off of my life when it slithered out of the river."

He's quiet for a few more moments and then pulls a scrap of paper and a small wooden sun carving from his pocket. Glancing over at his wagon, he hands the paper and sun charm over to Alaina and says, "You seemed to get along well with our half-orc friend. Sari found this tucked in the wagon a bit ago. Seems he was called to other duties."

The charm is a rough carving or the sun symbol most often associated with the goddess Sarenrae. The note is written on a scrap of paper. Judging from the markings it's likely from a copy of The Birth of Light and Truth. Written in a rough handwriting is the following note:

Dear Friends, It saddens my heart to say this, but Sarenrae has called me to another task. The visions came to me just as the serpent began to attack our party earlier today. Struck by the awesome power of the goddess, I was unable to assist during that dangerous encounter and even now the goddess guides my hand, more so than my own free will.

Yet, Sarenrae in her wisdom, is not unaware of the challenge her calling has placed upon you all. In response she has granted the charm that accompanies this note with the ability to heal minor hurts and wounds. It has enough power to invoke the healing three times, so use it sparingly. To activate the charm, simply place it over the wound and call on Sarenrae for her blessing.

By the time you get this, I will already be well on my way to the west and whatever challenge must be addressed.

Sarenrae bless you all, Zavac

Charm of Sarenrae: Cure Light Wounds, 3 charges


When invited into the conversation, Fulton listens intently and carefully to all the comments. Seeing that many are in agreement he says, "I'd agree that it is best we try and push on, but as Master Kams said, the roads will be more trouble with this weather. We'll not make as good of time, but still, I think it's better than not moving."

He looks a little shy for a second and then looks at each of you as he speaks, "I'd just like to thank you for what you did today. Without your aid, we could have ended up like those other men. I'd not realized the road was this dangerous this far north. From now on we'll all be better prepared." He turns and nods his head slightly to Thad, "I especially thank you sir, for my fool of a son's life. You can be assured he'll not be acting so rash in the future." The last is said with a slight smile as thinks back to his wife's words to her wayward oldest boy.

"I'll let the others know we should be ready to pull out first thing in the morning."


Fulton readily agrees to Tityanna's suggestion and starts working with the others to move the wagons. Although none of the covered wagons will support a sentry, Fulton thinks they could quickly rig a small shelter in the rocks that would keep a person covered and put them above the wagons for an easier view.


A wet and flustered Fulton approaches Tityanna after he's finished dealing with Mikhail. Looking a bit bashful the farmer says, "I'm sorry about the boys rash actions, I hope that will be the last of that type of incident."

He looks over to Ursula and Thad and then gestures at the generally miserable weather. "I'm thinking it might be best to set up camp for the rest of the day. Who knows how the others have managed. They likely ran into more of those beasts judging from the sounds we heard earlier, so there may be more injured to deal with."

He pauses for a second to wipe rain and soaked hair from his face and then adds, "I imagine we could all use a decent fire and some hot food verses trying to push on today. What do you say?"


The farmer laughs softly at Alaina's comment on the weather. "At this time of year it could be an hour or a week before the weather changes." He glances at the thick clouds rolling across the sky, "Although I'd say young Master Kams has it right that we'll not see the sun much today."

At the mention of songs young Sari pipes up, "I know The Goblin's Whiskey Barrel, or Young Willam's First Night Out, or All for Me Grog, or..." Her mother breaks in with an astonished "Sari Meyerson, where did you learn those songs."

With a perfectly innocent look Sari looks over to her older brother whose futile attempts to quiet the girl quickly give way to red faced embarrassment, "Gregor and his friends were always singing them when they were in the village." Sari says brightly as her brother slumps in the saddle neatly wrapped in the mantle of defeat.

At his mother's look, the young man quickly drops his horse further back in the caravan muttering something about having to help the others with one of the tarps.

Before Andrea can offer a few choice words for her oldest son and wayward daughter, Fulton pulls up on the reins bringing the caravan to a stop at Warren's signal.


The Meyerson's listen to Alaina's tale intently and with sympathy. Neither can recall hearing of her brother's lost expedition, but both promise to pass along anything they might learn in the future.

As the conversation turns to skills Fulton says, "My family and I have been farmers for generations. Not knowing what kind of soils we'll find it's hard to say what crops we'll be growing, but I've got seed for corn, beans, oats, wheat, root vegetables, and a few varieties of melons and squash. Should be enough to get us started if things go well."

He thinks for a second or two and then says, "As for other skills, well my mother was always a stickler for book learning, and I guess the same rubbed off on me. All the young ones have spent time learning their numbers and letters. Alexis, the oldest girl has a good mind for keeping things organized and the oldest boy has had a little training in the militia." He runs his hand over his chin for a second and then continues, "Of course there's all the basic skills a person learns working with the land; building your own cabin, hunting, working with animals, basic woodworking, all of that."

He then let's a smile cross his face and he looks at his wife and chuckles, "And Andrea is an excellent cook. Once we get settled you'll have to get a taste of her berry pie."

At her husband's words, Mrs. Meyerson laughs with him and adds, "That's if you can beat Fulton here to it. I swear the man can eat a whole pie in one sitting."


Hearing Alaina's question, Meyerson's face turns a bit sad. With a slight shake of his head he turns to her and says, "Fate, politics, greed, magic, or the simple mean-spirited nature of some of those in power. Could be all of these or only one that truly put my family and I on this new, unexpected path.”

His eyes take on a bit of a faraway look as his relates his tale, ”The people of my family had worked the same land for over three generations under House Rogarvia. The lords were hard, but fair in most cases and we were honest folk doing good, solid work. The land gave and we were proper caretakers."

"It seemed to start as soon as the Vanishing happened. Our crops started slowly failing. Not all at once, but a little here, a little there. No matter what I tried the land simply stopped giving. Others who were loyal to the old family found themselves in the same situation.” His wife reaches over and pats him lightly on the shoulder, the memories obviously still painful for them both.

”What made it all worse was good Lord Nikolai Surtova, a distant cousin of the king and lord of our village, kept raising our tithes. Soon enough our debts were too much, the land did not provide, and I was either forced to sell or put myself and family in indentured servitude."

His voice grows fierce with passion as he continues, “I’ll pay my debts under honest circumstances, but whatever was happening on that land wasn’t natural or normal. I’d swear it by Erastil’s bow. And rather than becomes slaves to those usurpers we packed up and decided to take are chances in the south. At least we’ll know who are enemies truly are.”

Listening to his father’s story the oldest boy rides over, full of the fiery and passionate emotion of youth and adds, ”Someday we’ll get our revenge on those Surtovan swine...“ But before he can say much more, his mother hushes him and sends him to check on his younger brother.

Looking at his son with sad eyes Meyerson says, ”He’s a good lad, but takes after his great granddad. Heart full of fire, but not enough good sense in his head to temper the flames.”

"But enough of our sad tale, what set you on this path into the unknown?"