Darkmoon Vale is a sparely populated region of wilderness in the northern part of the country of Andoran. Toweing over the northern border of Darkmoon Vale is Droskar's Crag, a huge volcano that erupted in a massive exposion called The Rending almost a thousand years ago. Although it continues to emit occasional puffs of smoke from it's two craters, dwarven volcanoligists assure concerned Andoran citizens that a major eruption is not imminent.
The town Falcon's Hollow rests perilously close to the infamous Darkmoon Wood, and Droskar's Crag casts shadow of gloom over the desperate souls who call Falcon's Hollow home.
Falcon's Hollow is little more than a lumber camp, being entirely owned by the Lumber Consortium, who cut down logs in Darkmoon Wood and ship them off to more civilized regions to the south.
Background for Thimble:
Background for Asther:
Many people in town are sick with an affliction that seems to be going around. While the malady is not exceptionally deadly, poor conditions and a general lack of supplies mean that many of the sick - especially the elderly and the young - can die of it.
Creeping ivy and full window boxes cover the front of a rugged looking two-story shop bearing the faded sign "Roots and Remedies".
You are at Roots and Remedies, the herb shop. A line of about twenty townsfolk - some with pale, wheezing children, others near tears - stretches from the open door. You are both in line next to each other.
Asther says to Thimble Monarch "Hi, I'm Asther. I am a member of the Greenfire Circle for druids.I was sent here to try and save my sick parents. But, well its to late. So, what's your reason?"
Asther:
Don't forget about your hawk. Where is it and what is her name?
Asther say to Thimble "So,well, why I am here is to get special herbs for my aunt. She's very sick.I must retrive these herbs, I can't afford to lose another family member. So, why are you here?"
"Hi Asther, Im here to get herbs for my sick mother.Shes not doing to well Im afraid to say.I could use some work to get my mind off things.If you need any help let me know."Thimble says to Asther.
They line moves slowly along.
The line is so slow it takes almost an hour to reach the door of the herb shop.
Asther continues to talk to Thimble. "At least I'll always have my companion here. She is a GreenFire Circle Hawk. Her name Dena."
"A hawk you say? Hmmmmmmmm Ive chopped a few trees down with hawks in 'em.Im glad this one made it."
They line moves slowly along.
The line is so slow it takes almost an hour to reach the door of the herb shop.
Yeah I read it.Thanks for making me a lumberjack.Lumberjacks are COOL
"Ummmmm Asther I must ask.why do you have a hawk?"
"A hawk you say? Hmmmmmmmm Ive chopped a few trees down with hawks in 'em.Im glad this one made it."
Asther laughs then speaks "
"Yeah. I found her in a trap. Poachers were going to kill her. But I rescued her. I can't go anywhere without her. She will follow me everywhere! But i don't mind it. I love her like I would love anyone in my family, even though the only one left is my dying aunt. Don't worry, that's why I'm here. To save my aunt."So, tree chopping you say, you must be a lumberjack, am I right?"
"Ummmmm Asther I must ask.why do you have a hawk?"
"Why do I have a hawk? Well, interesting question. See, my whole life I wasn't plannig on having a hawk. Of course, being a Druid, i love ALL animals. But I found her, and well here she is"
"Yes,yes Im a lumber jack. The weakest and youngest out of all of 'em."
"Im only 16"He says"the others are 34 and older"
Once inside Roots and Remedies, the smell of burnt earth and incense chokes the air of the cramped, mud-tracked shop. There is thin, stern-looking woman with spectacles, and her hair pulled back into a bun, behind the counter. Beside her is a pot loudly bubbling and frothing away.
Besides the other people in line in front of you, you also notice a tall, grim faced man sitting on a stool in the shop. He is wearing rough travel -tained clothes and a long, dark-green cloak. There is a big bow next to him and a longsword at his side. His gaze lingers on you for a second when he sees you come in.
Weak? Lumberjacks are not weak? Well, I shouldn't be talking, I no nothing about lumberjacks. There is a reason. I'm a druid, and well love all Nature, so don't like people chopping trees unless they really need it. But I'm sure you have lots of good reasons. In fact my house is made of wood"
Thimble whispers to Asther" I dont trust that guy over there,he gave me The Eye
"Well, Thimble, if your a lumberjack and only 16, that means your VERY strong for your age, thats very good for a barbarian."
"I never said I was weak, I said I was the weakest.No,no Im not weak."
"Thanks"
Thimble whispers to Asther" I dont trust that guy over there,he gave me The Eye
"The eye. Well, I don't know why. To tell you the truth, I dont trust him either."
Asther is in line before Thimble. When she finally gets to the counter, Lauren, the woman behind the counter, impatiently says
"And what's your problem?"
Asther says to Lauren "Well, my aunt is very sick, and I need to get her herbs as soon as possible."
Asther turns around to Thimble and shrugs her shoulders.
Asther says to Lauren "Well, my aunt is very sick, and I need to get her herbs as soon as possible."
"Well, does she have the blackscour taint that everyone else around here seems to have?"
Asther says to Lauren "Well, my aunt is very sick, and I need to get her herbs as soon as possible.""Well, does she have the blackscour taint that everyone else around here seems to have?"
"Yes, I think so, but we're not entirely sure yet. All we know is that she is very ill."
"Yes, I think so, but we're not entirely sure yet. All we know is that she is very ill."
"She probably has it. It is caused by a fungus in the water. You can try to give her this; it wont do her any harm, anyway."
Laurel fills up a bottle with the concoction from the bubbling pot.
"That will be five silvers." she says handing Asther the bottle.
Asther sighs. "Thanks, will this help her?" Asther begins to cry. "I'm sorry, here." Asther hands Lauren five silvers. Asther then wipes her tears off.
Asther then steps to the side and waits for Thimble. Asther still has a few tears.
Laurel looks up at Thimble:
"Yes?" she asks impatiently.
As Asther is standing to the side of the counter waiting for Thimble, the man sitting on the stool gets up and approaches her.
"May I have a word with you, good druid?" he asks her. Although his face is rugged, his voice is gentle and melodious, bearing no trace of malice.
"My name is Vartan Shankwell. You are of the Greenfire Circle?"
"See I'm here to get herbs for my sick mother, she is very sick."
"Got anything that might cure her of this horrid disease?"
As Asther is standing to the side of the counter waiting for Thimble, the man sitting on the stool gets up and approaches her.
"May I have a word with you, good druid?" he asks her. Although his face is rugged, his voice is gentle and melodious, bearing no trace of malice.
"My name is Vartan Shankwell. You are of the Greenfire Circle?"
"Yes I am, but If you want to talk to me, you'll have to talk to me right here. Because I am waiting for someone."
"Yes If am, but I you want to talk to me, you'll have to talk to me right here. Because I am waiting for someone."As Asther is standing to the side of the counter waiting for Thimble, the man sitting on the stool gets up and approaches her.
"May I have a word with you, good druid?" he asks her. Although his face is rugged, his voice is gentle and melodious, bearing no trace of malice.
"My name is Vartan Shankwell. You are of the Greenfire Circle?"
"You shouldn't be rude to the man he's bein' nice to ya' Asther."
"You shouldn't be rude to the man he's bein' nice to ya' Asther.""Yes If am, but I you want to talk to me, you'll have to talk to me right here. Because I am waiting for someone."As Asther is standing to the side of the counter waiting for Thimble, the man sitting on the stool gets up and approaches her.
"May I have a word with you, good druid?" he asks her. Although his face is rugged, his voice is gentle and melodious, bearing no trace of malice.
"My name is Vartan Shankwell. You are of the Greenfire Circle?"
"I'm just telling him that I won't go any where, I'm waiting for you. I'm not trying to be mean."
"o"Thimble says relising he was defending the man who gave him The Eye
"I'm sorry for my behavior Varten. I'm am just mad because, well, the reason were all here." So, sorry"
Thim whispers to Asther"Whats The Hawk think of him?Hawks have The Eye, they created it."