As the days are passing the bard keeps returning to continue his work in the future map room. The painting on the floor soon turns into a detailed map of Amia, while the new tapestries on the wall show the map of Faerun and the known surrounding lands.
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Rania delivers all of the plushies she promised for the raffle, then checks on the crops, giving a satisfied nod to some while rooting out weeds at others. She never talks much while working, and departs each time after working for a few hours.
After an inspection through the fields with Matthew and Kronaux and some discussion on how to use them best, Hazamir spreads a simple carpet in one of the already constructed rooms and soon falls asleep on it, covered by his cloak and a thick blanket.
A finished poster is added to the larger notice board out front.
Several elaborate postings find them selves on notice boards all through out Cordor, Kohlingen the Dale, Warftown, the Ruin Hill Sanctuary, and Kampos,
Well-Wishers and Do-Gooders Welcome!
~Map to the Sanctuary~
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"It's easy to feel like a hero. It's a little harder to be one."
Late in the afternoon, the goldsmith Lars Duskbrin came by the sanctuary. He'd seem focused on only one task - detailing a particularly large piece of silver armour. The task would not be an easy or short one. Over the course of the next tenday, Lars would make stops to work on the armour for about four hours each day.
The first two days would be spent milgraining the edges of the armour, creating a beaded effect, each bead about half an inch in diameter and bordered on the outer and inner edge by slightly raised metal. There was no rushing in what was done, and the attention to detail and perfection in the work could be seen in each raised bead effect in the armour. All were precisely the same width, same height, evenly spaced, and perfectly round.
Next came another two days of work, this time creating a large embossed symbol of Bahamut on the chestplate. The traditional five-point star centered a bit to the top right of a milky nebula of stars. The star would have been polished with extra effort to make it shine, whereas the nebula was more satin textured, with small and large stars dotted throughout with careful engraving, and the tracing of nebular patterns in the background.
Then came the most labour intensive work. Six days of it. Three inches from the now milgrained edges, an extremely intricate and painstakingly engraved patterning of weaving vines. The vines, the leaves both large and small, thin and wide, not a single point of the design was repeated, from one side to the other. Sometimes during this period, Lars spent a few extra hours in the day to design, sometimes taking more than an hour for just a few inches of work. The vines weren't just engraved in haste, every part of them was also hand engraved for texture to the point that even the veins could be seen in every leaf.
When it was all completed, Lars spent nearly a whole day not doing any more work on it, but rather inspecting all the work he had done, for there was no harsher critic of his work than himself. Finally pleased, he'd leave it back on display within the sanctuary.
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Rania would wander by the sanctuary late in the afternoon, once the day's heat begins to die down. She spends until the final rays of the sun have sank below the horizon checking on the crops and animals before opening a portal and vanishing into the night.
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A curious bard would of wound up in Ruin hill after following Matthew. He looks around the area happily, as Matthew digs around his own campsite. After receiving a scroll from him, he is on his is way swiftly after with a smile and a whistle.
The letter is revived by a young woman who takes it inside. A query of return contact is left for the deliverer whom ever that may be, if such is attainable or possible.
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"It's easy to feel like a hero. It's a little harder to be one."
After death and destruction hist the small work camp out side a very sad time comes as dead animals are collected and placed in to boxes. It isn't long before the vast quantity of animals are skinned, scaled, and plucked and cooked. As all the work is soon finished each bit of food is now packed in to small containers and the cities needy are paid visits... Chicken, Rabbit and Fish are handed out to though in need and those who are hungry.
Bunny hides are added to a trough and prepared to be made in to leather... The areas where animals once were are cleaned and tended to and a winged man gets to work with a shovel shortly after to fix the un even ground.
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"It's easy to feel like a hero. It's a little harder to be one."
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A heavily robbed man adventured around Ruin Hill. There was no visible skin of himself, his hands were folded behind his back at all times. He stepped softly, wearing open-toed sandals. There wasn't much this particular individual wanted aside looking over the lands curiously.
The terraces them selves housed farming plots. A building stood where ruins once were, an Abby of sorts is what it appeared like. Cozy and small. Across the caves entrance was a small healing herb garden. There was a work camp in place out side open for use of a forge, anvil, and wood working area.
Animals seemed to be missing however.
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"It's easy to feel like a hero. It's a little harder to be one."
In short order among the following week a new encampment finds it's self posted once again atop the ruin hill. It is a work camp of sorts but no construction seems to be taking place one the lands around say for the few plots of land and earth up turned for planting. Seeds and sprout-lings being tended to all the while.
It would seem the winged man was oft to visit and tend to plants here or work on small projects in the peace of the wild.
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"It's easy to feel like a hero. It's a little harder to be one."
Soon after the winged man's return a little golden scaled fellow would often be seen with him. Happily tending to plants, offering up ideas, and always seeming to be in a cheery mood greeting those that happen by.
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Black Thorn Cult rune stones start showing up around Ruin Hill, sometimes in the middle of camp when it's been unoccupied for a while. So far though, no traps...
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