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The rotund halfling well known as Nof would be in a fine mood indeed.

Rubbing his hands in glee he'd relate to everyone polite enough to listen about his joy at Theadric and crew, which he will advice, entering into the Amian wargames and his confidence in 'sound defensive strategy' winning the day for Bendir Dale.

After hearing Nof talking about the matter for the sixth time on the same day Fendel the barkeep and Jillian Bashere don't seem to share Nofs delightfull glee anymore with Jillian grumbling about putting an old sock in Nofs mouth when he starts about it again.

Breazy and Lyam Thornhill seem terrible close, or so the hins gossip back and forth over their crops and cups of tea. Rumor has it that just last eve the mayor was seen snuggled on the tall hins lap or against his side with his arm around her. It also said that she obviously prefer to be in his company then do her job. Some tongue clucking follows and good natured smiles that promise ribbing for the couple in the days to come.

Theadric rarely seems to be smiling at all. Only ever cracking a smile when seeing Rosary, other than that, he's usually seen glancing around cautiously, worriedly and never with out his kukri a few inches from hand. He's clearly paranoid about something. Even people he usually calls friends wouldn't feel welcome in his presence. Any that approached him with something that wasn't totally needing his attention would be nodded at, then met with a silent stare until they left, at which point he'd resume his uncomfortable glancing around. More than just a couple of people approaching him would see that he didn't want to be spoken to.

A lady in exquisite white shaded silk gown, which sleeves were covered with soft rabbit fur and finely decorated with small emerald stones sewed in catching the light as the lady her way to Bendir Dale and to the Hin Inn. Remaining rather aloof, the moon elven noble can be heard and seen renting largest available room from the hin, until her departure which is left open. Having shown to the room and her belongings carried there, the noble settles down inside for a moment, before sen leaving the room.

Outside the elf is seen placing multiple notices to the board before leaving the village. Eventually returning and mainly keeping to herself, not making visible effort to contact the citizens. If approached, she would greet them with pleasant, yet in polite manner and in elven tongue.

Allia would be regularly seen just outside Bendir growing resources for the Dale.
Her initial focus on papyrus seems to have made place for the growth of cotton. Despite her novice experience in growing the crop, she seems to have patience to spare, only restarting over when a plant fails to produce anything. Her milky gaze often turned upwards to the skies during work. Often smiling without any visible cause.

The day before the town hall meeting Breazy and Jannah spend the day shut in Breazy's turf home behind the orchard. Any that came to disturb them would have smelt that unmistakable scent of halfling pipeweed that became stronger and stronger as they approached the door. It seemed everyone decided against bothering the two and simply didn't knock. The next day it was a very hung over mayor that attending the town hall meeting.

The hurt and anger of the past few days seem to have left Breazy's face and been replaced by a determined stubborn look that cause some of the older kinfolk to chuckle and begin to speculate on what the impulsive mayor has in mind now.

Though normally hard at work either at home, in town hall, or abroad trying to advocate Bendir Dales interest, or lack there of, when not buried in meetings or paperwork and people ask where they might find the mayor the citizens hard at work planting and caring for crop will pause and smile, saying, " Bout a cat length from Lyam I'd bet," and simply go back to work.

Theadric can be seen sat in the apple tree beside his tree. By sat I mean hanging upside down from his curled knees over a branch, dangling and just staring. He seems content, calm and relatively happy. Like he has no problems, when he dismounts the tree by simply letting go a leg at a time and landing on his feet. He looked weightless.

He heads to the carts and disappears towards Cordor. When returning, he carries a large chocolate ice cream sundae, obviously something from Okappas. He takes it to his home with a grin, but he doesn't look hungry at all.

A new face walks through Bendir Dale. Some may have met the hin known as Max. He walks a little taller today and shows off his new red boots to everyone he meets, obviously very proud. After a bit of socializing, he heads to the Hin Inn for his second breakfast.

A modest and unassuming turf house in the northwestern corner of the Dale that was previously unoccupied now sports a gold and green painted wooden sign on the door. A pair of mud-caked workboots coated in what appears to be sawdust stand guard on the front steps. The sign on the door reads "Cobcruncher".

Allia's peaceful gardening was interrupted this day by a cloud of darkness accompanied by the cry "For Bhaal". The first would not have bothered her nor the second; was it not shortly followed by steel piercing her flesh. The single strike did substantial damage causing the young woman to perish on the spot.

A rapiermaster, paladin and aasimar witnessed the event and were at first dazed by what occurred. A search of the area yielded no result and the outcry of the perpetrator seems to be the only clue to the reason. The woman was restored to life and brought to the Salandran Temple for treatment by the hands of a brunette priestess and further recovery.

No one hears or sees Breazy for days. Those that go by the house see it empty and abandoned. It seems she's simply left though it seems the elders may know more then they are saying.

Meanwhile Allia has returned to the Dale seemingly in good health and spirits.
She does make sure to stay within the town walls.

In between arranging the first few shipments to Guldorand to honor the new trade agreement, the town treasurer would spend a few hours waiting outside the Mayor's abandoned house before giving up and heading back to work. After balancing the town's various books, she spends more time at the hin inn grumbling over one thing or another to no one in particular before stumbling up to her room of a night looking utterly miserable.

After a jovial time in the Hinn Inn, a familiar face around the Dale is seen moving about in a new way. Young Peburry Oldfur, tenderly called "Pebs" or "Pebblesnatch" by other Dale residents, had previously been seen everywhere about the Dale - one of the youngest members of the Oldfur Clan and niece of Fendel, the barkeep of the Hinn Inn. She had been born and raised in Bendir Dale, and just last month she had her twentieth birthday, transitioning into adulthood at long last.

And today there was a bit of a buzz as little Pebbles went out, ready to take on the world - or at least try to find her first adventure. She was gone from the Dale for much longer than planned, but when she came back, she came with tales of red-skinned Tallers and ochre jellies and goblin hordes. Her embellishment is obvious, but she tells her wild tales with a jovial grin, eager to make her people smile at the very least.

Following her adventure, she spends a good portion of the day helping her uncle tend to the inn - brewing drinks, baking pies and placing "Not For Nof" labels on any pie out in the open, and cleaning up after a particularly rowdy group of patrons.

But she becomes a more regular face amongst the adventurer types, seeming eager to find her niche so she can help keep her home safe in these otherwise trying times.

Throughout the day, Max can be seen walking the town, standing guard outside the gates and sadly, carrying a body out of town. He tries to keep a smile on his face, but, hearing news of the Mayor, makes that even more difficult.

At the end of the day, surrounded by a couple of hins and three visitors to Bendir Dale, Max sets up a campfire, some blankets, pillows, and his favorite stool. He offers for everyone to gather around, and puts out some drinks for them. He then pulled out his lute, and sang a bit for those gathered.

Afterward, he commented on how the town could use a little "happy", especially today.

Later last night, after running about on her "adventures", young Pebbles Oldfur may have been seen disappearing into the cellar of the Hinn Inn. She stayed there for quite some time and when she emerged again there was a certain skip in her step and a jovial smile on her face. Her blue-green eyes were filled with joyous excitement, with an added intensity that hadn't been there before. Additionally, to those who might notice such a thing, she gradually developed a subtle sheen over her skin, giving her already tanned skin a vaguely shimmering appearance. Perhaps she found some kind of moisturizer to help with the itch she'd developed!

Or perhaps not, since she still scratches at her jaw a bit into the next days as she helps her uncle around the inn.

Shipments of lumber and stone appear to come carried by the cart services, fresh from Guldorand, it would seem. The trade deal with them appears to be going smoothly, so far.

A rather pleased Allia would make her way to Fendel the barkeep and show him a signed piece of paper which, in flarish gnome font, would say Gulliver Goldwoods. "I've happened to meet Mister Acorn and have told him Miss Breazy left and also asked him to come back as Keeper of the Land. He said he would consider this." The same piece of paper would afterwards be handed General Nof with the same message.

That news would please Nof to the point of giving a round in the hin Inn.

A gnome with pale skin and dark hair seems to have taken interest in the Dale recently. When he walks an unnatural wind seems to carry along his way, wrinkling his mustache in a breeze that simply shouldn't be there. After a chat with Souris and Jannah, he can be seen extensively washing his bellybutton in the lake.

After that he seems to generally be a nuisance, having no money to pay for anything and offering to paint pictures of the proprietors of various establishments instead of paying for whatever he needs. He often paints these pictures regardless of the answer and leaves them in the establishment, even if they choose not to give him a free meal.

Ando is clearly just a well dressed vagrant.

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...and so the pair tear through Bendir Dale outside the wall, the young girl in red and gold trailing fire in her inhumanly quick wake as she apparently tries to escape him, and yet the dark figure keeps up easily, even getting in a barehanded blow by the bridge for those keen enough to follow their progress across the isle. Only moments later they disappear into orc lands to the south, where thunder rumbles ominously over and over as flashes of light pierce the night sky before the commotion fades into the distance...

Continued here...

A certain taller, who also happens to be a citizen, that actually spends a great deal of time in the little village in the center of the island, seems to be spending less time in that said village. The worn grass at the corner of the wall that surrounds the village, where the taller can often be found, grows a bit longer, with his big feet not there as much, to crush and kill the innocent blades of grass, that he stands upon, when he stood there. Some, if they were near enough to hear any mutters about why he was there less, may, or may not, hear things along the line of "being in the way", "bringing trouble", and "bad luck". The taller still makes his way through the village, on his way to wherever taller rangers go, and do what they do, which there seem to be quite a lot of misconceptions about, but he ignores that, probably because of the butterfly distracting him.

Theadric limped through the town to his home, with an arm in a sling and a leg in bandaging held straight by a plank to act as support. His head and forearms to fingers are caked in mud. He'd keep his head down all the way through, avoiding attention or worse, interaction. What ever hit him, hurt him. Though he seems stable.

Some might note that as far as white haired hin still shows up in the Dale every now and then, to talk with the folks or just linger outside the gates, she's not seen there as often as she used to be.

Sometimes she stays in the hin inn for a night or two, but apparently most of the time she's somewhere else.

A rather proud looking Allia could be seen looking for the elderly woman that carries the name Annalee. Besides her usual rosewood walking staff, the young woman was also carefully holding a small folded note. This very note was handed over to Annalee with a few words before Allia went back to her gardening duties.

It seems at least one citizen is pleased to vote for the next mayor of the Dale.

And she wasn't the only one though Annalee seemed especially endeared at Allia's vote, giving the blind woman a delicious slice of pie after she got her vote.

The threats looming ahead seemed to have galvanised the Dale and most if not all adults cast their vote at some point during the week.

A number of public letters are placed up on the Dale's noticeboard - assuming there is such a thing.

Max can be seen sitting near the fountain, holding his guitar. He's not wearing armor, just clothing. In his eyes is a far away look, like something is weighing heavy on his mind. Every so often, his fingers pluck at a string, but, there's no real music to speak of.

With a sigh, he mutters something, low, but audible, "When did we become the same as those that hurt us? No mercy.... no reasoning. I'm just not ready to accept that. Nearly everyone -can- be reasoned with. How are we supposed to help anything if we kill first, and ask questions later? Might be time for that hard decision...."

With the recent return of the adorable bardess by the name of Juliette DeLorai, the Hin Inn is graced with many a performance of late. When not performing on stage, she is found most often 'on' the bar telling stories, drinking, juggling, or dancing with anyone who would like to join her. Apparently having found good fortune on her travels and adventures, numerous bar rounds are ordered each night by her. Clearly to encourage a rise in uninhibited behavior among the halfing community.

Likely related to her return, Mayor Nof was sent a delicious freshly baked blueberry pie. Anyone fortunate enough to have a piece, would find their lips and tongue colored a fine regal blue for the next several days. Fendel on the other hand spends a whole night with a note stuck to his back that reads "Give me a big smooch!" in big letters.

Some might remember that this particular harlequin was one half of the dynamic duo that organized the incredible successful Histronic Harlequin Haunt Storytelling Union Storytelling Union. Her partner having been none other than former major and mischief-maker extradionare Johanna Hardingale. As a reminder of the 'good ol' days', a portrait of them is hung up in the Hin Inn.

It depicits Jules and Johanna standing next to one another on the Twilight Stage of the Triumvir with their arms around their backs. Johanna has a mischevious grin on her face, while the other halfling lady appears to be squealing in suprise of something.

A gnome is seen about the settlement taking measurements of various structures and natural formations while muttering to himself. Occasionally he is seen pulling out and peering into various devices as he moves from area to are in the settlement, using small tools to extricate bits of rock, dirt, and wood to analyze them, occasionally placing the samples into small marked containers in his white labcoat and writing down notes on a pad of paper with some charcoal.

Allia is not to be seen outside these days, remaining inside her room in the inn with a scarce visit to the common room. It seems she has caught a cold, possibly from tending her crops outside during the bountiful rain that fell the last weeks. It doesn't seem to be that bad, so she should be back up an out in a few days.

Some Baldorfs would visit Alia, bringing her honey and tea to help speed up recovery.

*A certain gnome has been seen gathering cuttings of various wild flowers and seeds around the dale. Some he takes as samples, others he seems to be replanting along the sides of the roads and walls*

*Max could be seen chatting with Jayek and various other members of the Greenspan Clan, simply trying to get to know them all better, small talk, stories of past adventures, that sort of thing. If he saw Lorabella, he would remind her of her dinner invitation and with an impish grin ask her when?*

It seems the Baldorf honey and tea did the job and Allia was quite pleased with their little visits breaking up the monotone days in the bed taking each chance to ask about the crops and the harvest. The story night lured her out of the sickbed and she is back up since; to be found at the usual patch of crops she tends.

*Jamian is seen outside the school house every so often writing a book. When asked about it, he explains it's the basics of Natural Philosophy and the Scientific Method, he hopes to donate it to the Schoolhouse once it's done*

This particular morning saw a finely dressed grey-haired and mustached human magician emerge from the Hin Inn. The sometimes-visitor to the Dale took a slow and thoughtful stroll about the village, before stopping at the fountain. Speaking briefly with an elfling wizard, he then adjourned with her to the town hall.

It would appear the perhaps known wizard had some official business with the Dale.

Sometime later that same evening, the inn saw more visitors. This time, it was the Dale's regular visitors "Mr. Baldy" and "Mrs. Not-So-Baldy" (according to Rosary!) - a.k.a. Kehurin and Cynthia So-Arinthn. Sitting at the same table was a Lieutenant of the Cordorian guard force, Elisa Fryar. For anyone who might have been listening in on the conversation, the subject at hand seemed to have been about the issue of their separate banishments from Cordor some years ago. All three remained rather calm and respectful toward each other during their talk, with the couple and the lieutenant bidding each other safe travels and such upon parting ways.

A known face, female hin wearing blue clothes can be seen passing through Bendir lands every now and then. She's unusually quiet and barely responding to any greetings. She looks like a shadow of a person she used to be.

A familiar face is once again seen outside outside the gates of Bendir Dale. Comfortable and welcoming seats are placed around a fire, and a large pot of vegetable stew simmers in the background. With her normal cheerful and friendly manner Breazy welcomes visitors to sit and visit offering ol'fashion hin hospitality and sharing stories or jokes with whomever wishes to join.

[Kerim stands outside the gate of the Dale for hours and hours.]

Young Pebbles Oldfur has not been seen running about the Dale or the Inn as she usually is. In fact, it's been some time since her jovial face has been about at all. It is not immediately clear why this is the case, but perhaps members of her family can shed light on the matter, for those who may be curious.

((I've been insanely busy with RL and a new job, so I'm doing this with Pebbles for now! I'll write more and maybe convince Hudson to write some NPC chatter regarding what happened, if people are interested enough!))

Liliana had been spending an increasing amount of time in the town hall, usually sitting at the writing desk just inside the door. She'd only leave to pick up mugs of mead and plates of muffins from the inn, or to send off and check for letters, before returning to continue her writing.

Pebbles was seen briefly by anyone who may have been in the Hinn Inn early this morning. She wandered out into the main room, a bandage wrapped around her head and a dazed look in her eyes. As her round little mother, Janora Oldfur, spotted her and rushed to her side, Pebbles managed to slur out something about wanting a drink before she was carefully ushered back to the hallway from whence she came. Some time later, Janora came back out to fetch a bottle of milk from Fendel before returning down the hall.

A half burnt, half dour looking dwarf had been visiting the town more than usual of late, spending time looking over the walls, hills and surrounding land. He was relaxing with a drink after a protracted period of such, enjoying an ale whilst he was taking notes. Seeing the plight of the young halfling lass.... he would go to visit her when he had finished his notes. Spending a little time conversing with the young halfling, he would advise her not to headbutt rocks afore leaving. A gift would be left with her mother however, a bottle of Dwarven Ale for when she was recovered enough for it.

A hin known as Fosco comes running back to the Dale from the south early in the morning cursing endlessly about "fekkin' tallers", having to get someone to remove two negatively charged darts from his rear before getting some awkward bandaging.

His story is all over the place as he goes on about being assaulted and falsely accused in Cordor. Considering the amount of angry profanity though, he'd find himself grumbling alone over a bottle of mead.

Having neglected to do it yet, a certain hin signed himself into the ledger of Bendir Dale for citizenship.

Fosco Slyfox, 23
Lightfoot hin
Originally from.. everywhere!

In the evening, nearing the end of a hot summer day, the breeze picks up and cools the villagers of Bendir Dale. The sounds of labor and construction have faded on the breeze, and weary people clean off the efforts of their teamwork, before devouring a hearty meal. Some will pass out soon after eating, and a few others will ponder the day a while, before they succumb to the sweet teasings of sleep.

One of the helpers, a taller, slips away to the forest, or perhaps a cool pond in a shadowy grove, to refresh himself. On his way back, he stops dead in front of the hut where Terenie always has something ready for the druids and rangers. He can't help but raid the pantry, slip out of the Vale, and head back south.

The maybe familiar taller enters the North Gate, past the merchant stalls, and over to the cave. He chuckles at the sign, and moves over to the little alcove, next to the cave entrance, where he sets up a very simple camp, with no fire. The human sits down and munches on some random things, and looks out at the view he knew so long ago. He smiles on occasion, as a passing memory comes to mind, and he lays down with his feet in the tent, looking up at the stars. Sleep comes easy, and holds him close for an extended time this night.

Upon waking, when sleep decides to leave him, the young man tries ...and fails, to stretch, the soreness of the previous day lets him know to take it easy. But, it is a good sore.

*The build site was quite a buzz with a swarm of onlookers, most knowing better then getting close to the few who actually worked. Large elementals seemed to assist as a pack of dwarves turned one poor tree who was in the way into kindling. Most of those onlookers did donate some good food or a cool drink to the actual workers though to show their appreciation of their hard work for the Dale.

Slowly a small tower arose in the corner of the walled township, it maybe wasn't the smoothest or best build tower of Amia but it was build by hard working residents and the engineers and workers had done a fine job, the tower would serve the towns needs (hopefully.)*

People might be noticing a large granite golem with 6 yellow gem eyes and shaped like a Grey Render was now tramping about the Dale under the orders of either Nof or Theadric. It appears that the Dale has recieved it's first Golem defender.

[IC] Life Happenings in Bendir Dale

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