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*As the Dale is mostly vacant, Egan is tapped to deliver a coffer of coins to the dwarfs. He knows they, the council, must be desperate if they are sending him. He treks off to the Dwarfs isle and in the freezing cold delivers the coffer to one Glother Goldbuckle*

//delivered 1,335,000

*Egan helped the first wagons get to Khalem..then returned to keep the Militia fed. He can be heard hounding the Council to host a banquet in Khalem as well as any other hin he sees*

Oye..our folk need a celebration...an it might 'elp ter smooth over em wha live in the area..ter see we ent stayin an we be good neighbors...

*the note is take by the gate Militiaman to Cindle to deliver...he returns and eyes the hillside where the arrow was fired from*

*cindle pens a note and sends it to Lyam, Nina, and the Council members*

Muck calls any and all Hin that are able to meet to attend this meeting...he seeks out Nina to act as the Dales representative.

Grymia wrote:

Another letter is sent to the appropriate people:

A time and place has been chosen to meet in preparation:

((Sunday, November 21st, 2030 Hrs Eastern Standard Time))

I ask all involved send representation as best as possible, that the plan might be explained, and all logistical issues hammered out.

In advance, I'd like to ask each group, especially those I have named as primarily responsible for the Disjoining rituals have an estimate if they will have need of Arcanists, Fighting sorts, or both for when this matter is to be finally resolved, so that unassigned people can be placed to the best effect.

Tuomas Valo

//where is it to be held?

// .. Doi.. Should've added 'The Monolith' was the place intended.

*Finding Nof, Nina informs him of the notices she kees finding upon the Dale.* "I know it's a bit rough with things as they are, but please see that the Regulars keep an eye out for miscreants looking to encroach on the Dale, if ya can. Oh! And have ya had time to meet the twins yet?" *She smiles merrily like only a new mother can.*

The War Knights offer their services to Bendir Dale. We will help in any way we can. The friendship between our Ex-Warlord Crunch and the hin of Bendir Dale will not be forgotten.

Tell us what you would have us do and we shall do it.

-Signed
Warlord Calin Katar.

A messenger from the Mulhorandi of the Khalem and Djedet arrives. He barely utters a word delivering a notice to the relevant authorities in charge of the evacuation.

Em-Hotep Folk of Bendir Dale,

If we had known you would bring vagrant soldiery unto our lands, they who did not seek permission, that would turn away the rightful people of the Khalem river delta we would not have been so forthright in allowing you the privledge of sanctuary upon the Holy Sands of Mulhorand.

We would advise you reconsider the enroachment of the War Knights upon our territories. Such trespasse and offence shall not be tolerated by those taking succour within the borders of the Empire. If you wish to retain the services of the War Knight faction of Amia then we request you immediately withdraw to the encampment of Hasrabet.

Our principle has explained the 'Maat' to your peoples, or attempted to, you do your race and the folk of Amia a disservice by dishonouring our favor in such a manner.

The House of Osirant
Speaker for the Pharoah, May he live forever.
Djedet

*Nina blinks, reading the notice twice*
"War Knights are guarding our town folk in Khem!?"
*She pulls out her wand and hits the button, taking her to Djedet, looking for a speaker for the House of Osirant asking them to come with her before proceeding to Khalem to get to the bottom of what this sudden news is all about*

*Nof smiles warmly at the Captain and nods that he has*
They be nice fine young ones Captain. You be doing us proud. As Yondalla is mother and protector...so to have you been for us here.

I'll make sure word gets out to the Militia Regulars to look for them signs on their patrols. They should speak to the folk around the area and see if we can get a description of theis fellow.

*nods to her and props his feet up near the fire in his home and offers her a cookie*

//sorry missed this one ^^;
*Nina considers the note for some time before sending a reply.*

Shaman Bucktooth,
We are willing to meet with you to discuss the present stance of the Dale regarding Bucktooth passage on our lands. Please leave word with one of our guards as to a time that is free for you. We can meet on the south hill.
~Nina Thorrow-Meadowlark
Co-Captain of the Bendir Dale Irregulars

*She graciously accepts the cookie and spends some time reminiscing with the General before going on her way to return to her family and get some well earned rest.*

Over the next few days, Tuomas queries about the remaining folk of Bendir Dale if there is anyone who has heard of a place known as Dicho's Shrine, in or near Bendir Dale.

He explains that he would like to study it for possible relevancy to the Obelisk affair , and also would like to see if he could get any background on it, before carrying out a more thorough arcane analysis where it is supposed to be.

// can meet you IG if you like tonight.

// That'd actually be great.

*Over the two days following her meeting with the new Bucktooth shaman, Nina notifies the other leaders in the Dale that for a trial period of exactly three tendays ((For 3 weeks, starting November 26th and ending December 17th)), the Bucktooths will be allowed to use the main road, and only the main road. If they prove troublesome at all, the ban will be enforced immediately once more from the time of the incident. If the trial period passes without incident, then she will once again meet with Shaman Sky Caller once again and negotiate a more permanent lift of the ban. She reassures them all that this effects the main road only, and that no Bucktooth is to be permitted entrance to the main town. Furthermore, she informs them that while she has her doubts as to whether the goblin she spoke with was telling the truth about its tribe's intentions, she thought the arrangement the smartest way to avoid them entering forcibly, given the present split of protective forces between the Dale and the Khalem River camp. Besides, they can only blame themselves if they muck it up once again.*

Tuomas arranges a room atthe Inn for the Short term, sitting and carefully preparing some spells from his book.

The first is 'Analyze Dweaomer' , a Sixth Circle advanced magical divination that he hopes will help him detect even a latent portal's presence.

The second, is 'Dimensional Lock' , an 8th Circle Abjuration meant to completely ward against extra planar travel into the 'Locked' area.

The third, is 'Legend Lore' , a Sixth Circle divination that would be intended to help him garner further information about the nearby "Dicho's Shrine."

After finishing these, he went to rest for the time being, preparing.

~If the legend lore incantation reveals what I think I might, this Dimensional Lock may be what buys us the time we need. ~ he thought to himself as he rested.

// Reference Links (so as they do not get burried as time goes on and I can fid them easily).

The Year In Darkness
(When Bella was captured by Underdark Drow)

http://www.amiaworld.net/phpBB3/viewtopic.php?f=67&t=36643

On Trembling Grounds
(The Rise of the Formians)

http://www.amiaworld.net/phpBB3/viewtopic.php?f=38&t=52692

There was always a calm serenity about the Duir, it was something that Belladonna revelled in those few times that she took herself off duty from her patrols. The times had been hard, mentally and physically exhausting. Many of the problems that she faced in her own mind were caused by herself she knew. But it did not lessen the weight on her mind.

The Formian problem had escalated just as she had feared it would. There was a sense of sabre rattling and general posturing on both sides now. She had her doubts as she coiled lengths of sturdy hemp rope into her back, just how much longer the peace would last for. She suspected it would not be for very long.

Her newest friend was finding out just what it would mean to be part of a larger group, to not just be answerable to yourself but also others who had sway over your actions. It was not something that Bella would go back to very quickly, that was for sure. Still she felt for her friends and would help and guide them as best she could… that was if she was granted the time enough with which to do so.

She knew that if war came then all bets would be off. She knew how she had routinely irritated the Commander of the Formian armies, she knew there was a grudging if bizarre kind of respect there. She also knew that like as not she would be one of the first to fall if it came down to it. But she did not fear that. She had stared death in the face before, she had stared into the long dark tunnel of hopeless and despair and knew which of the two was the worst. But it did not mean she intended to go down without a fight.

Looking across to Sasha, her companion, she had smiled lovingly to her, perhaps it would be the case that they both came to the end of their lives together afterall. But there was a loud angry growl from the panther as if somehow it could hear her thoughts and was being sure to voice her displeasure over it. She only grinned and kept storing things away into her pack for the time ahead.

The Dale had evacuated, its civilian populace now seeking refuge in hot lands and under the thumb of others. It was not something that she approved of or even agreed to. Maybe it was for the best, but if so then Bella certainly did not believe it.

Leaning back against the nearest tree she shut her eyes and began to let her mind drift as she had spoken to the air in general…
‘Three, four days at best. Then we will see.’

Tuomas, Forestsong and Malandria all head up towards Dicho's Shrine, and just a slight distance from it.

Tuomas completed a ritual with Malandria and Forestsong observing quietly, before speaking for some time afterwards.

A "taller" easily identified as Nevaeh Tarvencia leaves a note with Cindle for the leadership of the town. Only a small bit of information is provided, and that is, that there is some information the Dale may wish to know, and she would prefer to share it in person.

*Cindle passes on the Information to the Council members, Nina, Lyam and sends a note with Lyam to Jo*

A simple grave on the hill above Bendir, a simple candle that had been lit in the cool of the night. The flame that flickered in the faint breeze as little contrails of smoke swirled up from the wick into the darkening sky. The headstone reads 'Blondie'.

Next to it, knelt in what might appear to be prayer is the small halfling called Belladonna. Her whole body shaking from the emotion that tries to break free from it. All the rage and all the hurt inside of her washing out through the tears that stream from her face and fall against the sunken earth that forever holds Blondie in eternal peace.

How could she she forget it all.. what had happened to her how to fully put the past behind and be able to move on. She knew that others needed her, but she lacked trust in what lay ahead. She had been betrayed once, given her life to something that she felt meant more and when she had needed them most they had turned their backs on her. She tried to kid herself that she did not blame anyone person, but there was a doubt in her heart that crawed through it like a worm through an apple. Something that she wished she could be free of. Just to have one simple thing, one thing she had never had... an apology.

The figure sits there for a long long time into the night and would then return to the Duir as she knew time grew short, in more ways than one...

*Many Hin have left, but there are still a few that have remained in the Dale. The council of Bendir Dale have adopted certain duties in the absence of the Mayor. General Nof spends time in both locations directing the regulars. Tak seems to spend most of his time in the camp. Fendel remains in the Dale. All council members have recognized the work that Nina, Willow, Belladonna, Lyle Lyam, Prescia and other Hin have done for the Dale in these times of trouble.*

There is much activity in the Dale in spite of the general populace having evacuated to Khalem.
Prescia starts moving Primera's and her own things into one of the merchant caravans parked North of the Dale.

Any passersby with a keen sense of smell may sense various fragrances, and some, not so fragrant odours emitting from the wagon.

The Green Haired Witch has a residence.

An unofficial housewarming with the first guests of the evening.

Later that day, more guests. This time for business.

*egan can be seen watching the doors of the new homes...noteing the new occupants. He grumbles and politely nods to any Hin owners and suddenly disapears if a taller enters as an owner...deathly silance follows*

Daisy Goodluck greets her new neighbors with a cheeriness which is practically explosive.

(She is most definitely a hin of the Dale, and proud of it.)

*delivered from Speedies Messenger Service, Cordor Office, a letter simply adressed to the mayor arrives, the contents are written in three parts, the first in Gnomish, the second in Common, and the third in Hin*

Dear Sir or Madam Mayor, Salutations.

I am writing to arrange a meeting with you, at a time of your convenience. I understand that a person with your duties as Mayor of the town and environs of Bendir Dale that you must be time-pressed and of great importance; but I would very much like to clear my name.

I am called Fillaudeirin Bri'zaphrin. Despite that I am an orc-blooded woman, by accident of birth. I was, however, raised by a good Gnomish woman and am a simple merchant and tailor by trade.

On visiting the Dale this past week I found some barley growing beside the road, which I decided to harvest. At this time I did not know the lands were the environs of the Dale else I would have written to request such rites beforehand.

I wore no weapon of any kind, not even a sewing needle nor eating-knife; I wore no armor, nor magical vestments, nor helm. I was however, outside the walls of your town and a young cleric approached me.

At first I did not understand his speach, as I do not speak Common save for a few words; as I primarily speak Gnomish and Elven. A passerby happened to be walking by and was kind enough to translate for me.

The cleric accused me of basicly tresspassing and demanded that I leave. I most humbly appologise if orc-bloods are not allowed in the lands of the Dale as I had no prior knowledge of this law, if such exists; if I had I would not have tarried there.

I would however, like to arrange a meeting to clear my name of the other charges this cleric laid against me. Namely that I was a murderer of Gnome-folk, Hin-folk, and Fey-folk; and that I murdered and ate children. When this was translated to me I was shocked. I am, as stated before, Gnomish-raised and would harm not a single child, nor any who dwell in the Dale, and I do not, nor have I at any time, eaten meat.

I understand others of orc-blood may enter into such atrocities, but I do not, and would like to clear this matter up.

Thank you for your time.

Fillaudeirin Bri'zaphrin, Tailor

Hearing from reliable sources that some who do not meet the residential requirements of Bendir Dale have some how been allowed to take up residence, a concerned Lyam, co-captain of the militia irregulars, begins to investigate. First, he asks the local militia to keep an extra eye peeled on some of the recently vacated housing to monitor the comings and goings. Second, bleary eyed he heads into the Town Hall to check on records of rental agreements if available.

*Cindle takes the note and copies it...giving one to Nina and to Lyam. She put the original in the growing pile of paperwork for Johanna*

Lizzie wrote:

Daisy Goodluck greets her new neighbors with a cheeriness which is practically explosive.

(She is most definitely a hin of the Dale, and proud of it.)

*Egan sees her and infected by her smile and vibrance...nods politely and moves on to watch the other new homes*

*Nina reads the Hin translation, smiling slightly that the half Orc believed the Orc blood to be an accident, then asks Cindle if she would mind translating the response.*

Quote:

Miss Fillaudeirin,
I would not mind meeting with you to discuss what transpired on the Dale. Sadly, I speak neither Gnomish or Elven so an interpreter may be required. I should be free during the next few evenings ((after 1800 CST)) here in the Dale should you be free. Furthermore, rest assured that there is no such law banning Orc kin in general from wandering the Dale so long as they obey the laws of the town.

I can, however, see how a Hin might react should you more closely resemble an Orc. As I have never met you though, I cannot judge. Please understand that because we share a border with Orcs, and they have a tendency to be rather aggressive neighbors, local opinion of them is rather low. My thoughts on the cleric's reaction is that it likely was more of a jerk knee reaction as opposed to an assault on your character. In any case I digress.

I look forward to meeting you miss.

Inner Warmth,
~Nina Thorrow-Meadowlark
Co-Captain of the Bendir Dale Irregulars

*She signs it herself then, taking the translation, she enchants it with a small prestidigitation of a flame in her usual manner and delivers it personally to the address that was left on the original missive.*

*Toby can be seen making use of a relatively new wagon near the perimeter of the circle. He makes sure to offer both his own talents as well as the talents of the Highthistle Snipers for additional protection to the others dwelling within the wagons within the confines of Bendir Law.*
"Nothin' beats livin' like a prince in a wagon park!"

*He can also be seen running up and down the ramparts of the western wall during Militia shift changes, sling whirling like mad making a nice whistling sound.*

A masked lass wearing very frumpy robes rushes to the inn, to a certain room, and awaits a certain gnome.

*a reply is forwarded to Bendir Dale via Speedies Messenger Service, again written first in Gnomish, then common, and Hin, this time adressed to Nina Thurrow-Meadowlark*

Greetings,

I look forward to a meeting as well, ma'am. I am currently under commission to make some formal wear for a citizen in Cordor, but I will see if I can make the trip to Bendir Dale, though it may be a little later in the evening ((1800 PST [6:00pm] due to School hours, I believe around 2000 [8:00pm?] CST)).

I do know of a man who may interpret for me. I believe he is known in Bendir Dale quite well. His name is Sir Kaldemorte Korvath, a War Knight. Is this an acceptable person for translator?

In hopes of good meeting,
-signed- Fillaudeirin Bri'zaphrin

*A young (late teens) blue haired girl, dressed in flamboyant black and white colors, and what appears to be her pet Badger, are observed to have been settling in the Dale. Though not an official resident, she's been spending every night at the Hin Inn. A cheery enough fellow, generally trustful of strangers, she's open about who she is and answers any questions. She bears little in the ways of weapons and armor - a single piece of cloth that might be improvised as a sling with a few stones to boot.

A holy symbol of Istishia, the Primordial of water, is worn around her neck, in silver and blue colors. If at all questioned, the young girl would identify herself simply as Kim. Her pet badger, whom she can be seen often referring to as Pachi, is incredibly calm and content for his kind. His expressions are, in fact, a bit advanced, and he tends to immitate Kim's emotions at times.

She can currently be found, most of the time, sitting on a bench the main gates to the town, feeding her Pachi, a hopeful expression on her face as she looks around for people to talk to.*

*After meandering the woods just north of the Dale, spying on people as usual from the bushes, Toby made a tremendous find! By chance he decided to look up out of boredom and he paused, blinking at the sight. There it was! A platform that no Taller seemed keenly aware of.*

"Heh! well pain' me purple an crown me in Mazteca..." *He grinned at the memory of Bri's comment earlier* " 'ells if I'm no' gonna take advantage o' 'at!"

*He let out a low and long whistle before setting to the task of scaling the tree. With little effort and the use of some vines, he made his way up the tree to the platform and took a peak to see what was on it. Discovering it vacant, he set up a small camp upon the platform and decided to dwell there for the evening and, for those that knew where to look, over the next few days, only coming down if the Rangers of the Grove require it for training purposes. For the most part, Toby now seems to shift between staying near the wagons in the Dale and staying in the tree camp.*

*Toby enjoying his discovery: Tree-Camp*

*Here Toby can be seen studying Elven and reviewing his notes in serenity*

*written in Hin and marked with her usual prestidigitation of a flame*
Dear *inserts name of those addressed here*,
It is with great pleasure I announce that we have potentially been granted freedom of use of the Watchtower in the Amian Forest that overlooks the main road into the Dale. This was apparently the scheming of Mr. Bobrin, Ms. Daisy, Ms. Sally, and Mr. Toby and was worked out with Ms. Bella. Ms. Bella informed me that permission has been granted by the Rangers, and that it only depends on the Arch-druid's approval.

There are conditions to this that I was informed of however. In exchange for use of the tower, we are to:
:arrow:

always keep it manned
:arrow:

pay for the upkeep on it so that it does not fall into disrepair
:arrow:

have those posted in it obey the rules set by the Grove
:arrow:

be willing to aid the guardians of the forest should they require those posted in the tower to do so

I present this to you for consideration and I leave it to the council to decide whether or not it should be the Irregulars or Regulars that look to manning the Tower. Otherwise I believe that it would be a boon to our defenses as Lyam can likely attest assuming we can afford it.

Furthermore, due to the last two clauses, I personally believe it best if we ask our resident Druid, Ms. Willow, to train any that end up serving in the Tower as to what exactly the rules of the Amian Forest are. This is of course assuming that we wish to accept the use of the tower.
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On an unrelated matter, I was asked today whom exactly enforces the laws of the Dale and whether or not 'Irregulars' may serve as deputies. To my knowledge, a militia is a body meant for defense of the town, not enforcement of the laws. Around Jo's election, I am under the impression that we did away with the deputized-militia. This being the case, I know that both Lyam and I, from the moment we were appointed, have tried to make it a goal to shy away from doing so more than someone with a position within the Dale leadership should.

However, as some of the stress of the evacuation fades away, it has struck me that we never formally nor truly decided on the best replacement for the deputized militia. I would like to see if the council might make an official ruling so that Lyam and I know the new policy and can then clear up some of the confusion.

~Nina Thorrow-Meadowlark
Co-Captain of the Bendir Dale Irregulars

A single drow female suited in grey armor heads to the hinn inn after presenting her shrine insignia to the guard. Greeting fendel at his bar, she'd order a serving of ale and leave a list of names with him to be given to the Grimwarder of Urogalan residing upstairs. She'd also leave a list with Cindle. If any were to note distinguishing features; her hair is an exotic shade of silver and flows down to her ankles.

Quote:

As asked, I have provided a list of recorded Eilistraeens to make identifying members of our faith easier on the militia of Bendir Dale. Likewise I have also included the names of those who hold rank within the Shrine, should you need to contact any of us.

~Mayae

((Known ONLY by those mentioned above and those who would likely receive the list))

Shrine Leaders
High Priestesses - Erelkacha Kenlyl, Madison Kenlyl, Mayae, Im'kiira Al'nuar - Faernkerym
Seneschal and 2nd in Command- Jud'Vardas Kenlyl
Security - Reh'Cra Salenor Is'def (Head of Security), Delaran Faernkerym

Ken'dorl
Tazlin
Brizica
Madison
Jud'Vardas
Averna An'ar
Sabune Noqurahel
Jayna Silvrenniel
Tu'jol Velg'narn
Mas'oj
Niss'assa
Yas'da
Inrae'tana
N’aer
Reh’Cra
Larra
Vier'ynrae
Im'kiira Al'nuar - Faernkerym
Delaran Faernkerym
Etras Ildari
Dirzaen Al'nuar
Oraelion Sakkran
Kel'riia Zau'lyl
Ly'narra Al'nuar
Nelinixa Zei'talith
Sin'afay Kil'tlar
Nienna 'Nenharma' Claddath
Shri'baste Claddath
Zaedra Lugh - Na'fairel
Mayae
Lael'raena Ildari
Yudann Am'Anodel

Anyone of House Rowa

These are only the names that I could both find and recall If anyone comes to the Dale claiming to be of Eilistraeen faith and you do not see their name on the list, please send a message to the Shrine and we will clarify.

//the camp is officialy in the mod now.

*With a cheery smile, the note is taken and Cindle makes copies for the Mayor, the Council and the two Captains.*

// and looking truly awesome!

*Posted in the Hin Inn and Hand delivered to Lyam and Nina*

The Captains of the Guard are called to a closed meeting of the Bendir Dale Council. All others may petition for time before the Council.

//Best Date and Time in the next few days?

"Are we to meet in the Dale or Khalem?" Nina asks the messenger as she scribbles her off-duty hours for the next couple of days.

//Does this work? http://www.doodle.com/nk2ufhfghwkky6ry

DustSpray101 wrote:

"Are we to meet in the Dale or Khalem?" Nina asks the messenger as she scribbles her off-duty hours for the next couple of days.

It will be held in the Town hall...*Fendel tells Nina*

Dramatic_Prince wrote:

//Does this work? http://www.doodle.com/nk2ufhfghwkky6ry

//Man thats eficient. Are you requesting time infront of the council Prescia?

// Wow.. Doodle... Wow!

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