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Post by HorizonsDream on Feb 1, 2019 12:57:10 GMT -8
"No trouble," Orianna assures the woman. "But it seems that you are being troubled by the Redbrands," she says. "Which we have decided to help. Though, you son did mention that you know a druid, and we were hoping that perhaps you could direct us to this druid."
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Post by Tieren on Feb 1, 2019 20:15:59 GMT -8
Klaxon follows and listens.
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Post by Saskia on Feb 1, 2019 22:29:42 GMT -8
Navarra smiles broadly and nods on their way to the farmhouse. "Dunno 'bout them, kiddo, but I ain't gon' rat you out to yer mama. I will tell you right, though, boy. Yer a good kid and a brave kid to be a thorn in the side o'brigands and thieves. I believe yer a good little boy what's gon' grow up to be a fine young man." She offers the boy a stern look. "But only if'n you can keep yerself from gettin' killed. I know you wanna do right by yer mama and yer neighbors, but you ain't gon' do no good for nobody if y'ain't alive to do it. We got trainin' and gear to stomp them assholes out. But you ain't gon' get very far if'n you ain't careful." Admittedly, it could be perhaps not unconvincingly argued that Navarra warning another to be careful is hypocrisy, but she's also not a child. Navarra doing what she wants when she wants, consequences be damned, is a calculated lifestyle cultivated intentionally for a reason. She looks around and sighs. "But it's damn fine o'you to try to stick it to them Redbrands, an' I ain't gon' lecture you 'cause if'n yer mama's anything like mine was, I bet'cher gon' get a whuppin' when she finds out what'chu been up to, so I'll give ya a bit o'advice: If'n ya flex yer butt real hard when she goes to whup ya, she'll be like to slappin' a stone, an' she'll give up quicker."
To her comrades, she says, "You know, the town master, mayor, whatever he is, he ain't doin' his job. Bet'ch'y'all we could cajole some payment out of'im for doin' his job for'im. You know, if'n we're gon' do it anyway out o'the goodness of our hearts, there ain't nothin' wrong with gettin' a payday out of it. He ain't doin' his job, but I sure bet the prick ain't forgot nobody's taxes."
In the farmhouse she nods her assent to Orianna's statement. She doesn't really have anything to add to the conversation, however. Orianna has said much more directly what she would have rambled around for a couple of minutes. After the Redbrands have been taken to task and the treasure hunt completed, maybe she'll stay in town a while to train a proper militia so the town won't be overtaken by thieves again.
But that's not a decision she's ready to commit to in the moment. The only decision she's truly committed to at the moment is that there's at least one man in town she really wants to introduce to the underside of a caravel.
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Post by Daos on Feb 2, 2019 14:47:05 GMT -8
"The Redbrands!" the woman says, then she smacks Carp on the head. "I told you to stay away from those ruffians! Do you want to disappear like all those other people?"
Carp rubs his head and says in protest, "But they was hasslin' ya, ma!"
"I can take care of myself. You're only going to make matters worse if you keep provoking them," she says. Looking back to the party, she says, "Oh, sorry. You said something about a druid? You must mean Reidoth. He's an old friend of the family, and he knows every square inch of this land as well as I know my own home. I'm afraid he's not here, though. In town, I mean. Reidoth went on a sojourn to the ruins of a town called Thundertree, just west of the Neverwinter Wood. Ever heard of it? It's about fifty miles northwest of here."
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Post by HorizonsDream on Feb 2, 2019 14:52:23 GMT -8
"We should probably take care of the Redbrands first then," Orianna says thoughtfully.
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Post by Saskia on Feb 2, 2019 18:10:39 GMT -8
"You're spot on there, Orianna," Navarra says, "Miss, when did them Redbrands first come into town, anyhow? Why don't the town master do somethin' about'em?"
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Post by Xantin Rahl on Feb 3, 2019 3:22:32 GMT -8
Baerisnods to Orainna's words - taking out the Redbrandsa sounded fun. Then he falls down to his knees and pretends to squeeze into a small space (maybe between the legs of a chair - and them points at the child
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Post by GravityEmblem on Feb 3, 2019 9:57:28 GMT -8
Fosco raises an eyebrow at Bearis, clearly not understanding his charade.
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Post by Daos on Feb 3, 2019 13:25:45 GMT -8
"The Redbrands first showed up about two months ago," the woman replies. "Their leader is a mysterious man named Glasstaff, but nobody knows anything about him. As for the townmaster, well, he's barely much more than a judge and a clerk, really. I'd call him a coward, but honestly, there's nothing he could do other than politely ask the Redbrands to leave. Phandalin doesn't really have a government. No guards or constables or anything like that, either."
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Post by HorizonsDream on Feb 3, 2019 14:03:27 GMT -8
"Phandalin is relatively new isn't it?" Orianna asks. "It makes sense that all these groups are trying to move in."
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Post by Saskia on Feb 4, 2019 11:47:17 GMT -8
Navarra scratches her head. "But if'n the town ain't been here long, I'd'a figured they'd have some rough'n'tumble adventurous sett'ler types ready to throw down, unless they been killed already. An' that manor on the hill don't look too new, neither." Navarra shakes her head. "Maybe I'm missin' some information here, but somethin' don't seem right."
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Post by Tieren on Feb 4, 2019 12:02:19 GMT -8
"I would hazard to guess the Manor predates the town itself by some significant temporal margin. Perhaps an earlier adventurous soul like you mentioned thought to retire here. Probably cleared some land erected some basic infrastructure, wells and the like. Then ran afoul of some issue that drove them off or caused them to desert."
"New settlers likely came long later and reclaimed the area on the bones of the original estate, finding relatively cleared fields, water supplies, roads or trails, etc..."
Klaxon looks around the farm house, a little more conspicuously than he should but generally interested in learning what he can about farm life and the bucolic lifestyle.
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Post by Saskia on Feb 4, 2019 13:24:39 GMT -8
"I guess that'd make sense. Seems like a pretty enough place if you want that sort of thing. All the more reason to have a militia, though I suppose there ain't nothin' to be gained harpin' too much more on'at."
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Post by Tieren on Feb 4, 2019 13:44:53 GMT -8
"Agreed, agreed, although if we were to come across a text of the history of the settlement I would very much like to read it..."
Klaxon trails off in thought for a moment before snapping back to the conversation.
"Didn't someone mention a tunnel?"
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Post by Xantin Rahl on Feb 4, 2019 13:53:09 GMT -8
Baeris just nods his head along - not really understanding
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