Trouble in Nearthorn - 21/01 - Cadfan
Jan 27, 2020 18:47:51 GMT
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Post by Cadfan on Jan 27, 2020 18:47:51 GMT
The now dead body of the hag melted in front of the party, one of the two they had encountered in the forest outside Nearthorn. Cadfan wandered up to the remains, walking past the threshold of its barrow. What was this. He bent down and picked up what looked like a… doll?
Strange to be sure. But this whole trip had been strange.
First it had been meeting the colourful characters on the road into town. ‘A dwarf, halfling, gnome, tortle, and half-elf bump into each other on a crossroads.’ It sounded like a bad joke his dad would have told him.
As luck would have it, they all shared the same goal, investigate the goings on in Nearthorn. That suited him. After all, he was new to the concept of ‘adventuring.’ Any help was welcomed.
After meeting Carrie Robinson who had posted the noticed that had led them all here, some of the other townsfolk, and a misadventure with cow wrangling, they soon bumped into a fairy that informed them of what was really plaguing the village.
Hags had started springing up in the outskirts of Nearthorn and forcing the fairies to commit mischief in town. The hags had threatened to burn down the fairy homes unless they did what they told them to. Too familiar a situation. Didn’t matter which part of the world Cadfan found himself in, there were always those with power abusing it and making those who were weaker pay.
Granny Longtooth. That was the name that had slipped out of the fairy’s mouth. Apparently this whole situation had something to do with a need for vengeance. The hags had lost their queen some time ago and had now decided to act out.
Was she also a hag? There was so much he didn’t know about this new land, enough that he didn’t know whether to feel fear at the name or bemusement.
The party made their way through the forest to a fairy circle where apparently the hags lived nearby, led by the fairy, Briarbriar.
Even with the lives of its people and its home at risk, Briarbriar had been true and led them straight to the barrow.
And that’s where the party had fought and felled the hags.
Cadfan inspected the doll. It was odd. It kind of looked like the hag has left a miniature version of itself behind. He pocketed it and helped the others check out the rest of the hag’s barrow.
After they had confirmed the threat taking care of, they made their way back to Nearthorn. Carrie greeted them all and thanked them for their help. She pulled a box over and cracked it open. Inside was between a hundred to two hundred gold pieces. With that much Cadfan would be able to support himself in Kantas for weeks, even months. More than the measly ten gold he was sitting on.
But it was everything Nearthorn had. Every last piece of gold piece. They were willing to give it up to the group, but they would be left with nothing.
Cadfan hadn’t come here to rob them of their life savings, he hadn’t even come here intending to take any reward. Just help. His stomach ached. He had declined himself breakfast to save money this morning. The coins glistened in the box. Taking a handful wouldn’t be ridiculous given the circumstances, at least enough to afford food for a few more weeks until he could find another way to make money.
He picked out just five gold coins and pocketed them. That was the most he could take without his conscious telling him he was an awful person. The rest of the party had followed suit. All except Haimish. A halfling full of bluster. He could fight and had proven useful against the hags. He dug his hands in and took twenty five gold coins without a second thought. Didn’t he care about how it would affect the town?
Before he had time to react to what he was seeing, Cadfan and the group were dragged into a meat pie party that the town had decided to hold in their honour and for their success at stopping the plague of mischief the hags had brought upon their village.
As he sat there eating a nice warm pie that reminded him of sitting in his dad’s pub back home in Wolfwater, he looked at all the people celebrating, smiling, the dark clouds hanging over them dissipated by the group’s actions.
Cadfan smiled and took another bite of his pie. So this was why people went out to become adventurers.
Strange to be sure. But this whole trip had been strange.
First it had been meeting the colourful characters on the road into town. ‘A dwarf, halfling, gnome, tortle, and half-elf bump into each other on a crossroads.’ It sounded like a bad joke his dad would have told him.
As luck would have it, they all shared the same goal, investigate the goings on in Nearthorn. That suited him. After all, he was new to the concept of ‘adventuring.’ Any help was welcomed.
After meeting Carrie Robinson who had posted the noticed that had led them all here, some of the other townsfolk, and a misadventure with cow wrangling, they soon bumped into a fairy that informed them of what was really plaguing the village.
Hags had started springing up in the outskirts of Nearthorn and forcing the fairies to commit mischief in town. The hags had threatened to burn down the fairy homes unless they did what they told them to. Too familiar a situation. Didn’t matter which part of the world Cadfan found himself in, there were always those with power abusing it and making those who were weaker pay.
Granny Longtooth. That was the name that had slipped out of the fairy’s mouth. Apparently this whole situation had something to do with a need for vengeance. The hags had lost their queen some time ago and had now decided to act out.
Was she also a hag? There was so much he didn’t know about this new land, enough that he didn’t know whether to feel fear at the name or bemusement.
The party made their way through the forest to a fairy circle where apparently the hags lived nearby, led by the fairy, Briarbriar.
Even with the lives of its people and its home at risk, Briarbriar had been true and led them straight to the barrow.
And that’s where the party had fought and felled the hags.
Cadfan inspected the doll. It was odd. It kind of looked like the hag has left a miniature version of itself behind. He pocketed it and helped the others check out the rest of the hag’s barrow.
After they had confirmed the threat taking care of, they made their way back to Nearthorn. Carrie greeted them all and thanked them for their help. She pulled a box over and cracked it open. Inside was between a hundred to two hundred gold pieces. With that much Cadfan would be able to support himself in Kantas for weeks, even months. More than the measly ten gold he was sitting on.
But it was everything Nearthorn had. Every last piece of gold piece. They were willing to give it up to the group, but they would be left with nothing.
Cadfan hadn’t come here to rob them of their life savings, he hadn’t even come here intending to take any reward. Just help. His stomach ached. He had declined himself breakfast to save money this morning. The coins glistened in the box. Taking a handful wouldn’t be ridiculous given the circumstances, at least enough to afford food for a few more weeks until he could find another way to make money.
He picked out just five gold coins and pocketed them. That was the most he could take without his conscious telling him he was an awful person. The rest of the party had followed suit. All except Haimish. A halfling full of bluster. He could fight and had proven useful against the hags. He dug his hands in and took twenty five gold coins without a second thought. Didn’t he care about how it would affect the town?
Before he had time to react to what he was seeing, Cadfan and the group were dragged into a meat pie party that the town had decided to hold in their honour and for their success at stopping the plague of mischief the hags had brought upon their village.
As he sat there eating a nice warm pie that reminded him of sitting in his dad’s pub back home in Wolfwater, he looked at all the people celebrating, smiling, the dark clouds hanging over them dissipated by the group’s actions.
Cadfan smiled and took another bite of his pie. So this was why people went out to become adventurers.