by The Kingpin » Sat Feb 05, 2011 2:27 am
"Don't worry. He'll be scrambling for his life once word begins to spread through the trade routes that the entire region has gone up in arms against him. Valenhad and her allies are quick to strike down tyrants. Valenhad especially after the recent incident" added Andruil...
Meanwhile, at the foot of mount Estradil, the southernmost mountain of the Kirrahara Mountain Range in Northern Aster...
"Has anyone seen William Vahash? the blacksmith?" asked a fairly muscular man, seemingly in his late 50s. a woman, seemingly in her 30s responded, amidst a crowd of bewildered villagers "Last I saw of him he walked into the woods saying something about retrieving something". "Damn! That fool never listens to a word I tell him. He KNEW there was a late evening curfew in place. Alright people listen carefully. Starting now, nobody leaves their homes after dark. There have been five disappearances in the last week. FIVE. The last thing we want is more of you getting lost in the forest" said the man, the village elder and leader. "But what of our loved ones?!" responded one woman, a series of angered responses following soon afterwards. "I'm getting to that! Please, settle down so I can finish!" responded the town leader, Elder Bairn. as the responses settled, he spoke up once more. "6 of the village's strongest men are to accompany me into the forest in half an hour. the rest will stay to protect the women and children from anything that may be behind the disappearances" he continued. "What're you expecting Bairn? a pack of wolves? a bear? Our forests are full of dangerous animals. they could easily be behind the disappearances. I don't see the point in making such a big deal of it" responded a particularly fat man in the group, a merchant by the name of Donald Thatch. "I didn't expect you to care much about them Thatch. Afterall, so long as the gold's still flowing into your fat pockets you seem to be happy to leech off everyone's fear!" retorted on of the men in the group. "How dare you-" started Thatch, as Bairn's voice boomed out over them. "SILENCE!" he called out, the arguments and angered retorts between the villagers ceasing almost instantly. "Now is not the time for you to be at eachother's throats! Thatch, you will have the respect to keep silent regarding the people who've gone missing. Archer, you're acting Leader of the village in my absence. Please try and keep Trype and Thatch from killing eachother" he said with a sigh. Archer, a tall, fairly muscular man with light brown hair and a crescent scar along his left cheek, stretching from just under his eye to about half an inch from his mouth, nodded. "Alright everyone. you heard the man. 6 of the strongest of you will gear up and be ready to leave the village in half an hour. the rest of you, back to your homes or shops. The remaining guards are to stand at posts at each of the village's entrances. nobody comes in unless I know about it. and nobody, and I mean NOBODY, so much as SPITS past the village entrances. Am I clear?" said the man. the guards gave a salute, as the villagers returned to their daily duties, Thatch heading for his shop while Trype walked towards the blacksmith's shop, being Vahash's assistant. Sebastian Archer, the youngest of the Archer brothers and heir to the Valenhad throne, was a strong, charismatic leader. he was sometimes wreckless and brash, which had earned him more than a couple of scoldings in his childhood. After their father passed, he had moved to a little village on the outskirts of the Valenhad Kingdom, a border town that acted as a conduit between Valenhad and neighbouring Kingdoms. however, in the last year trade had dried up, and the village of Kirratair had been all but forgotten. the cause for the sudden cease in trade? mysterious disappearances along the path that led to Kirratair. whole caravans disappearing without a trace, no tracks left behind. it was as if they had been swallowed up by the earth itself.....
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG