Hadriana tilts her head curiously as Duke seems a little defensive about the harvesting. "I say that because I hear... maybe more like feel it. The Darkwood used to be one forest, but now the two halves of it are quite a distance apart due to over harvesting. They are taking far more than just the old growth...And I promise you, its trees are far more beautiful alive, Duke."
On the way to the lumber consortium, Nate can’t help but see the harvested logs floated to the mill confirming Hadriana’s assessment. “It appears you were right. It seems the timbers are made up of young and old specimen. Please forgive me, I would love to see the darkwood forest healthy.”
If Nate sees a cleric of Abadar he will try to get their attention he is a follower of Abadar also.
"No need to apologize. A little give and take is natural even when people and nature live in harmony. This is just...a bit much. I hope once nature provides the cure to this plague, the Consortium will consider changing their practices." Hadriana is ever the optimist, being unfamiliar with the workings of big business.
"Gavel, not mayor. There...there is a difference. What is...is your business?" The tiefling asks.
Ethen eyes the tiefling, I am here as a representative of The Great Vault and would rather speak of my business once, if you'd be so kind as to direct me the, uh "gavel" that would be so kind. he looks around, if there's a setting room then he'll make his way there to wait.
Map sorry in the picture it looks like the logs are floated, but either way he might observe young trees harvested as well as older ones. If the logs are brought in overland however that shoots down the theory of the plague in the water with the logs...
Tufts had been sitting by the door for about an hour when a gravel filled voice booms from across the room. "TUFTS!! Ya miserable cuss get over here!"
An average sized human with a face full of grey stuble, Potuss was a retired adventurer. He held the build of a man who had once been hard as nails but had allowed time and success to derail his training regime. Time may have softened the old man's body but his tounge or his temper.
Almost as a reflex Tufts slides off his stool to answer the call. Potuss ushers him out of ear shot of the couple of customers in residence.
"Listen up. I need you to get over to Laurels and pick up some if whatever she given out for the crud that's going around. I want to have some on hand if I come down with it. Here's some coin. AND I WANT A RECEIPT! Ya hear me. " Potuss drops a bag into Tufts hand.
As his Da retracts his hand, Tufts just catches sight of a light black stain appearing at the juncture of the man's thumb and forefinger. Before he can question the man abut it, his Da bellows, "Damit! I didn't say tomorrow!" and dismisses Tufts with a wave of his hand. Not wanting to anger the man more the bugbear hops back and quickly heads outside
On the street anyone whose been in town for more than a week knows Tufts. His tall stature, lanky arms, canine features makes him stand out in a crowd. Dressed only in buckskin pants Tufts golden brown colored fur was a high contrast to the typical clad commoner.
The bugbears gruesome features belie the helpful nature that lies with in. Those features distort with concern as he sees the line of people headed for the herbalist. He spots a couple of the local orphans, their hands spotted black along with a black stain around their lips. Torn between checking on the waif welfare and his mission he remembers the real reason Da sent him. The realization that time is maybe critical here he doubles his pace.
(Anybody that wants to, will recognize Tufts as the helpful bouncer at the Flowing flagon and I'll lean into any past interaction you indicate.)
Map sorry in the picture it looks like the logs are floated, but either way he might observe young trees harvested as well as older ones. If the logs are brought in overland however that shoots down the theory of the plague in the water with the logs...
(Anybody that wants to, will recognize Tufts as the helpful bouncer at the Flowing flagon and I'll lean into any past interaction you indicate.)
One of the first places the Duke stopped at upon entering town. Standing out in human communities is nothing new to Nate but he was impressed to see a bugbear accepted and not lazily bossing around or bullying the regular patrons.
”At some point tomorrow I may need your muscle, find me and a fistful of silvers is all yours. If I call you my bodyguard just play along I’m trying to make an impression here. You should find me at the lumber HQ or the Gavel’s manor. I’ll keep a look out for you.”
The tiefling straightens up; "The Great Vault. Of course sir. My...my name is Payden Teedum. I'm Gavel Kreed's right...right hand man. I'm also in charge of balancing his books. Please come this way." He leads you down a hallway, past a boy playing.
The boy seems to ignore you as you pass. Eventually you are brought to a fine wooden door. Payden knocks and a voice answers. "What is it, I was about to go for a stroll." Payden explains; "It's the Great Vault; for you."
"Of course they are for me, why else would they be here? Come in, come in." The door opens and you see a rotund man with a whip.
He spots a couple of the local orphans, their hands spotted black along with a black stain around their lips. Torn between checking on the waif welfare and his mission he remembers the real reason Da sent him.
(Those are the lucky orphans; the rest burned to death in a fire three months ago.)
The line is long, but a small group of people are seen coming out from behind. Nate, being one of them (says the above) to Tufts.
Tufts recognizes one of the group exiting Laurels herbalism shop from the back as the one that offered him a job the day before. Tufts lowers his head at the tieflings statement replying, "Yes many my friends. To see these so, makes me sad. I have to get cure from Laurel for them and Da. Don't think I can be your bodyguard today."
(So Hadriana Davrich and Duke are currently travelling to this witch person, correct?)
Davrich, while listening to his companions talk about deforestation stuff, and agreeing that it ought to stop, stays silent as he ponders on what could happen when they meet the witch. "Say, what do you think this hag lady might want? Something tells me what ever it is it won't be easy to get."
Hadriana feels instant sympathy for Tufts at hearing his desire to cure the people and his father. "I'm afraid Laurel's remedy can only lessen the symptoms. But we are on our way to get a guide to help us collect the ingredients she needs to make a cure. You're welcome to come with us if you want."
Tufts ears twitch as he visibly brightens at the idea. A momentary cloud crosses his face as he considers the implications of not completing his assigned task but the overall reward sways him to follow the group.
The group travels up the dusty and sawdust covered road, passing several wagons covered and filled with darkwood trees. Approaching the lumber camp the group sees a field of devastation as hundreds if not thousands of darkwood stumps litter the ground.
A small village of buildings made of darkwood lay before you, surrounded by lumberjacks and enforcers meandering about their business.
Hadriana had thought she was prepared for the worst, but the ache of the land around the lumber camp is almost enough to bring her to tears. "It'll be alright. The land can heal, it always does." She murmurs, more to herself than anyone. "Let's find this guide and get out of here."
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Hadriana tilts her head curiously as Duke seems a little defensive about the harvesting. "I say that because I hear... maybe more like feel it. The Darkwood used to be one forest, but now the two halves of it are quite a distance apart due to over harvesting. They are taking far more than just the old growth...And I promise you, its trees are far more beautiful alive, Duke."
"Gavel, not mayor. There...there is a difference. What is...is your business?" The tiefling asks.
On the way to the lumber consortium, Nate can’t help but see the harvested logs floated to the mill confirming Hadriana’s assessment. “It appears you were right. It seems the timbers are made up of young and old specimen. Please forgive me, I would love to see the darkwood forest healthy.”
If Nate sees a cleric of Abadar he will try to get their attention he is a follower of Abadar also.
(Carried by wagon not floated.)
"No need to apologize. A little give and take is natural even when people and nature live in harmony. This is just...a bit much. I hope once nature provides the cure to this plague, the Consortium will consider changing their practices." Hadriana is ever the optimist, being unfamiliar with the workings of big business.
Ethen eyes the tiefling, I am here as a representative of The Great Vault and would rather speak of my business once, if you'd be so kind as to direct me the, uh "gavel" that would be so kind. he looks around, if there's a setting room then he'll make his way there to wait.
Map sorry in the picture it looks like the logs are floated, but either way he might observe young trees harvested as well as older ones. If the logs are brought in overland however that shoots down the theory of the plague in the water with the logs...
Tufts had been sitting by the door for about an hour when a gravel filled voice booms from across the room. "TUFTS!! Ya miserable cuss get over here!"
An average sized human with a face full of grey stuble, Potuss was a retired adventurer. He held the build of a man who had once been hard as nails but had allowed time and success to derail his training regime. Time may have softened the old man's body but his tounge or his temper.
Almost as a reflex Tufts slides off his stool to answer the call. Potuss ushers him out of ear shot of the couple of customers in residence.
"Listen up. I need you to get over to Laurels and pick up some if whatever she given out for the crud that's going around. I want to have some on hand if I come down with it. Here's some coin. AND I WANT A RECEIPT! Ya hear me. " Potuss drops a bag into Tufts hand.
As his Da retracts his hand, Tufts just catches sight of a light black stain appearing at the juncture of the man's thumb and forefinger. Before he can question the man abut it, his Da bellows, "Damit! I didn't say tomorrow!" and dismisses Tufts with a wave of his hand. Not wanting to anger the man more the bugbear hops back and quickly heads outside
On the street anyone whose been in town for more than a week knows Tufts. His tall stature, lanky arms, canine features makes him stand out in a crowd. Dressed only in buckskin pants Tufts golden brown colored fur was a high contrast to the typical clad commoner.
The bugbears gruesome features belie the helpful nature that lies with in. Those features distort with concern as he sees the line of people headed for the herbalist. He spots a couple of the local orphans, their hands spotted black along with a black stain around their lips. Torn between checking on the waif welfare and his mission he remembers the real reason Da sent him. The realization that time is maybe critical here he doubles his pace.
(Anybody that wants to, will recognize Tufts as the helpful bouncer at the Flowing flagon and I'll lean into any past interaction you indicate.)
**This Space for Rent**
https://imgur.com/a/1CHq39Y
The left star (lumber camp) ferries the logs to the town, the other two stars carry them by land. You are heading to 'A'.
One of the first places the Duke stopped at upon entering town. Standing out in human communities is nothing new to Nate but he was impressed to see a bugbear accepted and not lazily bossing around or bullying the regular patrons.
”At some point tomorrow I may need your muscle, find me and a fistful of silvers is all yours. If I call you my bodyguard just play along I’m trying to make an impression here. You should find me at the lumber HQ or the Gavel’s manor. I’ll keep a look out for you.”
The tiefling straightens up; "The Great Vault. Of course sir. My...my name is Payden Teedum. I'm Gavel Kreed's right...right hand man. I'm also in charge of balancing his books. Please come this way." He leads you down a hallway, past a boy playing.
https://imgur.com/a/T6AsUUt
The boy seems to ignore you as you pass. Eventually you are brought to a fine wooden door. Payden knocks and a voice answers. "What is it, I was about to go for a stroll." Payden explains; "It's the Great Vault; for you."
"Of course they are for me, why else would they be here? Come in, come in." The door opens and you see a rotund man with a whip.
https://imgur.com/a/f4V1iv4
(Those are the lucky orphans; the rest burned to death in a fire three months ago.)
The line is long, but a small group of people are seen coming out from behind. Nate, being one of them (says the above) to Tufts.
Tufts recognizes one of the group exiting Laurels herbalism shop from the back as the one that offered him a job the day before. Tufts lowers his head at the tieflings statement replying, "Yes many my friends. To see these so, makes me sad. I have to get cure from Laurel for them and Da. Don't think I can be your bodyguard today."
**This Space for Rent**
(So Hadriana Davrich and Duke are currently travelling to this witch person, correct?)
Davrich, while listening to his companions talk about deforestation stuff, and agreeing that it ought to stop, stays silent as he ponders on what could happen when they meet the witch.
"Say, what do you think this hag lady might want? Something tells me what ever it is it won't be easy to get."
(You are currently heading to find Milon Rhoddan in the Lumber Consortium Camp.)
And have just seen Tufts along the way.
**This Space for Rent**
Hadriana feels instant sympathy for Tufts at hearing his desire to cure the people and his father. "I'm afraid Laurel's remedy can only lessen the symptoms. But we are on our way to get a guide to help us collect the ingredients she needs to make a cure. You're welcome to come with us if you want."
Tufts ears twitch as he visibly brightens at the idea. A momentary cloud crosses his face as he considers the implications of not completing his assigned task but the overall reward sways him to follow the group.
"Count on me" he replies.
**This Space for Rent**
The group travels up the dusty and sawdust covered road, passing several wagons covered and filled with darkwood trees. Approaching the lumber camp the group sees a field of devastation as hundreds if not thousands of darkwood stumps litter the ground.
A small village of buildings made of darkwood lay before you, surrounded by lumberjacks and enforcers meandering about their business.
Hadriana had thought she was prepared for the worst, but the ache of the land around the lumber camp is almost enough to bring her to tears. "It'll be alright. The land can heal, it always does." She murmurs, more to herself than anyone. "Let's find this guide and get out of here."