Helping Triel

[Xanfyrst]

Over the last few days a wooden stage had been erected at the town's centre by a few hooded men. A symbol of two crows adorned their otherwise plain car-coal black leather armour. The people of Triel were all now used to strangers coming and going, so they paid little interest in the construction.

One day the townspeople woke up and began doing their daily routines, they notice the construction had been finished and that it was not just a stage, but an execution stage. The men who made it all stood in front of it, silently and without moving one inch, their heads covered by executioner's hoods and their hands folded in front of them. As the inhabitants began flocking to the centre to see what was happening, another man appeared out of their own ranks and raised his hands to garner their attention.

"Good morning, good people of Triel!" the man's voice was pleasant for the ears, his words well-spoken. "Your ever-faithful neighbour of the North would like to present to you an opportunity. An opportunity to exact justice upon those who are responsible for your plight." the man felt silent again, watching the crowd's reaction from within the dark confines of his hood.
"A band of Black Orcs has been caught outside in the woods..." he let them digest the news for a moment, quietly observing the hatred seeth within each and every villager.
"With them was the notorious orc druid Kaltyra, who had once sworn to protect your lands, but done the exact opposite and riled these orcs into attacking your community."The name was well-known enough in these parts to ignite an almost hostile atmosphere within the town square upon hearing of her betrayal and involvement with the Black Orcs.

He raised his hand, silently asking them to lend him their ears again.
"But as always, the righteous forces of the North has once more prevented disaster to fall upon you yet again. With blood, sweat and ferocious determination, the Black Orc threat as once more been neutralized."

"As a token of friendship and understanding, the prisoners will be presented to you, the townspeople of Triel, for trial. Justice shall prevail."

The man, the Herald of the North, bowed his head respectfully and retreated back from where he came from, disappearing in the crowd.

[Seymor]

Robin does a lap around the town invisible just ahead of the meeting of the faithful where he overhears about the band of orc's in the woods, which catches his interest. He also hears of Kaltrya. The faithful certainly have something to talk about this week.

[Later]
An evening of meeting with Ivan and others around the campfire have led to many ideas on how to stage a rescue. The faithfuls next steps will be planned during the meeting.

[finneas]

*A large male grey orc is seen repeatedly outside the Friendly Arms Inn and Beregost over the past few days asking about a female orc chieftain. His grasp of the common tongue is none too strong but he has approached several druids that he has seen with Kaltyra in the past. As of yet none seem to have any idea where she might be and they have not appeared concerned about her absence. Perhaps this is typical behavior for the female chieftain.

He then stalks off into the Woods of Sharp Teeth, presumably to speak with the orc populations there in a language that he grasps more fully.*

[kleomenes]

A young man dressed in the grey robes of a cleric of Ilmater arrives in Triel, seeking out the Priestess of Chauntea. He begins to speak, addressing her openly.

"My name is Ameris Santraeger. I am a member of the Radiant Heart but I am here in my capacity and first calling as Cleric of Ilmater. Rumours are spreading to the south that the orcess Kaltrya is due to be handed over to the people here, being accused of treacherous association with the black orcs.

This woman is well known on the coast, having won rights of non-molestation from the Dukes and being known as non-hostile and even charitable by many on the coast. Put simply, what she is accused of is out of character for her. However she will have been unable to defend herself from any accusations due to a curse she labours under - this curse, recent, arose from her opposition to the Lich Bazu who rises in the south and who is a threat to the lands north of the Cloudpeaks.

I am compelled as a Cleric of Ilmater to ask that someone be allowed to speak on this orcess' behalf before any judgment is dealt - as mercy is due to this orcess, at least the mercy of allowing the truth to be discovered. Louise De La'Valliere, a priestess of Ilmater, would be happy to address the people and Elders of Triel, and many more can speak as to this orcess' character, showing how unlikely these actions are. At the very least there is doubt over the truth of the allegations, and any creature should be judged for what it is done, and that alone. I know well that what I ask is hard for the people here, but perhaps you may put yourself forward as one who would judge the truth of the matter?

I would ask you, could you relay this message to the Elders and beseech them to consider it in the spirit is meant. Namely that the truth is a thing of value, and Mercy is of benefit to all."

He falls silent.

[Skullion]

A dwarf dressed with a simple travel tunic arrives on Triel, riding on a stout pony loaded with two barrels of dwarven ale.

After donating them to the temple, he identifies himself as an envoy of Kraak Helzak and asks the priestess for the best way to arrange a meeting with the Elders.

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[mangel]

A woman in black robes and hood, wearing a half wooden mask painted into the image of a skull missing it's jaw and all exposed skin covered in grey ash walks through Triel, the holy symbol of Myrkulite hanging from her neck.

She spreads the tale of the plague being a show of Myrkul's disfavor among the citizens of the town and that only faithful devotion to the Lord of Bones will set them free.

Otherwise she aids in disposing of the bodies and aiding with funeral rites aswell as comforting the dying with their inevitable fate, and if they wished take down their wills or last requests.

She if allowed does all she can to keep one person alive, unable to cure the diseases she routinely attempts to treat the symptoms with varieties of restorations, regnerations and healing spells to prevent Elderman Trebo from succumbing to the ravages of the plague.

[Carski]

Adonai the Spellbinder turns slowly to the path leading to the Tradeway. Grey traveler's robes and a staff in hand, he makes a lone trek north, north upon the road toward the township Triel. Where danger threatens him, it is but a few words and the motion of his hand that calms the violent nature imposed upon him. The hiss of sleep can be heard from those creatures that would attempt to stop the acolyte to gatherers of knowledge.

Little time passes upon the travel, as now Adonai the Spellbinder reaches his northern destination Triel—arcane speed rests with this one, when called for. With fortitude, he walks into the plague-realm with purpose, fearless. He engages those villagers that he finds susceptible to listening for words of comfort to their fears, or words of telling that would offer a way out from the pain and the suffering to come— speaking with them one-to-one, hearing there tale, speaking about the suffering. The suffering conditions are memorized, as is his work. Caring to those that accept their eventual fate, he learns of how so many seek respite or salvation from the plague, through their worship...

The Spellbinder does not act the part of cleric, nor promise healing, as it is not his calling to do so. He utilizes his innate strength to engender a greater understanding of the plague, as he is well aware of the conditions of the villagers since their recent plight.

If the opportunity presents itself, and a healthier villager appears, one who has already placed symbolist appeasing artifacts to Myrkul in their home or upon their person, Adonai the Spellbinder puts their name to memory. Where there is grain or a wreath placed to appease Chauntea, he seems to collect that identity as well.

The Spellbinder's time in the village is focused, documenting in his way where the seed of true belief lies for the village.