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[About time we had some Future World Music in our musical score! Here's an appropriate track for you to listen to.]

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"I do not see how me marrying would protect my town against times such as these, Señor." The Baronessa replied hotly to the Seneschal.

She had to bite her tongue to avoid directing a power word at the bald, palid man. The Seneschal was astute enough to sense her annoyance, and he rushed to qualify himself.

"Your Ladyship, an old duke could provide security -- wealth and liegemen -- and would not be concerned that you were, well, beyond child-bearing age."

The Baronessa had wrinkles, but they were like beauty marks, traces of laughter and tears that lent her lush, sultry features more mystique. After that remark, however, her lips well and truly pursed and she swept from the room sucking in her breath.

A woman was not defined by her ability to bear child, and Lady Morgen would not trust her town's fate to any nobleman, husband or not.

The Seneschal followed her into the long, late-afternoon shadows of the loggia. The light was warm, rich, and a salty smell of wafted up from the harbour.

"The fortunes of this town are no different from those of my household, Seneschal." Lady Morgen said, "When I married last, I did not marry a man, I married a barony. And it is still very much alive."

At this Seneschal scowled and wrung his hands. The former baron was very much alive too, until one day he fell down dead.

"You heard that terrible brouhaha this morning, Milady. Even that cheery drunk Captain Achelus fears the worst!" He implored, "Those adventurers have met some grisly end, and if we do naught then without mother-of-pearl, this town will perish."

The Baronessa was ignoring him, leaning against the balustrade and gazing out over the town. When the Seneschal protested, Her Ladyship shushed him, swearing in her native gypsy tongue.

A sea eagle soared in the deepening sky, black against blue, almost adrift like one of the flying realms of the Overworld.

Lady Morgen's eyes narrowed as she looked down at the harbour, then her cheek dimpled with a lopsided grin. The Seneschal stepped alongside, curious himself now despite his pique.

Gladden, excited cries from far below. An outrigger canoe sliding up to the beach, its paddlers jumping out to drag it ashore as townsfolk flooded down from the streets above.

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Lermoriach's ambush had been nerve-wracking when it was sprung, goblins and orcs racing towards you. Remarkable how similar the sensation was, seeing a town disgorge its citizenry at you.

The kids playing on the beach had seen your canoe first and after pointing, jumping and shouting a great deal, had ran off to tell their parents.

Your crudely-built outrigger was falling apart as you dragged it ashore -- the cateracts had bullied it mercilessly -- so you hastily abandoned it after grabbing your packs.

Not two steps had you taken before you were mobbed by honest, overwhelmed faces. You guessed that most people in town hadn't realised how worried they were until you returned. People were like that. They feared what they couldn't control, but they could at least control the fear, try to forget about it or just pretend it wasn't real.

But you had paddled out of the river mouth and the hope you bore gave people confidence to admit their fear. Men, women, young and old, you even recognised the taverner (and yes, Zoltan, his eldest daughter too). The gnomish mercer was there, who sold Tindarien the cheche, as was the young page who'd attended you on your stay at the Baronessa's keep. He was sweating and so short of breath from running that he couldn't ask the questions he was desparate to.

What a crowd! They all wanted to know if the river was restored, if the haunted helm was gone for good, if the mussels, the town's lifeblood, would return.

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Her haversack over one shoulder, her greataxe over the other, Seyja jumped lithely from the canoe and smiled at the crowd. She did not say anything, however, letting the more graced of tongue speak first.

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Zoltan

Stepping out of the ankle deep water, he sees the townspeople rushing them and smiles. The excitement is palpable, and spotting a familiar face he sweeps the innkeeper's daughter off her feet and gives her a deep kiss, figuring he was safe enough doing it right now. He gives the innkeeper a wink, and releases his daughter back to the crowd.

He too doesn't say much, they have a Bard among them after all and who is he to steal his thunder?

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<Weston>

He nudged Almador. "It's your town, you should be the one to share the good news", he said quietly.


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Jex

He moves between Weston and Almador, puts his arms around their much larger shoulders and says to both, "I seek no reward greater than to see these smiles as their hero," and he looks at Almador, "their brave sergeant Almador, returns to his town, the town that he saved from the most ancient of dragons!"

"YES!" he bellows out. "It is true! We return to tell you that the poison is no more. The water WILL BE pure again!"

Those were just the first words of an act. He had rehearsed it all in his mind as they paddled down the river. He would dance and sing. Each step was choreographed, each word of each song carefully joined to the next.

Jex moves away from Weston and the Seargent and climbs atop the nearest stump or large rock or any high ground and calls out to the throng:

Ring your bell! Sing your song!
I hope we haven't been gone too long.


He crosses his arms over his chest and feigns a moment of panic.

We have some news! Have no worry!
Gather around now and listen to our story.


As the children and townsfolk circle around him, he begins to sing some songs.

[Jex's Songs]

He sang a ballad that included a stanza about each of his friends. While each could have a song of their own, he explained that "It was our teamwork and unity that made us strong, that is why we all share this song". It was a ballad about how they risked their lives and endured painful wounds to achieve a singular objective. He left out no swing of a blade or casting of a spell as he weaved the tune. He watches the crowd as he sings.

Indeed it was those expressions that he craved and he played the crowd like an instrument itself, drawing gasps of horror as he told Nestron's tale and what he had to endure but he changed those feelings to mirth when he sang a new song about the ferocious halfling named Bearkiller with the mowhawk a beard as pointy as his dagger. Even the parents had to laugh when he sang the stanza about the invisible, make-believe, but real dire wolf pet. "You don't need to be tall when your friend is he-who-sicks-balls!" Finally the giggles turned to cheers with the final tale of the death of the Master of Winter.


[ooc: I wish I had the time to write it but alas, time is not something I do not have much of these days.]


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Tindarien

He is happy to let those of his companions who wish it to have their moment of glory. He smiles at the townsfolk, pleased that they are joyous but he stays with Nestaron, protecting his armless side from being jostled unintentionally.

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Though he disliked attention. This time though he just stood with his companions and let the feelings of life pour over them. That was to be celebrated after what they had endured. Though hus eyes watched the crowd out of habit.

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Sergeant Almador

He'd been more chatty in the canoe than during the whole quest. It was only partly relief. He hadn't been on the water since he was a teenager and it brought back glorious memories of those halcyon days. Together with the excellent weather, it only improved his already jubilant mood and he talked happily as he paddled.

That changed as they drifted from the river's mouth and saw the rooves of Rosencliff. Sergeant Almador suddenly felt a welling of emotion in his chest and he knew he couldn't speak without his voice cracking, so he said nothing.

He felt his age as he tried to prise himself out of the canoe, but fortunately one of his companions was on hand to lend him a hand. With a grunt, he hauled himself out, grabbed his pack and limped up the beach, straightening his back with a grimace.

The man-at-arms was used to addressing his men in the daily routine of work, and these people were friends, neighbours that he'd known his whole life. So he wasn't intimidated by the crowd, he couldn't address it either. He nodded in reply to Weston but was glad for Jex's theatrics. Had Almador lost his tongue?

No, his eyes were desparately searching the crowd for the one face that meant the most.

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Nestaron

He'd slept during the journey downriver and not even realised it. He'd felt as though he was just resting his eyes and soaking up the sun, but he hadn't noticed the whitewater rapids that'd battered the outrigger.

As a healer, Nestaron was always amazed at the healing power of a nap. His arm hadn't grown back but his innards felt aright. Now if only he could get his head straight.

Once ashore, the half-elf stood with Tindarien, sharing a look and subtle grin. This was more like it! A better outcome than the bloodshed on Meniscus. Indeed, this was what drove Nestaron. Saving lives, bringing hope and ultimately happiness.

He was glad that his sacrifices, and those of his companions, had paid off and been worth while. Rosencliff was a lovely town.

"Well done, Heilbutt." He said quietly.

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It should be noted, for the record, that no-one asked Jex Dragon-Spoor what he was smoking, as he recounted the perilous two day journey along the river valley.

Many amongst the crowd looked like they wanted to, but for the rest it was a wonderful, enthralling spectacle. Gasps, laughter, murmurs, cheers, they were all present in the bard's audience. The youngsters loved his confusing description of He Who Sicks Balls, and the name of a whole generation of the town's puppies was decided on the spot.

The grown-ups were jubilant, generous in their praise and thanks. They wanted to shake hands, clap shoulders, or at least touch these heroes that had saved their livelihoods.

On any other day, an adventurer and stranger snogging the taverner's daughter would have ended in fisticuffs with the father. But under the circumstances, the taverner was gobsmacked. Having a hero as a son-in-law had to be good for business!?

It was a happy, avid chaos.

Sergeant Almador barely responded. He was dumbstruck, his mind fixated on one thing. That one thing stepped from the crowd, hand clasping to her mouth when she saw him. Misses Almador burst into tears and rushed into her husband's embrace. He dropped his packs and held onto her, his shoulders shaking. The rest of the Sergeant's family gathered around, including some baffled grandchildren.

Captain Achelus manoeuvred around the Almadors, smiling earnestly. He didn't interupt them. Like his men-at-arms, the Captain wore yellow and blue livery, but topped with a cape and sword-belt. He'd forgone the polished breastplate, or perhaps hadn't had time to strap it on. He hadn't forgotten the signet ring, however, engraved with the crest of the Order of Averness.

Achelus nodded to you, eyes glancing over your party appraisingly.

"Victory rarely comes without sacrifice." He said, basic numeracy telling him your party was less a man.

"A strange thing was seen yestereve at dusk. The sun had set beneath the sea and a lonely raft drifted out into the bay, bearing a figure laid to rest. The light was fading but warm.

"The men heard the howls of seawolves and dared not take to their boats, and as they watched, shapes rose around the raft. Seawolves in a pack, but instead of setting upon the raft they bore it into the east, into the night." Said the Captain, and nods from the crowd corroborated his story.

A shorter tale than Jex's, it nonetheless meant something to you. Wake Island was to the east.

Captain Achelus let the moment linger, a reminder, not to you, but the gathered townspeople. Quiet. Then, once he sensed that they appreciated what had transpired, the Captain shifted his stance and shook hands with each of you, smiling, congratulating.

"I cannot tell you how glad I am to see you!" He said, "We were woken by dreadful sounds from the south this morning, and I knew then that you'd had an early start.

"Are you all right? Do you need help with any of your things?"

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<Weston>

He was quite happy to let Jex 'take the lead'. But he hoped that Almador would step up and accept the honors that he had earned. Of all that went on the mission, he was the one that had the most to lose. And yet he gave his all! That was =his= definition of a hero.
"He is here, sharing this moment with us in spirit", he said just as quietly to Nestaron. He really had lost more than any of the rest. He hoped that they could at least manage to restore his arm. Sadly he didn't know of anything that would bring back his friend.

He watched the 'celebrations' of the town's folk. He had expected that. It was how 'they' were ... jubilant when someone else saved them. But his mood lightened when he saw that it was Almador that was the recipient of the warmest welcome possible. He watched the reunion. It was the greatest reward he could have wished for. His wife and family. He could only wish that he might be so lucky some day.

He knew that he and Zoltan would have to 'meet' with the captain on 'Order Business', but that was for later. For now he was happy to let the 'festivities' swirl around him. He shook the captain's hand, "I am fine for now, thanks. But we should talk on the morrow."


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He watched the festivities with patience as if it was something necessary but not his choice. He even shook the Captain's hand. But then he slipped back into the press and did his best to be unobtrusive. Though he wanted to just slip away, he didn't. He still had questions for the Baroness.

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Seyja clapped Almador on the shoulder as she walked past him to Nestaron's side.

"You have lost your good right arm, Nestaron, not once but twice, and I have lost a new, but close friend."

She smiled at the cleric and shook her head sadly.

"I share your pain and thank you for your sacrifice."

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Tindarien

Apart from the general atmosphere, two things bring an extra cheer to his soul. He watch as the Almador family are reunited and he is glad that this moment has come about and he is here to see it. And the news from the Captain brings a smile to his face.

"It seems that Heilbutt has gone home." He murmurs to Nestaron.

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Sergeant Almador

For the moment he cared about nothing but the person he held in his arms, and no-one could blame him for that after the day he'd had.

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Nestaron

The half-elf smiled warmly at his friends words. He was humbled and grateful, but happy too.

Like Tindarien said, it seemed that Heilbutt had gone home. The High Druid claimed her own.

He felt sad for Seyja though. Heilbutt had liked her, it was obvious, and the two had struck up a rapport very quickly on the ship.

"I know one thing, Seyja," He offered, "Heilbutt would have wanted your other new friends to remind you what you have gained and not dwell on the loss."

Nestaron looked at her. Yes, should would be fine. Glancing at Tindarien, then back to Seyja and the others, he said.

"Come, let's find lodgings before the excitement peters out and these people realise how badly we smell."

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It was true. You stank.

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<Weston>

He smiled at Nestaron's suggestion. "I like the sound of that", he said with enthusiasm. The rest could wait a bit ... until after they had a chance to clean up and get a bit of rest.


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"It is as good an homage as most of us could expect," she said with a sad sort of smile. "I would settle for it myself."

Seyja looked down at herself and grimaced.

"I need a bath."

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It was sometime later. Tiredness made the time pass in a blur, and though you may have grabbed a few winks it was far less than forty (but more than ten).

Where the sky met the sea, it caught fire as the sun eased itself lower, and above, the heavens bruised.

Captain Achelus called the guards to attention and they swivelled on their heels and stomped, tucking their partisans into the crooks of their arms.

You walked between two ranks of yellow and blue livery in the loggia of the old keep, overlooking the town. Captain Achelus and the Baronessa of Rosencliff awaited you, bathed in sunset.

Fortunately for the assembled, you were washed, scrubbed and reclothed. Nestaron's bandages had been changed and Sergeant Almador, dressed as a townsman, had borrowed a wooden crutch from somewhere.

"The haunted helm and its damned treasure have been laid to rest. The river has been restored to nature. The Town of Rosencliff saved twice over... by you." Proclaimed the Lady Morgen.

"I asked you to do this and you obliged. Never once did I promise you reward, amigos, not once did you ask for it.

"But what you have done for my town cannot be ignored, even though this is a time when we have little wealth to spare." She said, pausing to gauge your reaction.

A slight grin crept onto her face and she clapped her hands. "Nonetheless, I cannot allow you to leave with only my thanks."

The Seneschal entered in his dingy habit, an imperious frown on his face and trailed by the young page who'd attended you during your stay. The burly lad carried two jangling sacks, and placed them between you and the Baronessa. He opened one to show it was filled with irridescent shells, mother-of-pearl.

"Yours." The noblewoman confirmed, then reached around to the pedestal behind her.

"And something of my own to give." She said, holding out a sheathed short sword.

It was seemingly crafted from a strange, lustreless steel that suited its perculiar design, including stunted, rounded quillons and unusually, a side ring on the guard. The grip was conical, wire-wrapped as it widened to a flat pommel. The straight blade was slender, double-edged, tapering to a point. So it was perhaps a poniard, but all said, at just under two feet in length, 'short sword' was not inaccurate either.

"A dwarven parrying dagger," the Baronessa explained, "made for human hands by the founder-smiths of Concord. Its name is Scatty Schlank and I hope it serves you as well as it did myself."

[Scatty Schlank (Recharge 11+): +1 to attacks and damage when using the weapon. When an enemy you are engaged with hits you while you're wielding this weapon, make a Dexterity check against the attacker's MD. If you succeed, the attack misses instead. Quick: Jumpy and suspicious.]

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He watched the others for their reactions. He suspected money wouldn't matter. The parrying dagger was interesting if it did come from the baroness. He closed his eyes for a moment but the fickle muse that was his memory gave him nothing. No there was some other piece of his past that had to do with her. Why? What? Probably the most important question who wanted him to know and what was their intended purpose. All questions he might never get answered. For now though he reopened his eyes and kept vigil.

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<Weston>

He was glad of the all too brief respite from the 'festivities' to clean up and rest a bit. He would have happily avoided the following pomp, but knew that it was important to these people.

He did his best to not look bored as the ceremonies continued. He didn't really care about the 'presents' ... although, the 'wealth' might be useful later. He made a mental not to be sure that Almador got a share in all this too. He had done his part as much as any of them.

The weapon didn't interest him all that much. He preferred a longer blade.

Mostly he was looking forward to getting a bit of food, maybe some wine and then a long time in a soft bed.


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(OOC - Neil - How does a Parrying Dagger work, compared to a Shield?)

Zoltan

He has washed himself briefly, spending more time cleaning his equipment. It took a bit of time to clean all the blood and gore out of the crevices of his armor. But now, clean and at least partially rested he stand with the others in the audience room, offering a slightly sardonic look to the Senechal who had doubted them.

To the Baroness he gives a bright smile and a wink, reminding her of her promise.

He glances at the seashells. A nice enough payment, and something they could all use a bit of. The dagger interests him more, though.

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Tindarien

They would probably split the shells and sell them when the opportunity arises. He might keep one as a memento, after all it is not every day that you vanquish an ancient dragon.

He is glad to be clean again.. and glad to be alive.

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['Parrying dagger' is just flavour. Mechanically it's a magic dagger or short sword -- can be used as either -- with the Dexterous Parry magic power. Two-weapon fighting doesn't do much in 13th Age. If you miss an attack with a natural 2, you can reroll. You don't get an extra attack. Some classes (frex, ranger) have further special abilities that revolve around two weapon fighting. For a paladin, a shield is probably better.

Once evenly split, the mother-of-pearl would be enough to give you full board in a fine inn, in one of the Seven Cities, for a week. Possibly much longer in a coarser establishment.]

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