NOTW XXI: A Return to Foxford

The old hermit stepped slowly out of his home. Struggling to climb down the three stone steps that lead from his front door to the main square of the village.

''My, Oh my, have these step got steeper.'' He grumbled cheerfully to himself, oblivious to the crowds of people in the main square.

He slowly began to focus on the villagers in the crowd around him. He pushed his brown, cloth hood down off his head, and his long, silver hair fell to his sholders. His face was wrinkled with laughter lines and his expression was warm and good-natured.

He turned silently in the direction that everyone else seemed to be staring in, and waited expectantly for someone to fill him in on what had been happening.
 
IC: Oh, dear Boo, what would I do without you? And don't forget Oliver and Milo. Don't forget Whiskers, Zachary, and Paul. Biggles, you're the best. Cajou, Princess, and Annie, go and eat. Everyone else, stay put. I want to talk to you all. Meow. Meow. Meow.

"Meow. Meow. Meow."
 
IC:
*the farmer seems strangely confused, not so much with the recent occurrence, but at his very existence* Muttering, mostly to himself "Odd, I don't remember coming into the village...I'm sure I had some reason...need to lay of the booze..."
OC:
And I didn't even know I was playing...
 
you singed up for Tears of Danalin, didn't you? i just copied that signup list, assuming that everyone who signed up there would want to play here...
 
IC: Oats walked through the town, remembering stories of the last time the peaceful village was threatened. He could smell lilac flowers blooming as he hummed an old tune.
 
The brewer open up his brewery a bit earlier.

"Anyone want fresh beer? Only one silver piece, or you can pay in clothing, iron or some fine mountain bread! You stranger there get the first for half the price! But please return the cups in a decent condition."

When nobody want to buy, he closes the brewery to go and buy some barley since he's running out of it. Then open it again and puts out a large sign to get some other customers intrested thats not the bartender (there has to be one).
 
Yay, Bartender, I have no silver but I'll gladly have one of your fine beverages.
Aaaah, a warm beer is great after a hard day's work fixing wheels and whatnot, dontcha know (;)).

So what's the fuss all about ? Lots of newcomers in the village, I hope nothing bad comes out of it.
 
''Something bad always comes of it'' the hermit mumbled sadly. ''I smell unwashed werewolf in the air.''
 
"Ah, the setting sun looks lovely tonight. I might have a seat and enjoy it a bit."

Jhoniten goes back to sweeping off his porch. It takes a long time. He is always stopping to watch people walking around.
 
''Something bad always comes of it'' the hermit mumbled sadly. ''I smell unwashed werewolf in the air.''

"There's no reason for that kind of talk, old man. The last thing we need is wild speculation".

Part of the hermit's quiet declaration rang true however - something bad did always come of late. There had been a time when leading the village had been no more complicated than solving disputes over livestock or organizing new buildings to accomodate for the ever expanding populace. He had been appointed Mayor and his leadership had been respected.

Lately though, his words had fallen on deaf ears. Events outside the village - once so distant - seemed to cast a shadow of fear over them all. It seemed the whole of Erebus was in chaos and visitors to the village told many a harrowing tale. The villagers had become withdrawn and fearful - the spirit of community had left this home.

The only way forth was through co-operation and rebuilding that spirit - but perhaps there were more pressing issues to deal with first.
 
OOC: Can you list what everyone is on the first page? Thanks.

IC: The midwife sits in front of her home and cheerily waves at all the passersby. She is completely oblivious to anything being out of the ordinary. It just seems to be a good day to relax outside.
 
The Weaver steps out of her small hut. She rubs her eyes and looks at the scene.

"Why do people always assume something bad happens just because a stranger comes to town? I mean he was wierd, but what are the odds that something bad happens?"
 
*the blacksmith also comes out*
I know honey, honestly, when was the last time a stranger did something bad to our place, eh?
 
*The Midwife happily waves to her neighbors as they come out*

"Good morn to you two. Did you say a stranger is in town?"
 
"Anyone want fresh beer? Only one silver piece, or you can pay in clothing, iron or some fine mountain bread! You stranger there get the first for half the price! But please return the cups in a decent condition."

"I have nothing on me but the clothes on my back and the song in my mind. I need my clothes for without them I shall shiver. Pray exchange a cup of beer for a little song?"
 
Praise be to Sirona that the Stranger has left. His very presence disturbed the natural peace. I fear this may be an ill omen. I must meditate.
 
As usual, the first noise that shattered the peace of the early morning for the townspeople was an explosion. This was followed with some disconcerting banging and culminated three seconds later in what sounded rather suspiciously like a gunshot that echoed throughout the town and died unceremoniously.

This was followed with the throwing open of a tin door, which slammed against the wall and made a
clang that could be felt deep within the bones.

The Tinker was ready for business. She proceeded to ignore everything around her and whack away on one of her strange new creations, at least until she got bored.
 
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