Battle on the Hill - a Hamlet Liberated

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Battle on the Hill - a Hamlet Liberated
« on: May 25, 2020, 10:36:19 PM »
News comes from the Belt region of Battledale that a hamlet had been taken over by a band of mercenaries but has now been liberated by adventurers.

The small farming community of Arvid's Hill now recovers from the ordeal - their fields ravaged by mercenaries digging for buried treasure that they could not find, and their inn ravaged by the same ne'er do wells. Thankfully, no villagers were badly hurt, but several of the travellers who were staying at the roadside inn there lost their lives trying to defend the townsfolk.

Rumour has it that it all came about due to this: a young farmhand named Stender recently made a big win at a game of dice - a dramatic change of his luck! Turns out the young fellow boasted a little too loudly and a little too often, prompting the Zylzaren's Company sellswords to detour to his home at Arvid's Hill in order to steal his prize. (A prize the man now says is cursed by the way his luck turned having it in his possession, and, reformed, he warns all against the evils of gambling and booze.)

Battledarrans retelling the story describe the heroes in such a way that they might be identified as the elves Amyvain, Ahnvae, and Avular, the human Kent, and Daisy the dwarf. Some (admittedly rather drunk) folk from the Four Flying Fish say that this group were able to find the treasure the mercenaries sought and place it into the hands of bards Morressyn and Harun all the way back in Essembra. Though, if asked (directly or indirectly), both bards very loudly state that they have no such gem in their possession - what would they do with a gem but spend its wealth on their flighty lifestyle anyway?

Her skin is pale, her eyes are red,
Her leaden voice commands the dead,
To rise and stand beside their dreadful queen.
No mortal power escapes her thrall,
Her hunger will consume us all,
And even now I hear her call: Jolene