11/12 Alturiak 1358DR
DB Notes: BS Village: Centaurs:Bosmos: 7.25/8.29/9.15/10.4.23



Several of Maktar’s war clerics are unwinding after the events of the day.

“Damn, almost a scrape!”  One of the muscled battle-clerics mutters, removing his chain shirt in the apartment building they’d rented for quarters.

Not far from the Fire Beathing Dwarf, the Helmites who weren’t clergy didn’t have room in the abbey, so the warriors had to find a place off site.  They had returned from the events in the tavern to clean up.

“Way that dwarf talks to his companions, may find a sword in the back.”

“Not spent much time with dwarves, have ye?”  Muttered Gark, unwrapping the linen he wore under his greaves to reach for another mug of warm ale.
“They’re about as friendly as Maktar; although most don’t travel under arms with elves and orcs.”

“Eh!  That orc is the smartest amongst the lot!  When he needs answers, he smashes a head!”  Torno yelled, impressed by the clear forceful action.

“Yeah, but that foppy cutpurse was running all over the place; helping carpenters with fake buildings.  Having the drovers make fake roads over to the lake.  I don’t even think that bloke took to the wine so busy with the elf’s plans.”

“Lot more elves than used to this far north.  Mind yer stew.  Mum said the elves put sleep powder in yer stew an’ steal yer silver.”

“Yeah?  Yer mum’s a fecking moron.  Elf will cut you crotch to neck while you watch, caught in a hold while you bleed out.”

“Well, sure as Helm’s watch we saw that.”  Corley states flatly, putting a grim pause in the banter among the religious warriors.

“That man was a beast worshiper.  Elf dealt him his due.”

“Nay.  More alike to the herds and animals of the mountains and forests.  City types don’t understand the frontier gods.  Malar may be savage, but not as evil as you think.  And just as disgusted by demonic infestations and undead blight as He who watches.”

“Worship beast or worship coin, person who talks at me like the dwarf speaks to Fyrnlocke better be my wife or it’s the gauntlet!”

“Better a gauntlet to the face than an elven moonblade through the chest!”

“Maybe, but with Helm as witness I’d not sit in my home and answer to elven provocations neither.  Maybe he fucked animals.  Maybe he was a Banite.  But I saw naught reason for him to get a sword in the stomach after following directions.”

“Eh.  This whole area’s been thick with undead corruption.  Can’t call much up here “law” besides a blade, Corely.  Ain’t feckin’ Cormyr.”

“Helm defends.  Plenty of work here; poor folk.  Either shining Lathandar’s ass or taking a whip to please Ilmater.  Seems these northern folk love
to suffer.”

“…and take the lash of dwarven tongues!”

“STILL BETTER THAN A MOONBLADE TO THE CHEST, FUCKER!”

 Jameson did not want to answer further questions from the Heroes in public

 Several likely members of the Shadows of the Valley committed suicide rather than surrender once discovered among the patrons of the
        Firebreathing Dwarf

 Kailute elicited confirmation that the “Shadows of the Valley” have a fortress in the mountains before slamming the source’s head into a
        table to provoke a bar brawl

 Jameson shared that Zorth was a disgraced Zhent paladin of Bane who has resurrected his career by providing military advice to Donlevy the
        Young

 HoW propose to betrothe Christine to Duke William of Arcata, directly in front of her

 Jameson proposed a contract for information; Quilro responds by plunging the possessed moonblade into him neck through stomach

“That’s what happens to assassins.” The elf states flatly as he wipes off the moonblade.

Kailute shakes with incredulity as DonBrapp indicates curtly to Tomas to clean up the mess.