A Notice, A Meeting, a Defector, Oh, My!
There’s a notice at Town Center in Icemule from the would-be Queen Daukhera which warns about speaking ill of the Queen in times like these. A couple halflings were overheard discussing it and other current affairs. Rather frankly!
Category: Towns
Topic: Icemule TraceDate: 03/18/2018 11:54 AM CDTFrom: TWILSONSubj: A Notice, a Meeting, a Defector, Oh My!A pair of Halfling women are washing blood from the bench and barrel in Town Center, and gossiping about the previous night. An auburn-haired woman looks at the notice in Town Center and shakes her head, “Who does she think she is anyway? And who are these Far Market fools?” Her friend chuckles to herself, as she reads the notice aloud.In the Common language, it reads:
Words of wisdom during dark times:
SPEAK NOT ILL OF THE QUEEN, FOR SHE IS POWERFUL AND TIMELESS
~ Followers of Daukhera and the Far Market ~The outspoken Halfling woman continues, “Timeless… just means she’s old as dirt. Couldn’t even write the notice in proper Halfling, who does she think she is?” Her companion smiles at her, and chimes in, “I heard there was a young apprentice in town last night. He said this “queen” woman wants a meeting with ICICLE.” Her friend snorts and says, “Oh, does she? I bet Miss Dirvy was pleased to hear that. Did she set him on fire right then or wait until he was outside the gate?” The blonde woman just chuckles, then continues, “But did you hear? There was a defector last night, too! The town was invaded by all sorts of critters, and in the middle of the chaos, this wizard fellow… I think he fancies this “queen” woman… brought down fire rain from the heavens and killed a bunch of folks.” The other woman stares at her friend and says, “HE DID WHAT?! I hope they shackled him to the nearest rift crawler!” The blonde woman just shakes her head, “No, but that’s not even the worst of it. He’s a Halfling too! And he is ill-favored among some citizens now.” Her friend scoffs and says, “And rightly so! What kind of Halfling goes against his own town? You sure he’s even a Halfling? Sounds like something a drunken Dwarf would do.” The women finish their cleaning, and wander up the road towards the shrine of Voln, mutter about blood in the snow.
Lady Dirvy Britbane
Matriarch of the Britbane Family
Executrix of House Sovyn
Chairwoman of ICICLE