Act 6 - The Pallid Plague
Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 8:10 pm
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass
** October 29th, Falcon's Hollow, 52 Years after the Fall of Bhall **
Its been four days since you attempted to speak to Payday's Corpse, and the spirit within refused your summons. Since then you have spent the time dealing with the fall out of all that's happened. Some have been tending to the final touches of the house, and its none too soon that finally today the last payment is made to the workers and the house it officially completed. Some have been out spreading their thoughts and feeling about the coming confrontation that will be in two day's time with the Lady of Winter, the Illian Seer who promised her arrival on the first of November. Others have been dealing with the children, or with other personal matters. Four days doesn't seem that much time, but you've managed a great deal, and you have also managed to simply relax some and live a little.
However Falcon's Hollow is now under a deep blanket of snow, for the last three days it has been snowing with no respite. During the night the snow falls thick and heavy, and only lets up slightly during the day. Folks have managed to keep their homes shoveled out for the most part, but the main roads are nothing more than narrow path's between the snow banks from house to house, neighbor to neighbor. The Markets, both Low and High, have been shut down, and all commerce has come to a stop. What's worse is that the river has iced over, and so no more lumber can be sent down river. That's very bad for Kreed, the Lumber Consortium and Falcon Hollow's lumberjack populations. It means no trade, no money, and eventually no life.
Firewood is at a premium, but luckily the Darkmoon wood is near, and if there is one thing the people in this town know its how to cut down trees. The fires keep burning, but you have heard from Laurel and Baleson and Edgrin that more than a few folks have already died from the harsh winter weather. Mostly the elderly, and the homeless. Others, already in trouble after all the problems that have plagued Falcon's Hollow, have started turning to the Church of Farrel for handouts and comfort. Religion isn't a big things in Falcon's Hollow, but it seems it might be growing a bit more as Winter arrives in force.
― Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass
** October 29th, Falcon's Hollow, 52 Years after the Fall of Bhall **
Its been four days since you attempted to speak to Payday's Corpse, and the spirit within refused your summons. Since then you have spent the time dealing with the fall out of all that's happened. Some have been tending to the final touches of the house, and its none too soon that finally today the last payment is made to the workers and the house it officially completed. Some have been out spreading their thoughts and feeling about the coming confrontation that will be in two day's time with the Lady of Winter, the Illian Seer who promised her arrival on the first of November. Others have been dealing with the children, or with other personal matters. Four days doesn't seem that much time, but you've managed a great deal, and you have also managed to simply relax some and live a little.
However Falcon's Hollow is now under a deep blanket of snow, for the last three days it has been snowing with no respite. During the night the snow falls thick and heavy, and only lets up slightly during the day. Folks have managed to keep their homes shoveled out for the most part, but the main roads are nothing more than narrow path's between the snow banks from house to house, neighbor to neighbor. The Markets, both Low and High, have been shut down, and all commerce has come to a stop. What's worse is that the river has iced over, and so no more lumber can be sent down river. That's very bad for Kreed, the Lumber Consortium and Falcon Hollow's lumberjack populations. It means no trade, no money, and eventually no life.
Firewood is at a premium, but luckily the Darkmoon wood is near, and if there is one thing the people in this town know its how to cut down trees. The fires keep burning, but you have heard from Laurel and Baleson and Edgrin that more than a few folks have already died from the harsh winter weather. Mostly the elderly, and the homeless. Others, already in trouble after all the problems that have plagued Falcon's Hollow, have started turning to the Church of Farrel for handouts and comfort. Religion isn't a big things in Falcon's Hollow, but it seems it might be growing a bit more as Winter arrives in force.