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Picnic in the Foothills


//I know I’m taking a little bit of a liberty, weather conditions and bulk npc actions are a DM’s territory but I thought of this little event and thought it might be a nice chill way for people to get out any little odds and ends they have left over from the huntress storyline and maybe set us up for newer things. If it does step on some toes, just let me know and I’m more than happy to have it taken down. Anyone is welcome to join in though I have tapped some people to get it started.//

The day after the defeat of the Huntress the townsfolk of Bodkin awoke bleary-eyed from too much wine to find that the sky had split, not a cloud sat in the heavens and the sun shone as warm as a June day. To be outside was to feel that winter would never come. Most folks set about getting more preparation for the harsh seasons done while the weather was good but by mid-afternoon most were of the opinion that this last, lost day of summer should be enjoyed and so many of the townsfolk travelled into the meadows in the foothills of the Irontooth mountains laden with picnics and good spirits.

A gathering soon formed, children ran through the buzzing warm field between the scattering of blankets and mats, food was shared freely, music was played and even Hopper carted up some of his kegs and bottles to sell and though it was still some time now till Samhain the whole affair had a festival air to it. Someone even had the audacity to raise a maypole, lost in time just as much as this precious day of sunshine.

The general feeling of the afternoon was one of community, no longer a celebration of the death of The Huntress (for even without her winter would still come) but rather an affirmation that together they had weathered her storm and together they would weather many more and everything the seasons had to throw at them to boot.

At the edge of the crowd, slightly distant from the others a blanket and hamper had been set up by Kedri and Elluir who sat eating, drinking and relaxing. Isania joined them officially keeping an eye on the townsfolk but she soon left that to Jamie and Mac and sat herself down to join. On the whole they were happy to just talk and make merry, though they had been among the group at the centre of the celebrations the night before they were happy to be on the outskirts now.

Hester also made her way through the edges of the crowd watching the proceeding, engendering glares from some and guilty blushes from others. Eventually she joined them as well, eager to hear the tale of The Huntresses demise.

Kedri was certain he saw others he recognised and when he did he waved and beckoned them to join.



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Towards the end of their recounting the story, Isania commented that she was sure Kedri had fallen towards the end of the battle. He nodded and clarified, “I think perhaps her last arrow hit home.” He tapped the centre of his chest to indicate where home apparently was. “Though I’m not sure, all I know is all of a sudden I couldn’t breathe and collapsed to the ground, I was cloaked in shadow at the time and they just pulled tighter as I got worse though they dissipated when I… and then Elluir brought me back.” He finished with a smile and Eluir sighed finally understanding why he wasn’t able to find him easily at the time.

“Though…” Kedri sounded uncertain if he should mention it. “..when last I was that close to the other side, after a foolhardy and desperate attempt to boss a bloodbeast around. It was the Huntress who brought me back; I was a goner for sure, then I think she breathed life back into me.” His hand moved to his chest again.

“After that, even in The Garden I felt chill as if her cold breath was still in my lungs, keeping me alive.” He held his hand to his chest again where he had gestured before. “Maybe it was all in my head, I’m no expert on the divine magics, but perhaps when she was killed the breath that had brought me back died with her.” Kedri looked around at the slightly concerned faces of his companions , somehow the sunshine seemed to soften the grimness of the story but not fully.

“Then again maybe it was just an arrow… either way I was granted life again through the grace of Selune so frosty breath or no it’s gone now.” He finished giving Elluir a small thankful smile.

“Either way it seems fitting.” Hester smiled in a manner she often did, one that told you something insightful and potentially devastating had occurred to her. “The last life she granted was the last one she tried to take.”

That hung in the air for a moment before Kedri pushed things on.

“Whatever the case, I’m just happy to be able to spend time at home again” he regarded the townsfolk going about their impromptu festival with a wide smile. “Where did you get to last night anyway Isania, you disapeared off and didn’t come back till after I had to support this one’s stumble home” He nudged Elluir who rubbed his forehead again muttering something about Fey wine being deadly. “And you came back smiling like a cat who got its cream … or a wolf that got its steak. Phaeron didn’t pop back into town unannounced did he?”


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