a new refugee camp

Brother Orren will follow the group with this mage guy trying to see if  he recognizes any of them from his congregation. After wards he will find Nadin or Celovar. "Where are these other folk being taken to? Who is this Blue guy? Does he have authority in Myth Drannor or is he trying to make his own village?"

Bryanna would arrive with a few pack animals from Shadowdale. One animal is laden with foodstuffs from the Chaunteans. The second is laden with various supplies from the Township itself, most of which seem to be non-vitals such as extra blankets, razors for the men, sewing supplies and so forth; things which would likely be needful but not apt to be brought with people leaving their homes in a hurry. She leaves these two animals and their loads with the nearest Lathandrite clergyman she comes across while taking the third deeper into camp.

As she progresses she waves and calls to the children to come with her, moving until she finds an open space near the edge of the encampment. Once there she unloads the animal and hobbles it, clearly intending to stay a while. She asks the older children to move through the camp and find the other youngsters to bring them forth as well. She smiles reassuringly to any concerned parents that arrive as well, enlisting their aid to help her in handing out what she has in the packsaddle of the third animal.

Once she has a few helpers she begins passing out the supply of home-made candies she's been working on to the camp's children, making sure everyone has gotten a few pieces before storing the rest for later. She next starts to hand out what seems to be the bulk of what was in the packs. Toys. Dolls, wooden cups with balls attached by string, larger balls made from hides tightly sewn back in on themselves, blacksmith puzzles from the dwarven craftsmen, etc etc.

As everything is for the most part distributed she finally takes one of the balls and moves out in the open space, kicking it about herself while doing her best to encourage the children to join her in a game.

The young woman remains throughout the day and into the next one, seeming to only be focused on distracting the children of the camp from their situation and seeming to rather enjoy diving into all manner of silly games with them.

As Nightfall begins to set on the Settlement and Farms, the Barricades are now up, the Lathanderites that assisted the Dawn-Knight Marshal, would recieve a salute and a grin

"Good Job, well at the very least, we can offer any Spell-casters and Archers some shelter should things turn nasty. But . . thank you all. Now if you don't mind, I am going to find a stool by the fire, and eat something, then grab a quick rest then return to duty."

He chuckles to himself, sweat rolling down his brow, as he removes his gauntlets. Sitting in front of the large open fire, he would take a bowl, a slice of bread and eat for the first time in four days. He would then stretch and find himself dozing off against a tree, not before asking Squire Reynolds to wake him should anything arise.

Once again, as before with the settlement, Sister Laura walks along the long dirt road towards the refugee camp. She introduces herself to the guard and those who should know she is among them, and quickly retreats to the camp to stay out of the officials way. She does send word she brought donations from a few others. A bit of coin, but mostly just healing supplies for the common-folk.

"I'm certain they're very busy. I'll give it to someone when they have time." She smiles and ducks out of the way. She spends some time with the people, just as many others have. Perhaps seeing Valerie and Bryanna amongst them, giving them a small wave and a smile. She works on taking care of the smaller things. A scrape here, a skinned knee there. A refugee with the flu, and a few other non-critical health concerns.

A few days after her arrival, Sister Laura stood in the middle of the refugee camp staring at the ground. She stared at the earth, standing bare footed, running the dirt between her toes, lost in thought. It may have looked strange to the people of the camp, the woman standing in the cold staring at dirt. Perhaps she was trying to become a druid? After a brave refugee stepped in and asked if she was feeling alright Laura jumped, nodded to herself and the man a few times, and returned to her tent looking distracted, muttering something under her breath.

"I should probably ask..."

After being allowed inside Myth Drannor once again Mark enters the city to talk to Cleophus and arrange the paying of the fine, they talk with Garren about a few things and Mark walks away to help around the refugee camp.
He has no money to offer but he can be seen talking to people to point them who should they talk to, he looks like a fish out of the water helping people but soon enough he finds a way to be helpful, doing hilarious (at the point of being stupid sometimes) perfomances for the children.

When he is done helping people around he walks towards the Lathanderite Settlement and patrols alone the perimeter, looking for traces of spells and keeping an eye out for the enemy

Having received the letter from Cleophus, Imesah seeks him out to discuss what must be done. Once that discussion has ended she makes her way back to the Cathlemet manor grounds to continue her watch over those who are staying there.

DrunkenSolamnic wrote:

Bryanna would arrive with a few pack animals from Shadowdale. One animal is laden with foodstuffs from the Chaunteans. The second is laden with various supplies from the Township itself, most of which seem to be non-vitals such as extra blankets, razors for the men, sewing supplies and so forth; things which would likely be needful but not apt to be brought with people leaving their homes in a hurry. She leaves these two animals and their loads with the nearest Lathandrite clergyman she comes across while taking the third deeper into camp.

As she progresses she waves and calls to the children to come with her, moving until she finds an open space near the edge of the encampment. Once there she unloads the animal and hobbles it, clearly intending to stay a while. She asks the older children to move through the camp and find the other youngsters to bring them forth as well. She smiles reassuringly to any concerned parents that arrive as well, enlisting their aid to help her in handing out what she has in the packsaddle of the third animal.

Once she has a few helpers she begins passing out the supply of home-made candies she's been working on to the camp's children, making sure everyone has gotten a few pieces before storing the rest for later. She next starts to hand out what seems to be the bulk of what was in the packs. Toys. Dolls, wooden cups with balls attached by string, larger balls made from hides tightly sewn back in on themselves, blacksmith puzzles from the dwarven craftsmen, etc etc.

As everything is for the most part distributed she finally takes one of the balls and moves out in the open space, kicking it about herself while doing her best to encourage the children to join her in a game.

The young woman remains throughout the day and into the next one, seeming to only be focused on distracting the children of the camp from their situation and seeming to rather enjoy diving into all manner of silly games with them.

While foodstuff is obviously not needed in Myth Drannor after a very bountiful harvest the elves unloading the good still thank Bryanna very politely for the donation.

The non foodstuff is received with much more joy though as the refugees are obviously well fed.
One women would call out "Just what i needed, because John forgot to pack all my sewing needles!"

The children would be very happy to receive more toys to Play with as many of their old toys where left behind in the hasty evacuation from the farms... and the candy, as always bring big smiles to the childrens faces.

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Amatria who spends most of her time in Myth Drannor for the time being, takes some hours out of her days to spend in the camp, singing and playing to the refugees in hopes of keeping their spirits high. When not in the camps, she spends most of her time around the campfire outside the inn, also playing a lot on either flute or lute. She welcomes all, adventurers and refugees alike, who wishes to listen or to sit and have a conversation.

Amatrias singing is well received by all the refugess as a welcome diversion from those that now have nothing to do but wait until they can return to their homes...

After taking the time to situate Shadowdale with his absence, Vincent makes his way to the Myth Drannor. Once he arrives he asks around for Cleophus, wishing to speak to him immediately. Making his way to the Lathander Settlement he looks at all the tents and people of the Lathander Settlement, giving them small waves or nods. People he used to call neighbors, frowning slightly seeing their condition. It doesn't take long before he stumbles upon Mark and Cleophus talking near the shore. He waits patiently in the short distance, and it doesn't take long for him to be noticed. Some short words are exchanged and Mark departs the area, laughing quite loudly and Vincent grinning slightly. The Knight approaches Cleophus with a respectful nod and the two talk quietly for some time.

Once the discussion is done, Vincent rests a hand on Cleophus's shoulder and murmurs once more. Then Cleophus parts ways and Vincent looks over the town he once lived in, giving a bow of his head to the soldiers before making his way to patrol the area and watch over it during his stay.

Brother Orren will get the info he needs from the group. While asking for Nadin or Celovar he finds out about the Councilor. Curious as to why he hasn't seen him before. Maybe he needs to get out of the fields more if he's going to represent the Earthmorther in Myth Drannor. He will attempt to find the gentleman and the group again. He will approach the Councilor if he finds the group again.
//HE only originally followed the group enough to see who was there, not to be sneaky or anything. He is also dressed as a man of the cloth.//

As Nightfall begins to set on the Settlement and Farms, the Barricades are now up, the Lathanderites that assisted the Dawn-Knight Marshal, would recieve a salute and a grin

"Good Job, well at the very least, we can offer any Spell-casters and Archers some shelter should things turn nasty. But . . thank you all. Now if you don't mind, I am going to find a stool by the fire, and eat something, then grab a quick rest then return to duty."

He chuckles to himself, sweat rolling down his brow, as he removes his gauntlets. Sitting in front of the large open fire, he would take a bowl, a slice of bread and eat for the first time in four days. He would then stretch and find himself dozing off against a tree, not before asking Squire Reynolds to wake him should anything arise.

When Blue finishes his business with the clerks Orren will approach, "Greetings sir, I'm Brother, I mean Harvestmaster Orren, may I intrude on you time?" If he receives a favorable response he will continue, if not he will listen. "I see you are providing lodging for some of the displaced citizens. May I ask if this is going to be permanent or temporary?" If he appears to be in a hurry he will walk alongside. "My concern is in the possible long term providing for the citizens dietary needs. Will you be growing your own crops or using the finished products in Myth Drannor? Currently we are well suited to provide their needs, but the next growing season should be planned for now to avoid being caught unaware."

Wandering around the Settlement and Farms, Garren would notice something odd. Approaching a group of Lathanderites and Akh-Velahr

"May I ask why the Livestock has not been moved? And if possible could you please move them. The reason I ask this is because, how will the Farmer, tend to the land, or produce milk, Eggs from Chickens, Meat from Cows, and Pigs. So while you are standing around, please move them, if it is not much trouble"

Shakes his head wondering why they weren't moved when the People were evacuated

one of the Sunelven Akh´Faern approaches Garren

"With all due respect Dawnknight-Marshal. There are no pens to hold all the livestock of the farms in Myth Drannor. We would need to build some first. Unless you wish to have them all run all over the City...? And did the undead target animals before?" The Sunelf obviously doesnt like the thought of hundreds of loose livestock...

Looking around, the responding to the Sun Elf

"Very true,  Hmm. " He pauses for a moment " If there was more time, I would check if there was somewhere to place them, and as to the Last time you speak of, yes a few cows were slain, but I think that may have been a result of the Undead's ranged blasts.

Very well, then. I will speak with The Keeper and The Dawnlord on this troubling matter. My thanks. May the New Dawn, grant you protection."

Salutes the group and wanders off to the Settlement to speak with The Keeper, and The Dawnlord, if they are there

"No that should cover it thank you for your time and generosity. I hope this inconveince will be short. Please feel free to contact me with any needs that may arise."

I have to agree with the Akh'Faern in this Dawnmarshall. If all runs well I hope things will be back to normal before bad prejudices occur. You priorized the innocents, but we cant move everything in the farms unfortunatelly.

Nodding, he sighs

"Of course, Keeper. I was merely curious as to why the Livestock wasn't moved. I trust you are well though my friend. "

Cleo, himself a product of a farm, gathers a few volunteers into a circle, wards them against mind attacks, and brings them into the Settlement.

The livestock are penned, not roaming, for ease in feeding them. Longer-term issues, such as brushing, cleaning, and medical maintenance are put off for these few days, since volunteer numbers are limited, but Cleo and the others do manage to give each animal a cursory examination and deal with any urgent problems.

Some livestock are quarantined for health or behavioral reasons and need special attention. Cleo comes back later to tend to those, with his trusty new farmhand.  

Bryanna gets up in the morning after a very restless night. She sneaks away before the children finish their breakfasts and come looking for their playmate seeking after Garren the Dawn-Knight.