Memorial Bequest for the Battle of Goblin Fort

Nailed to the Udro noticeboard and written in an elegant script: “Let it be known, that, Whereas the heroes Yulex and Altevier fought bravely at the Battle of Goblin Fort but were slain by the enemy, and, Whereas certain of their belongings have come into my possession, I, Illoa of Whitehold declare that such possessions shall be bequeathed to the next of kin of these heroes, Subject to the following conditions, That such next of kin are warriors fighting for the good of the people of Udrus, That such next of kin present themselves to me with proof of their relation to the deceased at the Wilds Exchange within ten days of the posting of this notice. A list of the belongings follows. Yulex A Potion of Hill Giant Strength An Ironwood Plank A Stack of 20 Gold Coins Altevier A Magical Sea Statue Chunk A Stack of 50 Gold Coins So do the people of Udro remember their protectors. Signed, Illoa of Whitehold” <<Thanks for having me last night. It was a rough one but the goal got accomplished so nice work everyone!>>

You see a woman with black hair sticking out of a hood cladded in leather armor approach.  "...Would you happen to tell me the last name of this Altevier, or how he looks."

Illoa looks up from an armor diagram on the table and gives a the woman a typical frown.  "If you are here about the bequest, then shouldn't you be telling me what his name was and what he looked like? After all, you have to prove your relation somehow."

The woman looks at Illoa with a gaze of anger mixed with sorrow. "Please, please don't tell me his last name is Geistbeller."

Illoa reaches under the table and pulls out a sack containing a stack of 50 gold coins and a magical sea statue chunk. She slides it across the table. "What's your name? Were you close?" She listens to the woman's story. When it is over, she says flatly: "Are you sure you want to follow in his footsteps? This is a savage and cruel land." She continues to listen. . . .  Illoa slides another sack, containing 380 G in gems across the table. "Well, if you want to survive you better arm yourself well. Here, there was loot from the monsters that killed him. It would have been his share."

<<Since i'm already level 4 on this character I would say that she has already adventured, just not in these lands>> She has a frown on her face after becoming sure that her childhood friend has died. "Whatever killed him...they will pay, I will rip them one my one. I will shoot every single one of them in their eyes..." She shows a devious grin while describing all sorts of crude things to do for revenge before cutting herself off noticing that Illoa is listening to her, her grin then turns into a passive face. "I am Zufella, you may be able to call me cross sooner or later. Before Altevier went off and did his own thing...his whole nature experience. He was a rich kid who was abandoned by his family. He had no magical powers until he started mumbling about spirits, or something. She laughed a little bit to herself. "We all lived in an orphanage, we were a family. We protected each other because no one else would." Her face returning back to a blank expression. "If the coin is mine, I'll take it."

A man in worn armor, walks up to Illoa and says, "I'm here to collect Yulexs leftovers."

A sturdy looking woman gazes back with a slight frown. "Who are you? How did you know Yulex? And will you fight for the people of this land?" . . . After listening to the man's answers, Illoa nods and slides two sacks across the table. One contains a potion of hill giant strength, an ironwood plank, and a stack of 20 gold coins. The other contains 380G worth of gems. "You better arm yourself well. Udrus is a savage and unforgiving land. I'll see you out there."

I am Celus Divety. I am, or rather was Yulex younger brother. I ran away from the village with him when the Giants took over. After a day of travel we came across a church and I decided to stay there to train. I told Yulex that whenever he wanted to talk he could send a message here. And so he did, every week in fact.  When we reached the church, he still only had one arm, and when we asked for help, the church said it was too late to mend it with their resources. It was only the week after that he sent a message about a hermit that gave him a metal arm as a replacement. After a few years, he sent another letter telling me he was going to Udro in hopes of getting stronger to fight off the giants in our village. In fact, after a couple of weeks, he sent another letter suggesting I should come with, claiming he started to become renowned and getting titles and catch phrases such as "slash and stab" and "shield leaped". It was only when he failed to send this weeks letter, I became worried, so I came over here. It was only when I heard people talking about a battle against the goblins in the bar that my suspicions were true.  He always did get himself into bad situations.  So, with him gone, I'm afraid I'm honor bound in way, to take his place in freeing our village. So yes, I will stay here for a time. Oh and don't worry about me, I know how to handle axe.  Nice job job on the graves by the way. I couldn't have done it better myself.

Turki wanders by, "An axe you say? I have a battle axe here that has some fine magic abilities, though unless you are an orc I am not sure you could use it to an extant. Would be interested in purchasing it?"

I'm afraid I don't have any orc blood in me. So the axe won't be much use to me.

Illoa appraises Celus with a critical eye. "Unless you are swinging your axe with two hands, you'd better take Turki here up on his offer. You'll thank me later." "Doing this memorial work makes me wonder. . . maybe . . ." She pulls out a piece of paper and a pen. Quickly jotting down a few lines, she seals it in an envelope. On the envelope she writes, "Open only on the death of Illoa of Whitehold," and passes it to Barney Greathall.  "This land is only going to get more savage and unforgiving. And through our own actions we have enticed Death to come visit us. If the day comes that I am unable to refuse Him any longer, maybe the rest of you survivors will respect my final wishes."

Joseph walks up with his hands in the folds of his cloak and says,"Death comes for everyone eventually,weather it be the lowest of townsfolk or the mightiest of hero's.I heard about what happened to Altevier.I didnt know him well but He seemed a good man,"with a sigh he adds,"Usually the goods ones are the ones that Death catches up to first.Either way I thought i should pay my respects"