Editing Farming Towns (section)

=== Timed events ===
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{{TErow| 1 | Introduction|You enter into this region, not too far from the [[Tatalia]]n border, glad to be almost home.  The time spent in [[Steadwick]] studying with the [[Clerics]] was useful and productive, but it was too long away from the swamps you love and call home.  The [[Fire Witch]], as you are called, cannot bear to be away from her lands, but is not readily welcome there either.  For the people of [[Tatalia]] fear [[Fire Magic]] and shun all who use it.  Knowing the power it holds, and wanting to wield it you gave up a life of acceptance for your power. }}
{{TErow| 2 | Please help us!|The bushes rustle and you prepare for attack.  Even in [[Erathia]] there are beasts to be wary of.  It is not beasts, but peasants.  Blood is caked and dried on their faces and wraith-like bodies.  Terror grips these peasants and holds them captive. Barely able to stutter out the horrors they were witness to.  Finally, after a bit of water and some coaxing one of them tells the tale in a near-senseless jumble of words.<p> "I-I was farming and my wife was out picking berries with the children."  He closes his eyes to squeeze out the images and breathes deeply. "Th-then we were beset upon by a wailing none of us had ever heard before.  Frozen in terror, I watched as these ghastly things flew towards my wife and children."  He sobs, unable to speak for a moment.  "Then I ran and ran and ran.   Never looked back.  [[Mortimer]] found me two days later.  But he's dead now, or at least sort of.  He walks, but does not see or hear that we are his friends.  He killed his own son!"  The man finally breaks down completely and sobs like a child.  This was worse, much worse.  Reports from the others confirm your worst fears.</p>}}
{{TErow| 2 | Undead|Someone is slaughtering the peasantry to make an undead army.   }}
{{TErow| 3 | Warning of War|Now it is time to speak to the [[Tatalia]]n leaders for there is a new menace that plagues [[Erathia]].  This power behind this menace is yet unknown, but you suspect it is greater than the leaders of [[Erathia]] have guessed.  [[Tatalia]] needs to be warned to support [[Erathia]] if it falls.  Pushing aside the thoughts of yet another war you look forward to simply going home.  }}
{{TErow| 4 | Messengers|Quickly, messengers are sent out to the [[Tatalia]]n leaders and to an [[Erathia]]n lord to the east.  The first reads, "[[Erathia]] has been attacked by strange new enemies.  They are extremely powerful.  We should prepare in case [[Erathia]] cannot hold the tide." }}
{{TErow| 5 | Second Message|Before you send off the message to the Erathian government you give it one last look through.  "My name is [[Adrienne]], [[Witch]] of [[Tatalia]].  I am aware we recently were at war, but now is a time for our lands to work together.  Recently, on a journey home from [[Steadwick]], I crossed paths with a group of peasants from [[Brastleton]].  My men have confirmed news of undead overrunning the land.  [[Erathia]] is under attack by these vile creatures.  I am the only one who has answered their pleas.  I do know of the troubles you are having with this new menace, but any help would be appreciated."  Satisfied the message conveys the urgency of the situation you send it off, hoping the [[Erathia]]ns will take seriously a request for help from a [[Tatalia]]n.  Praying for good fortune you turn to the more immediate matters.}}
{{TErow| 5 | Advisor|Your most trusted friend and advisor, [[Baltron]], enters your tent.  "[[Adrienne]], there is no way [[Erathia]] is going to assist us and yet you attempt to beg help from them.  They are still upset at the war and are probably under attack.  Why do you bother?"<p> "Well, I must try." A small quirky smile brushes past your face.  "This way I have covered all of my bases.  If we fail then no one can say I should have asked for help.   What if they do not refuse?  It is a possibility I cannot pass up.  You are no warrior.  I need troops and other warriors or spell casters.  I do value your assistance, but we simply need more help.  This is not going to be an easy battle and you know it."  A frown settles back to its accustomed place.</p>  }}
{{TErow| 15 | Messenger returns|Of the group you sent to [[Tatalia]] only one returns.  He confirms your worst fears.  The infection of undead has spread across the border and into [[Tatalia]].  There will be no way to get word to the leaders anytime soon.  You must deal with this problem without help from your beloved homeland.}}
{{TErow| 20 | Reply|A messenger returns from the knight's castle.  He does not carry the official word, but the news is not good.  The [[Knight]] sent a message to you saying, "There will be no aid from [[Erathia]].  We have been attacked by hideous beasts wielding powerful weaponry.  All of our [[Knights]] and [[Clerics]] have been called to defend [[Erathia]] from these demonic beasts.  Good luck."  His words are honest, but do not bode well for your cause.  At least there are some [[Erathia]]ns you can recruit to aid this cause.}}
{{TErow| 25 | Official Response|Finally, after several days the messengers return with an official response.  "We regretfully inform you of our inability to assist in this manner.  Due to a new and formidable menace we are unable to spare a single [[Knight]] or [[Cleric]].  Since the disturbance takes place on the [[Erathia]]n-[[Tatalia]]n border we would be grateful if you and your people were able to remove this nuisance.  There is however, one [[Knight]] whom you may be able to recruit.  He is being ransomed by a group calling themselves, "The [[NightStalkers]]".  If you free him and show this letter he will offer the aid you need."  Barely containing the burning fury welling up within, you crumple the letter and stuff it into your pocket. Abruptly, you shout orders to break camp, not saying a word about the bad news.  Your instincts tell you this is more than a mere nuisance, but fools never listen.}}
{{TErow| 26 | [[Baltron]]'s opinion|"My dearest young [[Witch]]," you know this is going to be an 'I told you' session. "I did warn you against begging for aid from [[Erathia]].  Even the [[Tatalia]]ns are unreachable.  I am truly surprised they even took the time to write what they did-"<p>You cut him off angrily. "Quiet!  I am the one who makes the decisions around here.  Don't give me that "I told you so" crap.  I am well aware of what the response was going to be.  Now I have covered my bases and we can get on with this business of burning the plague of undead from the land."  Unconsciously your hands have clenched and power had begun to slither out and curl around you like a snake ready to strike.  Seeing the terror in his eyes you stalk out, and curse him for getting you so angry.<p> }}
{{TErow| 30 | Burning of the Dead|Last night you came across lots of piles of rotting flesh.  Even though they did not move you were confident it was a trap.  Rather than risking another confrontation, you loosed the full force of your [[Fire Magic]], cleansing the area of the rotting bodies.  At first the men where horrified at the show of fiery magic.  Recoiling from your destruction of what obviously had become Zombies they stood far from you. All night your own men, fearful of your fire magic, shunned you.  In the morning black smoke plumed into the sky.  Rushing to see why the forest was burning you saw most amazing sight.  The men were grimly surrounding a pyre.  There, the bodies of the dead were being burned.  Apparently they had come to terms with fire and realized its value here.  If the bodies were not utterly destroyed then they would soon join the ranks of undead.  It was best this way.}}
{{TErow| 35 | Troubles|[[Baltron]] rushes into your tent, waking you from a near dead sleep.  "[[Adrienne]]!  There is trouble with the men!  Come quick!"  Throwing on clothes you stumble sleepy eyed out into camp and straight into a free for all.  [[Tatalia]]ns and [[Erathia]]ns are brawling, a huge fistfight has engulfed the camp!  "Stop this now!"  Your strong voice carries, but none listen.  Vainly you shout again and know it will only give you a sore throat.  From deep within you call the anger needed to release the power of Fire.<p>Unleashing flames high into the night sky men quickly scramble for cover. Letting your temper cool, each man warily keeps their distance as you stalk through the camp, looking for the instigators.  It is easy to find them.  Two hotheaded [[Cavalier]]s were disciplined twice already for inciting the [[Mighty Gorgon]]s within the ranks - by trying to ride them.  Now one of the troublemakers lies dead, having discovered why most don't lock eyes with a [[Mighty Gorgon]].  Staring coldly at the remaining [[Cavalier]] you wordlessly snag the fool in one hand.<p>Between gritted teeth you manage to speak these words, "There - will - be - no - more - FIGHTING!"  The camp jumps as you punctuate the last word with a small burst of fire from your free hand.  The [[Cavalier]] will need to change his shorts.  Dropping him you stalk back towards your tent.  [[Baltron]] takes over, scolding them further and arranging for healing of the wounded and burial of the dead.</p>  }}
{{TErow| 40 | Flowers|It has been a long and tiring day.  Traveling through familiar territory that has been turned into a pile of rotting corpses takes it toll on everyone.  Sighing heavily you retire to your simple tent to find a few hours of sleep.  Noticing the flap is open you cautiously enter, wondering if undead understand the notion of assassins.  If they do you were not going to find the answer today.  Dozens of flowers litter the inside of the tent, their sweet perfume a heavenly scent.  You breathe deeply and realize this is not something soldiers or Baltron would do.  Giggling from just outside the door lets you know who is responsible for such a gesture.  Children, recently rescued are watching you enjoy the simple pleasure of flowers amidst the horrors of war.  You toss them a smile and shoo them off to bed.  For that night, at least, you sleep well and dream only of your childhood.}}
{{TErow| 45 | [[Death Knight]]|Sighting of the leader occurred some days ago.  It is a [[Death Knight]] on a great Black Charger.  Loyal followers obey his every wish and command.  He has moved deeper into [[Tatalia]], and you know this does not bode well for your homeland.  Time is of the essence. You must eradicate this menace!}}
{{TErow| 50 | [[Death Knight]]|This strange [[Death Knight]] seems more powerful than the others.  Not knowing who he is, and why he does not seem upset by your presence is worrisome.  Knowing that it could seriously harm you to not know this enemy you send out scouts to [[Tatalia]] and [[Erathia]] to see what they can find out.}}
{{TErow| 60 | [[Tatalia]]|An answer has come back from [[Tatalia]].  They do not know who this [[Death Knight]] is.  They are having problems of their own, and leave you to take care of the few necromancers seen in the valley.  Since at least half of the land affected belongs to [[Erathia]], you know [[Tatalia]] will do little to aid you. }}
{{TErow| 65 | Money|A messenger comes in from [[Erathia]].  They need money to run a war.  Busy with their own problems they have neglected to realize there are problems on the border.  The messenger says if he does not return with the tithe due from this area then he will have to tell the [[Erathia]]n military there is a [[Tatalia]]n [[Witch]] running the territories here, and that could be very bad for you.  Grinding your teeth at having to be political you fork over the tithe.|effect=-10000 {{g}} [[Gold]], -50 {{w}} [[Wood]], -25 {{m}} [[Mercury]], -50 {{o}} [[Ore]], -25 {{s}} [[Sulfur]], -25 {{c}} [[Crystal|Crystals]], -25 {{gem}} [[Gems]]}}
{{TErow| 75 | Who is he?|Scouts have been tracking the [[Death Knight]], and have finally returned with word of who he is.  Those [[Death Knights]] and [[Necromancers]] seen here used to be living members of a cult that served [[Lord Haart the Death Knight|Lord Haart]].  From [[Erathia]] it has been confirmed - [[Lord Haart the Death Knight|Lord Haart]] was raised from the dead.  He then raised the dead members of his cult who now serve him with utter loyalty.  He is a force of death moving through a land of great life.}}
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