Conversations

[Biske]

"Speak."

"The only real resistance has already been chased off. We caught up with a few centaurs this morning, bu they were already on their way off."

"The gryphon?"

"Don't know. We assume he went to the mountains, but after the harpy..."

"Try to find something that can fly."

"Yes, sir."

"Anything else?"

"Rumors of werewolves, sir. A pack, and a few working by themselves. There's something about another unicorn, but I heard tell it's a black one."

"We'll approach them later. What about the humans?"

"Same as it's always been. As long as you don't cause a problem for them, they'll do nothing, sir. A few hero types, but I imagine they won't much care if a few creatures here and there disappear."

"Creatures, are we? Well, we'll see how they'll take the idea. Continue surveying the surrounding areas."

"Sir."

[Tyralor]

The Order was not without its patrols, and soon enough the grisly display of the heads of unicorns, gryphons, centaurs and others set upon stakes along the path between the Dagger and Myrkentown attracted the attention of one of these patrols.

Soon enough a number of the soaked members of the Order were stomping through the mud, collecting the few that'd been displaced from their poles by an overzealous ex-janitor, and barring her from dislodging the others. It was easier to see where they were when they weren't covered in mud and lost off the beaten path. It wouldn't do at all for a small child to find one of these heads

Later, members of the Order of Straka were nailing up posters on the lee side of buildings to protect them from the rain. Posters asking for information about the culprits of this latest event and offering a small reward for useful information.

[Biske]

"Have you se-"

"Yes, I have."

"What should we do?"

"They're only asking for information. We will tell them the truth, of course."

"But -"

"What did the others have to offer them, eh? Some happy prancing, perhaps? A wreath of flowers?"

"Well..."

"We can offer them something they sorely need. Now, don't come back until you have actual -news- to report. Make sure the others stay in the Forest, for now. I want to talk to this Order myself."

"Sir."