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OOC: The village of Coast Side is a small island town a short distance away from the main land on boat it takes about two days to travel. There are two other towns on the island Porton, and Ridge Top. The island is full of various pines and ever green trees and it's population survive by finishing and trading, eating a diet of mostly fish. As far as the local government is concerned, each village has a head reporting to a mayor on the mainland. That mayor has a rough idea of how many citizens are in each village and collects taxes once every month. Now on to the real political power, each village has one or two elders who discus trading agreements fishing and land rights and other matters of importance to the islands people.
The town of Coast side is at the far end of the island and consists of no more then 107 people, this town is surrounded by water on one side and forest on the other the trees being pine a soft wood, are strictly unsuitable for any activity involving stress upon the wood such as ships or crates, but still the town does have a few lumberjacks. Ridge Top is located at the edge of a cliff on the east side of the island and has a fair amount of space. The town was the first on the island the location of a fort meant to warn the mainland of an invading fleet, since then the fortress has been removed and a torch maintained light house still remains. As a result the shores off of Ridge top tend to be the side of preferred travel. One could even visit the small town of 42 if they are capable of reaching the small dock and then climbing the 140 or so stairs. Lastly the town of Porton, arguably the capitol of the island is closest to the main land they have a fairly large amount of land available for crops that very few seem to use. An odd note is that the forests are several miles away and the one shipyard of the island happens to be in Porton, as a result logs are moved by boat o this town to be made into small one man ships. Also most trading happens here.
Now the elder of Coast side a feline named PC has become ill as of late, his disease has been called everything from mumps to small pox by the local folks, but the Doctor said it was terminal gingivitis, or some other fancy word, truth is it didn't matter what it was their elder couldn't volunteer to discus politics any more, and would die soon, how soon they did not know, possibly a few months possibly as long as two years. If any cure could be found it'd have to be magic in nature.
IC: Black Jack: I was sitting by the fire letting my stew boil down, normally I wouldn’t let it boil down, couldn’t afford to, how ever tonight I had a guest. Maggie was the most knowledgeable person on the island as far as medicine and herbs were concerned, she had come from Porton to try and help PC and I volunteered to let her stay at my place. So having one of the village elders in my home seemed reason enough to let the stew thicken a bit. My logic was simple best treat her well so she cures PC quickly.
After a short while I decided it had thickened enough and put out the fire. While I was still up there was a knock at the door and I made my way over to answer. I opened the door and looked down at the white canine face of Maggie. Maggie wasn’t caring the same bag she had arrived with earlier, she seemed to of left it at PCs and that didn’t seem a good sign. “I’m just her to grab my things, I’m going to stay at PCs home and care for him for a while.” she said.
I looked down at the short dog. “Does this mean he’ll be better shortly.”
“No I’m afraid the opposite is going to be true, but as long as I can do anything to help him I plan to. Could you get me my bag?”
“Oh sure” I replied. She gazed out the door clearly in deep thought. I moved over to her sheet and a light bag containing her cloths and quickly gathered them up returning them to her.
“Tomorrow morning I’ll speak to the official and we’ll discus what’s to be done.”
The town of Coast side is at the far end of the island and consists of no more then 107 people, this town is surrounded by water on one side and forest on the other the trees being pine a soft wood, are strictly unsuitable for any activity involving stress upon the wood such as ships or crates, but still the town does have a few lumberjacks. Ridge Top is located at the edge of a cliff on the east side of the island and has a fair amount of space. The town was the first on the island the location of a fort meant to warn the mainland of an invading fleet, since then the fortress has been removed and a torch maintained light house still remains. As a result the shores off of Ridge top tend to be the side of preferred travel. One could even visit the small town of 42 if they are capable of reaching the small dock and then climbing the 140 or so stairs. Lastly the town of Porton, arguably the capitol of the island is closest to the main land they have a fairly large amount of land available for crops that very few seem to use. An odd note is that the forests are several miles away and the one shipyard of the island happens to be in Porton, as a result logs are moved by boat o this town to be made into small one man ships. Also most trading happens here.
Now the elder of Coast side a feline named PC has become ill as of late, his disease has been called everything from mumps to small pox by the local folks, but the Doctor said it was terminal gingivitis, or some other fancy word, truth is it didn't matter what it was their elder couldn't volunteer to discus politics any more, and would die soon, how soon they did not know, possibly a few months possibly as long as two years. If any cure could be found it'd have to be magic in nature.
IC: Black Jack: I was sitting by the fire letting my stew boil down, normally I wouldn’t let it boil down, couldn’t afford to, how ever tonight I had a guest. Maggie was the most knowledgeable person on the island as far as medicine and herbs were concerned, she had come from Porton to try and help PC and I volunteered to let her stay at my place. So having one of the village elders in my home seemed reason enough to let the stew thicken a bit. My logic was simple best treat her well so she cures PC quickly.
After a short while I decided it had thickened enough and put out the fire. While I was still up there was a knock at the door and I made my way over to answer. I opened the door and looked down at the white canine face of Maggie. Maggie wasn’t caring the same bag she had arrived with earlier, she seemed to of left it at PCs and that didn’t seem a good sign. “I’m just her to grab my things, I’m going to stay at PCs home and care for him for a while.” she said.
I looked down at the short dog. “Does this mean he’ll be better shortly.”
“No I’m afraid the opposite is going to be true, but as long as I can do anything to help him I plan to. Could you get me my bag?”
“Oh sure” I replied. She gazed out the door clearly in deep thought. I moved over to her sheet and a light bag containing her cloths and quickly gathered them up returning them to her.
“Tomorrow morning I’ll speak to the official and we’ll discus what’s to be done.”