Village of Silver Gate
1st of Dancing Clouds, 3120
The sweet smell of autumn hung in the air.
The warm days of summer were long gone; a distant memory of times spent with friends swimming in the local pond or exploring nearby hills and abandoned silver mines.
The mines were, of course, off limits. The rules were simple when it came to the mines. No one goes near it, and no one enters it!
It had been nearly a century since miners had worked the silver mines for which the village of Silver Gate was named after. Within a decade since a silver vein was first discovered, the silver ores were all completely mined. With no silver left to mine, some of the folks who had no other skills save mining, left the village for better opportunities elsewhere while others turned to farming the fertile lands which dotted the countryside. As it turned out, the lands of Silver Gate were perfect for growing wheat.
In time, Silver Gate prospered as a farming community. Trade with nearby Valora and Coastline made the original farmers wealthy enough to eke out a living tending their fertile lands. Soon, other families came to Silver Gate and opened up shops.
To help keep peace amongst the farmers, the original founders formed a Cooperative Guild whereby Members helped regulate trade and settled any disputes, which rarely occurred.
Each month, Market Day was a very busy time for the village. It was a time to meet up with old friends and discuss the latest word regarding the village crops, the weather, or news from recent travelers who passed through the sleepy little village.
The smells of fresh baked bread and pastries mixed with the aroma of home cooked pottage, a kind of soup-stew made from oats, lingered in the air. Most of the women in the village made different kinds of pottage. Sometimes they added beans and peas. On other occasions they used other vegetables such as turnips and parsnips. Leek pottage was especially popular in Silver Gate during Market Day.
Market Day also afforded local artisans a chance to sell their wares. There were stalls which sold knives, hand-made jewelry, winter clothes, farming equipments, and the occasional weapon or armor. Although, the latter did not sell as well as common goods considering Silver Gate’s reputation for being a peaceful village.
Who needed a weapon or armor when there was nothing to fear in Silver Gate but fear itself?
Baldrick Ironfire was one of several brewers in Silver Gate, and one of a few dozen dwarves living in the village. For months he and the other brewers who ran the Silver Gate Brotherhood of Brewers have been busy brewing their finest barrels of beer to sell before the winter months would set in and find themselves with an overstock of the golden liquid.
Besides selling their stock of beer to the villagers, they considered taking a wagon or two full of beer barrels up to Valora or down to Coastline to sell there as well.
Meanwhile, Shanellinthorn, or Shane for short, decided to stop by Durarg’s booth, an orc weapon smith, who, along with his younger brother Gor, were showing off their stock of knives, hoes, and saws for everyone to see.
Shane was an Eldakar from the Elven Nation and had traveled along with a guarded caravan to Silver Gate. He intended to travel farther into the Southern Kingdoms but decided to settle in Silver Gate. He felt it was perfect place to study the ways of the other races as well as perfect his skills in the use of magic, or Essence, a force of spirit energy that permeates all of Shaintar and Corelisia.
Even though he had been living in Silver Gate for almost two years, Shane felt that if he had learned all there was to learn about the people of Silver Gate. If he wanted to learn more about the other races, he would have to eventually move on.
However, he knew the world outside of the Elven Nation was a very dangerous place. Therefore he felt it prudent that he buy himself a suit of partial chain—if something like it was even available in a farming village like Silver Gate.
Fortune was with Shane when he happened to spot Durarg arguing with his brother Gor about how they were going to sell the only suit of partial chain they had in stock.
“I’d be happy to take that off your hands,” Shane said pointing to the partial chain armor Durarg was holding. “for a fair price of course.”
Both Durarg and Gor gave the eldakar a look of surprise, but soon began to haggle with the sorcerer.
In a manner of seconds Shane was able to procure the armor for fifty copper coins less than the brothers’ asking price. However, the brothers were only willing to drop their price low enough if Shane was willing to help them with a task.
When asked, Durarg explained that at the end of the summer, Franz Hubermann had ordered a short sword forged and delivered to the Hubermanns, a retired family of dwarves, who once lived in Silver Gate until the mines dried up. The Hubermanns had since moved to the southwestern hills of Korg Humps not far from the road between Tolm and Prelg. There, they established a tavern known as the Flickering Flame.
“How long would the journey take?” Shane asked.
“Not sure, but I think it will take a good three days on foot to reach the tavern,” Durarg said.
Shane gave the job some thought but agreed considering how how much money he would save. Besides, the trip would provide him the opportunity to see and study others outside of Silver Gate.
Meanwhile, Valen, a Korindian who lived and worked for the Feldorf family was busy running errands, delivering bags of wheat and animals to the other farmers.
Valen was more than happy to help the Feldorfs for if it weren’t Brellin and his wife Marta, for he felt that he owed his life to them.
It was less than a year ago that Brendon, along with his sister Skylar, found an unconscious man along a stretch of beach west of Silver Gate while the young boy was playing with, Huntrah, the family dog, Brellin recognized the man—who was near death—as a Korindian, one of the more unique races of Shaintar and descendants of a entire population of “half-elves” that left the main continent of Shaintar and exiled themselves to a large island off of the southwest coast.
The Korindian was wearing only light armor and clothing when they found him. It’s not certain how he came to be on the beach, but Brellin determined that a ship he may have been on suffered under the storm that struck two days before.
The Feldorfs brought the Korindian back to Silver Gate and nursed him back to health. When he regained consciousness, he had no recollection of who he was and how he came to be found on the continent’s shore. They offered for him to remain with them as long he liked—an offer he graciously accepted.
Still not knowing what his name was, Marta offered to call him Valen after their first son who died weeks after he was born.
Sometime before noon, Brellin asked Valen to buy some pottage for the family.
When Valen arrived one of the stalls selling the soup, he heard a woman crying at a nearby stall. Turning to look, he noticed Shayla, a rather comely human villager and daughter of Geoff Aiden, one of the village’s wealthier farmer, crying.
It was at this time that both Baldrick and Shane also happened to be nearby. They both heard Shayla crying and saw Valen approach the young woman. Wanting to help, they both walked up to help console Shayla.
Shayla was grateful and explained that Erol, a visiting cousin of the Lanfurt family had been harassing her since he arrived in Silver Gate days before. For the most part, his advances seemed innocent enough. But just a few minutes ago, Erol drop by to see Shayla and was a lot more physically demanding and threatening.
She was about to scream when Erol wisely decided to leave her alone.
Fearful that Erol would not give up and may possibly force himself upon her, she asked the three to talk to Erol and persuade him to leave her alone.
Valen, a pacifist by nature, offered to talk to Erol after he delivered the pottage back to the Feldorf family.
On the other hand, Baldrick and Shane decided to find Erol and speak to him immediately.
After a while of looking in the market, Baldrick and Shane were directed to where Erol and two of his cousins were indulging themselves on dome delicious candied apples while enjoying the autumn day on top of a small hill within a bowshot of the village square.
To be continued…
Legends of Shaintar
(Dwarf, Brewer from Silver Gate)
(Eldakar sorcerer studying sorcery in Silver Gate)
(Korindian suffering from amnesia who now resides in Silver Gate)
(Orc, Ironsmith from Silver Gate)