Hammer Hill Town Council

Planning for Death

Jenilla Winterlash, one of the assistants to the Hammer Hill City Council, checked in on Burdick Chainsunder one last time before turning in.

“Is there anything more you need, sir?”

Burdick looked up from his desk, his eyes veiled by deep thought. The lantern cast sharp shadows over his face. After a pause, he scrunched his eyes momentarily and cleared his throat.

“No, Jenilla. You brought me ale and bread. You fueled the lanterns. You placed spare quills and parchments on the desk. There’s nothing more you could do. Go on and get some rest.” He noted her hesitation, and added with great kindness, “Thank you, and good night.”

Jenilla nodded her head, lingered her eyes on him for a few beats and closed the door as she left. Burdick stared at the door for a moment before turning his eyes and mind back to the troubling figures on the parchment in front of him. Worst case, he told himself again. It’s worst case.

The parchment foretold a dire future.

crops 145 stone fish 86 stone hunt 40 stone stores 32 stone total food 303 stone last winter 418 stone (consumed)

With 430 residents in Hammer Hill, these numbers could mean that over 100 people may starve over the winter. Before sharing this with the rest of the Council, Burdick needed some contingencies.

He dipped his quill and wrote some thoughts:

1. Hargen says he can deliver 160 stone of crops if his luck holds and we can protect the fields from raids. He is working nearly around the clock in the fields.

2. The [[Adventure Log for Session 3+ | young adventurers may find and eliminate the source of the strange poison]]. If so, our fishermen could haul another 15 stone by working into mid-autumn. It is a potential ice risk to boats, but may be worth it.

3. If the snow is light to start the season, we can send out more hunters and take more game – perhaps another 10 stone if we are lucky.

With everything in our favor, and a winter that is not too harsh, we may make it through with only 50-60 deaths.

Burdick dropped his head onto the desk and moaned.

There were two options left. First, we bet on the caravan, which would have more than enough dried auroch and fruits to save the town. Or, second, we send a contingent of 10 guardsmen to escort 40-50 townspeople on the dangerous road to Yolsk. If the Council decided on option two, the travelers would have to leave no later than the first day of autumn, in about 3 weeks.

It will take time to determine who should go and who should stay. He would need to bring this topic up at the next council meeting.



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