Hommelet is done waiting around

After Hommelet was invaded by frog cultists, the village elders asked a group of adventurers, militia members, and soldiers from the tower to take a trip to the moathouse and destroy the marauders.  The group from Hommelet did not find frog cultists, but they did find a band of common brigands, who met them rather more tactical intelligence than the frog cultists might have exhibited.  Indeed, the Hommeleteers even began a retreat and if the brigands, carried away by hubris, had not pursued them, they would have lived to see several more days of briganding.  But the brigands did pursue, and outside of the blackguards dark bunker, the valor of the men of Hommelet (and the chutzpah of that one weird lady-priest) shone through and the forces of law and goodness carried the day.

The haunted prison of La Mola, a photo by B℮n on Flickr.

The forces of law and goodness beat a hasty retreat back to Hommelet, those with minor wounds giving support and encouragement to those barely hanging onto life. Which is to say they didn't get to do any looting . . . and there are others in Hommelet who think this might be the perfect opportunity to make sure those brigands didn't leave anything behind.

Hommelet

Hommlet is a bit miffed, a photo by Brayo on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
Messrs Rufus and Burne: We don't care what you do in that tower. And if you want to pose for portraits in front of it wearing turnip-colored armor, that's your business. But we thought we had an understanding. And that understanding was this-- if we are going to allow a couple of non-Hommlet-born "adventurers" to build a tower in our village AND to sit on our council of elders, AND to maintain an armed force of former brigands (if you want to refer to them as "badgers", again, that's your business), then we expect that we will not have frenzied frog cultists in our pantries. Pantries. Our kitchens. What we're saying, Messrs. Rufus and Burne, is that it's all very well and good to have crenallations and catapults, but when invaders bypass your little fortress to assault goodwives in the heart of our village, then it should fall on you and your well-trained soldiers-- and not on the casual militia and wandering preachers to hold the line and repel the attack. Are we together? Please Messrs., do you understand our concern and frustration? What plan can we conceive to make sure that this doesn't happen again?

Hommelet

If you've ever driven by a building site and thought that there seemed to be a lot of standing around as opposed to actual ditch-digging or what-have-you, it might be that the supposedly idle workers are on the lookout for advancing hordes of bloodthirsty frog cultists. Such watchfulness saved the lives of a team of laborers from Hommlet and the neighboring hamlet of Waledge who had gone to to clean up the river in the vicinity of the old moathouse. Gunthar, along with several militia members perished while protecting the laborers flight back to Hommlet.

the Moathouse, a photo by Brayo on Flickr.