Jorgarn dipped his hand into the box and withdrew yet another of the Chronomage trinkets. With a somewhat wooden smile he handed it to the young girl's mother. The woman in turn squatted and pinned it to her daughter's tunic, then straightened and held out her own hand towards Jorgarn. As he retrieved another transporter, he fought to keep his expression stoic as he handed it over. Moments later, mother and daughter were gone. That pair were off to Solhaven, if he remembered correctly.
The effort had been massive, and had been going on all week. The first step had been to acquire enough of the transporters. Most of the inhabitants of the Isle eschewed them entirely, preferring to remain in their homes instead of traipsing around the greater world. The merchants, naturally, had access to one, and used them for restocking their wares, but most of the other citizens did not.
The militia had stepped forward, as they always did, and acquired a large number of the trinkets from the various halls around Elanthia, delivering them to Jorgarn by the hundreds. Jorgarn in turn had put out a notice, hand-delivered to every family with a child on the Isle, informing them of the options Jorgarn had managed to line up.
Solhaven. Icemule. River's Rest. Wehnimer's. Even various parties from the Elven Nations, with whom relations were... strained, thanks to Socius. None of the towns themselves, but just... people. Some of the greater Houses, some of the smaller groups... there had been so many willing to help, to open their homes, or their structures, or in a few cases even their boats, and take in these children and their families.
And almost all of the families had accepted the offer. Some with ill grace, as this generation of Mist Harbor residents were a hardened lot, and running away was not something that came easily to them. But for the sake of their children, nearly all had agreed, and taken refuge off the Isle.
Jorgarn estimated there were no more than a few dozen children left on the Isle at this point, and the place seemed... sadder, somehow. Children playing in the streets were a staple of life in Mist Harbor, and always brought a smile to his face. But now the streets were quieter, and the tone far more somber.
But Jorgarn couldn't deny that he felt much, much more comfortable knowing that the next generation of Mist Harbor was away from whatever was occurring on the Isle of the Four Winds.
In-game messaging went out throughout the week related to this on FWI, but I'm not sure how much of it was shared, and I wanted to make sure all had access to the information.
~ASGM Quilic
Four Winds Isle/Mist Harbor Storyteller
