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  Walking a Beat
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  Rando looks as Mord patrols and says to Dwin who is standing next to him eating a leg of lamb " I think he will turn out to be a good one, maybe in time a good sergeant"
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  Norwick Citizens: Preferred Pricing
  • Clan Dolvak

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  A sign on the Barracks: New Militia Recruits
  • Clan Dolvak

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  Belin was seen cleaning her kit after standing watch with Mord on the hill. Starts talking to the other recruits. Summa hin runs up tuh us on der hill. Hims beh sayins somthin bouts summa hobbers dat tooks out unna his friends. Mord went ter check on it whiles meh kept watch frumma da hill. Un lass by da name o Eve said she was lookin fer work tuh. Meh tolds her ter find Luckitous or Dwin if'n she wunt ter join da militia. Yuh alls beh carefuls if'n yuh on da hill alones aye. Dat hin mabbe un decoy. Mord says hims nay find un thing. shrugs and rubs some hobber guts off her plates
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  Word spreads around
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  Death on the Nars roadside!
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  Randos trainee list
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  //Aren Ashaller is KIA//
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  Young girl found dead near the Kelemvor Temple
  • Peacefrog71

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  The body is black with decay, and it appears that this corspe is several years old. Who knows what sick deeds her murderer performed on her. ((I probably should've put that in the first post, but this is my first RP thread so cut me a little slack ))
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  Join the Militia
  • Clan Dolvak

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  In a fit of either boredom, drunkeness, or as a joke, Peppy is seen putting her name down as a candidate on the posters for militia if they are still hiring.
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  Lurid Poster...
  • PosterPaste

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  ((Posted around similar places to the original)) **Apologies it seems to me, Are due from someone else to thee But each and every righteous prole Sees fit to blame this blameless soul Ask I will and ask I must What did I, to earn distrust? I speak it’s true from time to time In rambling and inflammat’ry rhyme. And so it seems a herring red Sees fit to raise it’s fishy head. And sign my name upon a song And does to me a minor wrong. Unto Ilmater I bear no ill will I’ve rhymed before, and will do still I did not however, post this one You seek not me to see justice done. Apologies are sought though, so It cost me naught to bow down low And offer to Ilmater’s folk A sorry for the poster’s joke. I will say this only one time The poster of the blasphemous rhyme? For them I pray, long life at sea I pray for justice, and for Mercy.** The Shadow Poet
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  More posters...
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  Adric saunters by and spies to poster, stopping to read. By the end, his smirks grows to a full blown smile and he shakes his head with a chuckle. "My, my. A myster poet in our midst." With that, he continues on his way.
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  Norwick Enterprises LTD
  • Rando

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  (PM me IC asking or ask me IC, IG. Seek out rando for all trades)
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  OOC: Sam's Hill Marker
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  hands Panache a slice of pie to distract him
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  What's that you hear...?
  • Zyphlin

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  A scroll of the finest imported silken paper is brought by a courrier and read aloud in a clear, melodious voice in the town square. It is then hung on the wall of the town hall for several days for passersby to read, before being taken down for delivery to the Temple of Tyr in Peltarch. Its message is in the local dialect of Damarran, but written in the high style of the Tethyrian court chancery, a bold, flowing script in the clearest pitch-black ink, adorned with red-ink and gilt arabesques: We, the Goodly Mages and Scholars of Spellweaver Keep, offer our deepest Thanks and Gratitude to those selfless, brave and radiant Souls who delivered us from this Foul and Ignominious Curse.
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  Fight Night Results
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  After the fight, Foilir split his winnings and handed them out to the second place team, the Sails Instead he took home the proud memory of taking second place in an archery contest. Eliminating the Legion and the bards much to his suprise. His secret? Visualization. Picturing various faces on the target, clearly relaxing, barely looking at the target and laughing, bolt after bolt was no worse than competent archers. He knew his role, he took the beatings he was supposed to allowing his team to get in the shots that got them the prize. But no one can take away the thought of the bolt flying through the air, fired sideways, while smiling at the bard Eo. Knowing full well his shot was better before it even hit the target.* " <d>me should thank Grag fer bein me inspiration" Smiling and occasionally stopping to spit blood and laugh he makes his way back to the shop * " <d>pure fight, nae un could touch us, nae un. like deh old days, afore all this fancy shmancy bullshite folk call tusslin dese days.."</d></d>
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  Norwick's Authority
  • Clan Dolvak

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  _Dwin reports to the Chancellor's office that many Hobgoblin heads have been collected, and that the Hill of Norwick remains a safe place. He also reports that, regrettably, it seems the old marker on the Hill was defaced by a hobgoblin at some point and is no longer legible. Dwin asks the Chancellors office if the marker should be removed and given to the original group that placed it there._
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  A sign posted on trees outside the Walls
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  "A Grand Concert and Festival will be held in the Gypsy Camp in 2 Tendays. There will be Music by the reknowned bard Ocean! Food! Drink! The results of the Story Competition will be announced in the Interval and there are Rumours of other festivities and perhaps even contests with Prizes!!!" ///This Saturday 6pm EST = 11pm GMT = 10am-ish for the Aussies
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  Open House at the Barracks
  • Clan Dolvak

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  Vervain seems to be very happy about the free food and ale and the playing ministrels. He loudly proclaims that his moving into Norwick was the best decicion he's yet made.
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  Norwick Guild Tournament Signup Sheet
  • Swoosh

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  Cave Entrance CLOSED
  • Clan Dolvak

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  Dwin smirks at the pitiful bard, and then says to one of the guards near him Someone is a bit… paranoid? Why he cares about a lonely cave in our town is beyond me. Maybe he's writin' a song about it!
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  Romantic Notice!
  • ArUlric

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  Later that morning as he's leaving town hall with an open book in hand, Lucidious waltzes right into the pile of ash, throwing up a small cloud of soot onto his formal red robes. He just stands there for a moment looking around confused. What in the name of… he quickly turns and storms back into his office for a change of clothes, spitting out some choice elvish words as he goes.