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  Alliance Auction and Festival
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  A dwarf giving a sermon......?
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  The chancellor stands nearby, watching and listening. By the time the reknowned dwarven hero finishes his speech a group of gruff-looking warriors has gathered near the darkly armored cleric's side. Finally, the red-skinned chancellor turns and walks briskly to his offices…the men all clutching their hilts and glancing around them with wary eyes.
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  A flurry of colorful helm-ed adventurers...
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  The Bear in the Goblin Hideout
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  A commoner notices a large orcess throw a large quantity of meat and bones into the southfire stewpot, she was playing with an significantly sized bear skull before cracking it open and pouring the brains into the stew. Her pack was bulging with furs. She smelled really bad. She gave him a dirty look and he ran away //fights like a maniac for being asleep.
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  A Word from the Heart
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  Belade smiles upon reading the paper. Ah, a wise woman, Nyda. Let Sune's faithful rejoice in her love, and her foes be smitten, for that is the way the world should be. There is no point in fighting for love if you do not get to feel it. Nods again, then goes to look for Nyda.
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  A letter sent to the crafters hall
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  To those dedicated to Trade...
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  Crafters & The Circle: continuing to work together
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  The House of the Shining Pheonix
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  A man in a red/gold robe is seen removing said articles. ((and it's Phoenix))
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  A dying elf stumbles through the gates...
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  Tarin hears word of his sister being involved and leading the attack, he goes out to the charred ruins, to where the elven camp used to lay and helps burry what bones remain of his dead kin. With a look of absolute exhaustion on his face, a man torn by pain, having lost a lover, one sister possessed by a demon, and the other missing for quite some time, he is not sure what is left to do. He has failed to protect either of them, and all his vows lay in tatters. He howls to the sky, clinging to the only hope of a spirit that he had heard his sister was once in some way bound with. He yells in fury and emotion, and burries his face on the ground, kneeling and sobbing that so much pain was brought to his people by his own sister, and he was not even there to try to stop her. Anyone who sees him, notices he seems a man who looks as though he has lost everything, he appears thin, and far from regular overtiredness from his long days and nights searching for his sister to not find her in time.
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  Messengers from Spellweaver
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  Two Weeks of Venison Delivered to the Guards
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  Attention: Dwarves!
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  _"Argh, nice arse says I wi' a curse an' that," mutters our dwarfen beauty to herself as she watches Nathan shake his booty and turn the rough corner of the building, out of sight. Tucking away the bucket of whipped cream, and patting her cat o' nine tails fondly, she turns and makes her way back down the alley. Seeing as the crowd as dispersed, and on account of Drelan's consistant suggestions that she may be a touch on the raw side of reeking, Mercy slings her gear about her, scratches at her arse for luck and makes swaggering sailor like into the general shop, makes a purchase of some cheap soap, a hog brush and a ham hock for the road. Tucking the ablutive item 'twixt her bosom, she recalls that the Rawlins has a nice deep lake for soaking her hide in. Stomping through the snow, leering jovially and smacking her lips as she finishes munching at the hock with her yellow pegs of teeth, she finds herself at the edge of the water, reflecting her not insignificant figure. With a belch and a hurried peeling of garments, as well as a quick glance about for any peeping tom's, as well as a long winded sigh for the lack of said perverts, Mercy strips, slapping her bosoms for luck, and with soap in hand dives like a dispraxic hippo into the water. Chilly, but a paciderm by nature, Mercy continues to scrub at her extermities with the hog brush. Little does she notice, as a slick layer of filth begins to drift atop the water around her, that Nathan is returning from his jaunt about the Rawlins. She doesn't hear the crisp clatter of footsteps on snow, drowned out by her shanty…_
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  Order of the Divine Shield
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  An addendum is attached the posters: The Order is currently seeking skilled individuals to serve as men-at-arms, scouts, and arcane support in battle. Only those of good intent and sound character will be chosen.
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  Dark Hooded Elf, takes his leave
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  A little girl named Clover
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  _One day duringone of Clover's many visitation with her new friends her own age, Clover herself seems a little too under the weather to play anymore.. So do jmanyof theother children, some of whome have been running over to the Menhir with Clover and walking right into the portal there. Yet teach small group or pairing who left that way always had Clover with them before they enteredt he portal inside the stones. Clover on this ne day guides the majority of the children to the active Menhir. They filter into the portal. Already havign ather her friends elsewhere in Narfell, Clover makes the same promise to the children in Norwick, who aren't coming with her, she made elsewhere that she'ld come back to play some mre once she was over her cold. She is thelast one to enter the portal adn the chidlren left behind scatter. Those with ready access to clerical care don't worry about their colds long.. The few who don't or wait toolong have more than a cold in store for them. And it isn't long before it spreads throughout Narfell's poor and less fortunate…_
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  A Dwarf returns..
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  Two Lliirans visit the Shrine of Dawn...
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  The halflings Ginger, Lavender, and Scorpius were seen on the edges of Norwick taking a limp halfling body to the Shrine of Dawn. The halfling body had no visible wounds, and is said to have been yet another victim of one of the deadly crystals. After hours of fervent prayer and a conversation with Rith, the fourth halfling regained his spirit. After camping in the shrine and saying goodbyes to dear Rith, the halflings may have been seen sneaking north.
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  Keeper Chaevre is absent
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  Moe CHuckles and comments "Damn position must be cursed or some shite, they keep coming and going faster then rabbits make babies"
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  Log of the Errant Cariboo Knight
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  @da079f79d3=attlen: **EVENT MOOSEFISHIE: THE SAMMICH OF SEVEN PARTS DM: nil <insert tale="" of="" the="" cabbage="" might="" and="" eternal="" sammich="" here.="" wait…did="" i="" say="" cabbage?="" who="" puts="" in="" a="" sandwich?="" that's="" just="" insane.="" <em="">Mushroom of Might. ></insert>** It began simply enough. A group of valiant and daftly helmetted adventurers following a short red-haired lunatic through the frozen wastes and packs of killer wolves to the village of Ormpur in search of Farmer Tom, the last man known to have seen the Cabbage of Might in order to begin assembly of the Sammich of Eternity. The trip to Ormpur passed successfully. The Mighty heroes Squire Lilly and Squire Red Berry slaughtering many wolves, with a bit of help from some Myth guy and a few hangers on. The Song of Heaping Pleasure as the band was called (for that five minutes) arrived and spread out to seek Farmer Tom. The Caribbo Knight found him and gathered folk together, interrupting Sierra and Nico's farming, to tell them that they now had to head North beyond Peltarch in search og the Mighty Cabbage. Almost all the group scattered. Only the Knight himself and three Squires, Lilly, Red Berry and Onion Bard headed for Peltarch but there a new group joined them and they ventured into Polar bear and Manticore infested Lands, Past Ogres of great might and axe throwing, to search the caves for the Cabbage, for without it the Sammich would be….cabbageless. The Party, desperatetly trying not to divide along crystal and non-crystal lines fought bravely and with great sharing and caring and generally getting-along-fininess. They slaughtered many ogres and fought through to the Giant lands beyond. However they found no sign of the Cabbage, only a small and un-tasty looking Mushroom, which the Onion Bard found in the Ogre Caves. After battling many Giants and almost losing Mallis several times only to unfortunately accidentally heal the ungrateful wretch The Cariboo Knight paused to examine his ancient document again. After much deliberation he realised he had been mistaken in his translation of the Ancient Cariboo language and in fact the valiant 'Song of Heaving Bossoms' as it was by then called, should have been searching for the Mushroom of Might. Cursing his bad luck it was Squire Lilly who asked the Onion Bard to show the Cariboo Knight the small and un-tasty looking toadstool which was indeed the fabled Mushroom. Elated by their success they headed for home their pleasure marred by the death of Squire Red Berry to a literal tornado of Manticore Spikes on the way back.