Rumors heard throughout Oscura.
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_Apparently the presence of Kuo Toa in the cave leading to the surface isn't limited to merely their weakest and smallest. A group of Sails seem to be deep in conversation about an attack on them as they made their way down to Oscura. Mentioned are several kuo toa armed with axes just as much as the wielding of lightning magic. The small group of Sails seem to have suffered little more than one or two cuts, and mostly just scratches, but even though their mood has taken a clear shift to ponderous and dark as they make their way to the warehouse in the docks.
A few moments later a larger group is seen reemerging the warehouse, dripping wet and their spirits ever darker, their voices hushed as they argue among themselves, glaring often at their warehouse or to the west - where the Kuo Toans might have their lair._
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Sabre Seesaw and a host of the Black Sails crew emerge from time to time from the warehouse, scantily clad and dripping wet. A few drinks are ususally consumed at the dockside bar as the crew relax and let their clothes dry somewhat, before heading back inside again.
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Seems the Koa toa attacked the area near Oscura by the gate. Seems t his is not the first time of late, this time the attack being repelled by an already wounded tribune Drelan Ashire, a vieled woman, and the oscuran guards. However, one koa toa more powerful than has been seen perhaps by anyone broke through the gates almost effortlessly and constantly retreated as if trying to get the Oscurans to follow. They didn't and she did a few more hasty attacks calling down enchantments and magical strikes. That failing she then retreated with her koa toan forces back into the chasm. Afterwards , a guard scouting determined that the tunnels had been flooded by one massive flow of water, though they were now draining slowly.
The now very wounded tribune made his way back to the warehouse where he left seeming rather peeved.
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Looking much more sober, Sabre and Pavel spend some time at the Coppers, apparantly planning some sort of event up north. The Black Sails Lt is bent over a battered ledger, fretting over some numbers while discussing details with her co-worker.
"Gargothis demanded more frost wine, did he? An' free equipment maintanance.. armour oiled an' shined, axe sharpened… entertainment costs.. mmhm.. Hells, he's not tha cheapest o' guests, is he.. but a damn fine fighter, agreed. We just gotta bring in enough of a crowd, an' it'll all pay off. There must be Oscuran fighters willin' an' eager fer a chance at fame an' gold, let's spread tha word here too, aye?"
Nodding to Pavel and exchanging a kiss or three, she continues in a slightly more distracted tone.
"Now.. mmm, side show entertainment.. maybe? We could do that grease wrestle, always a crowd pleaser, tha'.. or if enough mages turn up, we might try tha summons fight we discussed before? Mm.. maybe we'll just take things as they come, after tha main event.."
Hopelessly distracted from their topic, the two engage in some serious kissing before heading upstairs in a hurry.
//Gargothis the Undefeated awaits new challengers at the Lucky Ferret Inn, Sunday 3/6 at 8 in the evening GMT - come one, come all!
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Patrons and workers at the Coppers were recently the victims of some horrendous and very drunken singing performed by the usually cool and quiet Black Sail Pavel Amblecrown. In spite of a brave attempt at melody by the bard Elor, recently returned to the lands of Narfell, the sounds drifting from the fireside can best be described as a drunken and horny tomcat in May, meowling hoarsely at the moon and any passing female. This particular tomcat seemed content with just the one female though, spending the evening at the feet of Sabre and eventually falling asleep in her arms, much to the rest of the inn's relief.
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Glunk and Thuggrim have been seen quite often of late, clearing out the Kuo-tua lair, with talk between them about a temple of some sort. No-one is ever sure what the Garagosians are on about, but something sure has them focused at the moment.
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Distant rumblings and tremors in the ground are reported from the west of Oscura, seemingly originating from somewhere in or around the nearby caves. Three Black Sails exit the caves some time after the disturbances cease, looking laden with the customary Kua Toa loot. In spite of what appears a successful raid, the three seem unusually silent or perhaps troubled.
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Recently a stranger has been spending more and more time around Oscura, the docks in particular… He is a young man, tall and with dark hair. He doesn't necessarily draw much attention to himself, save from perhaps the scrutinies of the paranoid, and the present merchants. He spends some time browsing the rarer items in stock, and when asked if searching for something in particular, he inquires about 'Rothe Cheese' for some reason. Although he refuses to buy any.
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The whispers floating about in the darkness seem to have grown a bit more intense in the past few days time. Anyone seeming to pass near the Well of Souls is taken aback, should they take the time to listen, at the swirling confusion that hides itself within the unrest found there.
Onlookers and gossips spending a bit of time near the well have seen a Sister of Bones moving back and forth between the Forgotten city and the Undercity moving deliberately between the crypts and some undisclosed location in the Forgotten city.
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Mercy, the stout and usually gleeful priestess of Umberlee was recently spotted storming out of the Shining Coppers in a state of notable distress. The bluehaired fountain of mischief was pale and wild-eyed, spouting incomprehensible accusations at the Captain and Lieutenant before disappearing into the darkness of the city streets.
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In some not so dark corners, old posters are torn down, and the following new ones appear:
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Feast of the Moon Festival"] ((Click here for full sized poster.))
((Saturday, May 19th - 7 pm GMT))
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A small group was seen heading out from the undercity looking rather worn. Notably a woman and an elf of the group then made their way to the tower in the lower district, after which the elf was seen leaving alone, an excited expression on his face but his eyes watch warily around him.
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Sauntering (and occasionally stumbling in the darkness) around the various marketplaces of Oscura, Black Sails Lt Sabre Seesaw has expressed a desire to purchase, of all things, a tressym. Why the sailor lass would want a small winged cat is unknown - perhaps the Sails parrot suffered a grievous end by making the wrong comment once too often, or perhaps Sabre is wanting to try her hands at a different sort of merchandise? No one knows for sure but Sabre seems rather keen, letting it be known that she has ample coin to spend for the right type of creature.
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A strong tremor was felt within the last few days, rumblings from beneath the city itself and felt moreso from within the Undercity.
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Word seeps out about a meeting taking place in the Coppers between the noted wizard Larpos and a woman known as Zara. Whatever the two discussed remains the subject of speculation only, but it is said the wizard walked away from the inn with a pleased smile on his face.
In unrelated news, a group of Black Sails recently gathered in the very same inn for a celebratory drink or two. The talk circled mainly about duergar, and inspite of looking tired, the spirits seemed mainly high. At least one of the Sails seemed to grow irritable though, storming out of the Coppers in a huff for reasons unknown.
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In and about the crypts of the Forgotten city there is a strange draw. Not certain as to its source, many have been seen moving into and out of the crypts themselves as though searching for something.
It has been overheard by a commoner at the Well of Souls that deep within the crypts themselves is a strange heat and a calling of some sort that takes some and captivates them.
An odd sight as well is the appearance of small holes in the floor of the lower crypts and cracks in the walls. One adventurer reported that the calling seemed stronger when near one of the holes.
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A strange elderly man has been seen now and again sitting in the park. He carries an old, worn pack with him where ever he goes and is happy to discuss the contents with whomever asks. The potential sale of said contents is greeted with even more enthusiasm.
The fellow has a rather odd air about him but is pleasant to speak with all the same.
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Sharn is dead. Unless something can be done to raise the shattered and broken remains from his Coldstone peak lair there will be little force left to unite the giants orcs and bugbears against the goodly surface towns. Where next will the eyes of their armies and paladins fall?
((Thanks to Nilla, Andelas, Scutum and Coann for DMing and the many many players that slogged through the mammoth and rather tense expedition))
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It seems that there is a good deal of activity in and around the crypts and cemetary. Comings and goings and and rumors of a door?
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Explorers tell of powerful undead encountered in the crypts over mugs of ale in the Coppers.
