3. Camp Bon Fire Rumors and Stories

Camp Bon Fire Rumors and Stories


  • _In the middle of the night, the camp is rocked by earth tremors and a ghostly spirit materializes. It is confronted by the interant knight Lope, and flees eastward into the Pass.

    After kicking her hin companion awake and waiting til morning (for stategic reasons) the two set out after it.

    Several days later word comes from Norwick that the spirit was hacked apart in the Rawlinswood by a warrior of Torm._

    -Lagermane


  • Sabre Seesaw swaggers into the camp one day on a visit to restock supplies. She lingers after her business is concluded, settling down by the heartfires after first eyeing the trees suspisciously for any eight-legged inhabitants. Swigging some of the local wine, she casually mentions an upcoming event in the big city for any of the martially inclined of the camp residents.

    "So ya reckon yerself a decent fighter, do ya lad? Mmhm.. I tell ye, ye aint seen nothin' like this fella Gargothis. Oh, he's tall as a tree an' strong like an oxe, swings that axe o' his with fearsome might an' precision! No one in Jiyyd could stand against him, no one.. Oh aye? Ye reckon ye could take im, do ya hun?"

    Giving the eager young gypsy warrior an appraising look, along with a crooked grin, she continues in a lower tone:

    "Well now, if ya visit tha Lucky Ferret Inn up in Peltarch, ye may just get tha chance ta prove yerself.. an' ye could win a sizable bundle o' coin ta boot. Mm, 's in tha docks districts, ye can't miss it hun."

    //Gargothis the Undefeated will accept a new round of challenges on Sunday the third of June, at eight in the evening GMT - come one, come all!


  • _Sinu'selira, followed everywhere by her new pixie admirer - or agitator if you ask Sinu, has been asking around the Camp for Raver or Aelthas. If her expression gives any clues, the matter is serious, but then again everything seems to be serious to her.

    Upon hearing the word on driders, she immediately stops to ask more questions while her serious, tattooed face twists into a mask of pure hatred._


  • A band of adventurers went deep within the spider pass, only to be ambushed and chased into the Nars by a horde of vicious, slathering driders. Reportedly Miss White, Mister Purple, Miss Blue, Mister Black, and Mister Hin (is Hin a color) all survived. Mister Grey did not.

    Could the drow be stirring once more?

    -Lagermane


  • _A disturbance is reported from the pixie glen, as Ragnhild and Vine exit the cave and go in search of Lilin. Someone seems to have stirred the anger of the usually peaceful little creatures, so much so that the tiny things could not stop fighting amongst themselves even after the suspected culprit had left the scene. Ragnhild mentions seeing a hin in the cave entrance, waving a knife at the pixie kin.

    Though elder Lilin managed to soothe the pixies eventually, the hin in question might do well to stay far away from the camp in future. Vine in particular seemed very much upset, letting out a long string of curses in elven and muttering darkly before leaving for the inner camp in the company of Ragnhild._

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    _Swarms of pixies move in flight,
    led by the Queen of pixies they travel through the Nars.
    Through the cold white landscape and over the hill tops,
    from Norwick to the camp of the Gypsies they seek haven so.

    For travellers of the Nars who witnessed the sight,
    of the migration of the pixies in the days of their flight,
    what a beauty and sight to behold!
    Dance in the air they did in unison so,
    like a fireflies in the night,
    and sparkling cicadas in the day!
    The laughters and sounds they give,
    reminds all of the birds chirping when spring finally arrive so!

    To the camp they went,
    to build a new home so.
    Blessings and welcomings given by the elder Lilin,
    in hopes they be good neighbours,
    and friendship to bloom!
    Sounds of children cheering in the camp,
    for more friends they can have to play with!

    Words are passed around,
    that when the pixies finally finish building,
    the sanctuary of theirs call 'home' in the camp.
    Celebration will then begin,
    to show the world of the joining,
    the pixie race and the romani camp as friends._


  • An unusually violent thunderstorm shook the camp recently, the air crackling with electricity and random lightning striking people near the heart fires. It is rumoured that the strange weather commenced when the noted mage Attentus opened a strange looking bottle, given to him by a pair of Black Sails nearby. Others whispers about crazed Talosians calling down the storm, which later spread throughout the pass, due north. For hours the rain poured down and thunder shook the ground, unfortunate hobgoblins dropping dead and small fires starting as lightning struck again and again, lighting up the dark, stormy skies.


  • :: Wog can be seen sitting around the fires gloomily of late, often unshaven, red eyed and ragged looking. It is not apprent why but he seems to try and avoid talking about it with anyone. His eyes often drift to any alcahol people are carryiing or drinking but quickly averts his eyes. He is often seen walking south fromt he fires and climbing to the roost, spending a few hours up there before returning looking even omre tired ::

  • S

    _The air carry nervous whispers of the driders,
    a crusade they prepare against the romani camp.

    Air of dread it carries,
    when five men sworn as the sword of the camp found,
    in dire state they were in.

    Speak they did of the horrors,
    the battles they shared with driders of two.
    Mortally wounded they be,
    with poison running through the veins of their blood.

    Saved they were,
    by the hands of the loving Jeni.
    Care and love were given,
    by the kind elder known as Lilin be.
    Songs of comfort were shared,
    by a new Gali known as the song giver and Harmony be.
    A peaceful night of rest,
    these men shall have.

    Tensed be the men of the Romani camp,
    for attacks by driders and spiders been frequent so.
    The calm waters the camp had been facing through days formerly so,
    ripples can be felt so.
    Simply a matter of time now,
    the water turn into a raging storm in times to come.

    Dark times the camp face,
    the air of whispers in the romani camp carries so,
    foretelling of a ravages of time that is to come._

  • S

    A stranger be, known as Song Giver she.
    Foreign still, in the lands she wander, known as Narfell be.
    Songs she gives, as her purpose is, hopes to share and warmth to give.

    In her light steps she makes to travel,
    where the winds whisper her directions, as guidance be.
    To the great forest she arrives, where a camp of gypsies lie.

    And songs she hear, rituals she see,
    of the woman and two daughters grieving of loss.
    Witness the sorrow she does, and mourning of cries she hear.
    Tears she see, her heart weeps along with them.

    Quietly she watches, under the glade of the trees,
    the ceremony they hold of one of grieve.
    Scented herbs, fills the air,
    Stirring memories forgotten, remembered they came,
    one of innocence and love that be.

    When ceremony ends, all is quiet.
    Night comes and darkness falls.
    Tears flow, from the stranger's face as she mourn the loss,
    her heart shares with them.
    A quiet whisper she gives, one of prayers.
    The Heavens and Earth she prays, watch over the family be.
    For what loss they have, cherish they shall, what they have left!

    With well wishes given to them,
    of good health they be in from now to times to come,
    she leaves the family alone, the sanctuary they make,
    from closeness and warmth they share.

    "Till we meet again", she says.
    "In hopes that good health you still be in."
    And perhaps one day, stranger they no longer be,
    and friendship she wishes will blossom into.
    For she wishes to mourn, along side with them as friend,
    and not one of a stranger's tears.


  • _Ragnhild continues to sit outside her tent, sometimes resting a hand on the big cat's shoulder, but most often just sitting still, legs crossed and her right hand protectively held over her heart. She still seems reluctant, maybe even unable to talk, even to her closest friends. Days pass, even weeks before a messanger arrives from Jiyyd, bearing news of some importance. Determination forms on Ragnhild's face as she listens, then she sets off, her children in tow.

    Upon returning, the warrioress looks paler and even more grieved than before, but there is a new purpose in her movements rather than the apathy of before. With great ceremony, Ragnhild dresses in her wedding attire and makes a fresh fire, burning some scented herbs and mixing ochre into a dark red paint. Unrolling a soft skin, she lays a strange looking crystal shard and a small, rusted dagger at her feet, mumbling prayers in her strange tongue.

    Marking her arms, legs and face with the red ochre, Ragnhild begins a slow, mournful song, her voice deep and pleasant, if not exactly beautiful. As she sings, she ceremoniously cuts off lock after lock of her long, blonde hair, burning each in turn until only short stubble remains on her head. She doesn't cry or waver in her song until Lycka joins her, repeating the very same ritual. As her daughters silver hair, so like her fathers, falls to the ground, Ragnhild finally starts crying, deep sobs racking her entire body. Lycka's clear, sweet voice carries on the song, Asha joining the ceremony and adding her softer voice to her sister's.

    Ragnhild watches her daughters through her tears, a fierce pride shining in her wet eyes. Wrapping her strong arms around the girls, she adds her voice to theirs, letting the song of mourning grow and rise, its haunting melody drifting through the camp as the darkness falls. When the fire dies out, the small family embrace quietly and retreat to their tent. The following morning Ragnhild goes about her daily chores again, no longer frozen in sorrow, though clearly still in mourning._

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    Attached in various ways to quite a few trees in the outer camp, these posters appear. They advertise a

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  • _A big ol' Yellow Kitty often comes up to Ragnhild and then lays with her, revently watching the fire with her, waiting

    Also, a slew of pixies are seen checking out the half finished cave project in the northeast corner… could they be moving in?_


  • Following her husband Zoma's departure from Narfell, Ragnhild seems at first angry, upset, frustrated, saddened and worried, all at once. The warrioress's sleep suffers and her temper is short, until one early morning, when suddenly all the fight seems to have gone out of her. Leaning on her young daughter Lycka as if for support, Ragnhild walks outside to prepare breakfast but instead ends up staring into the fire, her eyes reflecting a deep loss. She spends the day sitting motionless at the fire, her right hand clutched over her heart. Only the presence of her daughters stirs any response with Ragnhild that day, and in the days to follow. She embraces the girls often but seems to lack the energy to do much else, her face a still mask of grief.


  • Calendel, overhearing the gossip while on a short visit to the camp responds to some of the women there that perhaps it was some meal prepared by Horbag in Norwick with tainted meat….


  • _A conversation that started off as normal between Lilin and Zoma suddenly turned for the worse, in a mix of confusion and bitterness between the pair.

    Gossips amongst the women in the camp mention that Zoma seemed to be behaving differently than what he was known to be but older members of the camp seemed to recalled that Zoma behaved the same manner when he was very young many years ago.

    Arrogant.

    Jerk.

    Careless and thoughtless with words.

    Cold and distant.

    Words filled with venom.

    Before leaving a fuming and stressed out Lilin alone, Zoma could be heard saying "….This is whom I really am, my true nature."_


  • Dart mentions that he saw the beautiful Elven mage Paiden accompany the treasure hunters and then blushes a bit.

    "Not that I paid much attention…", Dart comments.


  • _On a lighter note, a merry band of adventurers recently set out into the spider woods on a treasure hunt, lead by a lovely, plump and well-groomed female named Berta.. reported to be a right cow (literally). Notable gypsy camp dwellers like Aelthas, the redheaded warrior known as Melody, Ragnhild and Zoma were part of the treasure hunting team, aswell as Keira, Gears and the bubbly hin Cloudberry, the ranger Belor, a warrioress named Albryanna and a female mage (who's name eludes me at the moment).

    The group return days later, covered in spider webs, gnoll blood and unspecified gooey stuff, all looking tired but well pleased, arms filled treasure. Lycka and Asha later boast to any that would listen about their parents exploits, including the slaying of a giant gnoll and an even larger spider. The girls then giggle excitedly, hurrying off to Lilin's garden to plant a strange looking seed from the treasure trove._


  • _Based from the recent event in the cold caves with the encounter of Zara, Zoma could be seen somewhat looking depressed compared to his usual unreadable expression.

    Whatever had happened, it seemed to have reminded him a piece of his past, unable to sleep well or rest with comfort which results him in a blackeyed state of this recent._


  • _An overjoyed Ragnhild could recently be seen in the camp with her fellow Guardians, preparing to set out on a trip to the cold caves in order to test the bite of her wicked-looking new dragon-fanged spear, as well as scout out the recent ogre activities. An impressive group left for the caves, consisting of Guardians Attentus, Horbag, Ragnhild, Wog and Zoma, alongside the Umberlite priestess Taria and Keira of the Sisterhood. Spirits seemed high upon leaving, but when the group returned after a lenghty abscence, their mood was significantly darker. Ragnhild now appears more protective than usual of her children, aswell as keeping a watchful eye on the children of the camp.

    The camp elders are warned of a powerful darkclad woman calling herself Zara being encountered in the caves, accompanied by a host of shadows and a small group of children. The fate of the latter is disclosed in hushed whispers, Ragnhild's face growing terribly grim as she tells the story._