Whispers at the Fire
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The deep fog continues to embrace Norwick in it's cold tendrils. The fog seems insatiable as it pierces thru cloth tents and worms it's way into leather ones through the small opening to spread across the floor. Even buildings seem vulnerable to the intruder finding the smallest crack or crevice to issue from. The fog seems to sap the heat from the air and diminish nearby flames. Even magical light has trouble piercing it. Some seem to just ignore it while others have grown weary of it. Small children are as often seen trying to avoid the fog as they are to play in in the wisps. Though it clings and chills there seems to be no other affect besides a sense of disquiet, and by morning, it is gone.
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A group returns from the east rawlins and soon begin examining something they found. They talk of ice, bright blue lights, and hulks. What went on out there is unsure, but the forests seems to be holding some strange secrets as of late.
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The East Rawlins seems…quiet. The few scattered bands of goblins that remain seem subdued and quiet when viewed from afar and when attacked they almost seem to hesitate as if to make sure of their opponents. Skulls gaze mournfully from trees seemingly watching the passage of those that tread below. An eerie sense of someone or something watching with eyes that burrow into the travelers backs prevail thru the whole forest though no watcher is ever found. The faint scent of decay begins to be noticed by those of fine noses. Even the animals seem subdued, showing the whites of their eyes almost as if scared beyond their ability to reason. Quiet......eerily quiet, that's what folk say.
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_At the height of a ferocious thunderstorm, a commotion took place at the gate to the town hall's bailey, with a black-armored knight and two mages arguing with the guards. Eventually they and one guard entered the town hall.
A short time later Tristina was summoned and seen running up the steps with a look of alarm.
It is unclear what happened, but word and rumor soon spreads that something evil was able to walk past all of Norwick's guards, enter the town hall itself, and performed some outrage._
-Lagermane
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Many are heard to remark on the contribution's to the town's reconstruction efforts made by Archdruidess Fadia Nailo and umberlant priestess Corana Lyonsen. Each are seen, over the course of many days, organizing groups to gather deadwood for construction within the town.
//since I don't remember everyone's name…if you wish your involvement noted, please feel free to post as well....
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Rumour has it that a sizeable group, a bit under ten people, went down into the crypts, and only re-emerged a full day later. Rumour also has it that they met a living person down there, who walked unmolested amongst the undead. Strange rumours these days.
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_Hordes of undead streamed from the Graveyard recently, attacking all in site. The brave adventurers, lead by Norwick's own Champion, Locrian, beat the undead back and well into the graveyard itself.
Dwin was seen commenting, perhaps even complaining, to Shannon…_
The Kelemvorites were given that land-parcel on the agreement that you'd all keep the graveyard safe. So, aside from benefittin from our defenses, what exactly are you folks doin?
Seems like the deal aint bein lived up to. What's it take to get you kelemvorites to clean out that graveyard of all its evil once and fer all?
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_A visibly agitated Darya comes into town for the first time in years, telling all who will listen that with Wald dead, there is nobody to perform the monthly sacrifices that keep the Rat-God Crik-Crikkisnick locked in slumber, and to beware wererats and sudden plagues of mice, as these will be a sign of its coming.
"I tol' em, I did! I said, 'Wald, y' gots t' take on a new un t' train or if y' die sudden, there be th' hells t' pay.' He'd jus' laugh, say he weren't after dyin', an heave a brick at me. Pore ol' bastard."
She sells several people shamanic charms "almost actually guanateed, see," to repell crazed hordes of rats, snuffles a bit and donates five copper pieces and an old Peltarch ferry token to the 'Bury Wald Somewhere' fund, and prepares to leave town in a hurry, frequently casting nervous glances at the old mill storehouse on the hill._
-Lagermane
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_Dwin and Lucid are seen exiting the Tailored Cloth with cloths over their mouths. They pause oustide and share a few brief words. Dwin nods to Lucid as Lucid flits away towards the Great Hall.
Dwin pulls out his small horn and blows a blast; which brings every Norwick Guardsman within earshot running at full speed._
Lads!
What we got here is a tainted structure. It aint ever servin no purpose again.
I want it raised, and then I want it burnt so that nothin of it remains but some smoke and a memory.
Got it?
_Dwin walks away towards the barracks as the militiamen start tearing into the building and ripping it to shreds with their axes, swords, and bare hands.
Before nightfall, the store that stood in that location for generations is nothing but a smoldering bon fire.
Its not often that young lads get to have such fun._
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A muffled explosion is heard from the south woods and a smoke pillar can be seen from the south east. After a while a group of Guardians is seen entering the south gate talking about a good days work and that that should keep those buggys busy for a while
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Apparently, Ezachiel got to Lucidious before Morden or Dwin. However, after about half an hour of what sounded like a heated argument, he raced out, slamming the door shut behind him, and headed north out of Norwick.
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Mord can be seen moving around checking on guard rotations. He is seen in quiet discusson with the guard at the taylor shop then curses softly and is seen moving toward the Great Hall
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The chancellor makes a visit to the building after hearing the news, escorted by a pair of norwick guard and his faithful slaad Edmund. The guard are posted outside the building while the chancellor and edmund have a look inside. The chancellor emerges after an hour or so with his notebook in hand and a frown on his lips. He makes a few final notes there in the doorway, then locks the door and starts on his way back to the hall, saying to the guards in passing…
Board up the windows. No one goes in or out without my say. And send Dwin to my office if you should spot him.
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There was a great commotion today. Rumor has it the militia were inspecting a strange odor coming from the Tailorshop. Quite quickly something was discerned as being wrong as a god awful stench quickly enveloped the area when the door was busted down. Several militiamen were later seen retching what they found inside. Apparently the owners of the tailorshop along with Wald were found inside. Blood runes covered every inch of the place and their decomposing bodies were found sprawled around a magical sigil written in blood and gore. Oddly they were seen just a few hours before fine and no one heard anything in the interim. Needless to say peopkle are paying more attention to the fog that rolls into town at night and doors are checked several times to ensure they are locked.
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A pair of posters turn up, and are moved around, promoting a
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New songs are heard, from a stranger in Norwick.
Songs that she hopes,
would bring comfort from the sorrows of the hurt.
Hopes to be given, from those fallen into despair.
Love to be shared, for those alone.There she sings her songs, to the people of Norwick scarred by the conflicts, in hopes it be a form of another beginning, for healing to come.
The Song Giver, she is known as by her title. Name she has none, as none she had given to herself.
In this land of foreign and unknown for her to the days to come, innocence be a teaching she hopes to give.
Generously she gives to the world,
where such thing no longer exists.
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Dwin can be seen pacing around the Boarshead with a sketchbook and a measuring-string making calculations. if you are close enough to hear, he is mumbling about "resale value" "cost to rebuild" and "should be condemned"…
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after the announcement is made verbally by the herald, an announcement is tacked up outside the town hall for the next tenday that simply reads:
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The Chancellor announces that the Romani People are hereby welcomed within the walls of Norwick, to partake in trade and defense of the region as a whole as agreed to by Romani Elder and the Realm's Chancellor alike.
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about two days after the Commander of the Black Dragons does her turn about norwick, the herald reads his announcements for the day
Hear ye! Her ye!
The Chancellor announces that the Romani People are hereby welcomed within the walls of Norwick, to partake in trade and defense of the region as a whole as agreed to by Romani Elder and the Realm's Chancellor alike.
The Chancellor also expresses his sincere regret for the necessity to ban Romani forces from the Realm of Norwick in the recent past. The Chancellor wishes to make clear that the threats of one man, even the leader of the Romani people, will not sway him from doing what is right and just for the good people of Norwick, for our Romani allies and for the safety of the entire southern Nars as a whole. Hopefully the need for such rash decisions in the future will not be needed, as current Romani leadership continues to mature.
from there, Fendon continues though his announcements of the day, including the defeat of the orcs in jiyyd.
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_Though the boarshead doors are open, the place is still only a shell of its former self. The upper levels have been deemed unsafe, the door upstairs currently nailed shut. Some locals, with the help of the crafters union, have managed to put together a working kitchen in the back of the boarshead for the time being. The kitchen currently produces baked goods, breads and pies. Even so most everything made goes to the workers and townsfolk who still struggle to rebuild their homes and the southern defenses of their town. By the time most travelers reach the boarshead to make a purchase, all they have is already gone.
Other than the kitchen, no further work has been done on the boarshead. Some around the town suggest that the old inkeeper Brane may put whats left of the place up for sale if the chancellor doesnt step in and do something. Others say the chancellor intends to tear the inn down and salvage what he can to put to use on the southern wall. But still, no one in town seems to have any idea when a working inn will open for business.
With townsfolks still displaced in tents, it would seem a there is no lack of want for an inn either…_
