Camp Bon Fire Rumors and Stories
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Camp defenders just outside the Pass witnessed the cheerful meeting between Horbag and Rhistin. The two were seen heading to Peltarch, whilst chattering about tanning.
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Raver and her men have carried on as usual, sparring with Camina, giving their silent support.
The only comment over heard by Raver has been that people need to mind their own bloody business
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Scutum Hedges spends quiet days in meditation and seeking Camina for further sparring matches, claiming there is more to learn from losing than from winning. If any monks or hins elect to spend time in her company during these hours, they will hear her teach about "emptying one's cup" in order to learn new things.
If she sees Grak, she can't help but giggle.
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_On a visit to the camp during one of the city's quieter days, Dyani al Fehzim, a mage of Calimshan, finds amusement hearing both sides of the rumours of the assault on the Sharessan.
Despite being a neutral party and witnessing the entire event, she prefers to let the pot simmer for a while longer before commenting._
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"I could be wrong, but I don't think that beating the living daylights out of guests over a misunderstanding is the way to go. Seriously now, at least in Norwick they tell you they just don't like you.. before beating."
Elor also mumbles something about Sanctuary Valley, but who would understand that?
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Grak has complaining that he was attacked without any reason during the festival:
_"Oi, not Graks fault if some unfortunate wench is born as a lowly female. Besides no huuuumie nor those fancy pointy ears can deny the fact that beaten female moaned like female-Chesty Larue".
"Grak also noticed that this local militia is unable to uphold any law here. Hmph, that is not a suprise for Grak. Grak's crystal-like memory easily recalls the time, when all of these curs were busy running away from few puny hairy beasts who decided take over their settlement".
Hmph.. They also seem to have forgotten that thing huuuumies call "gratidute". Graks purse has not received a single coin from the help to clean this stinky town from them… Ungrateful and cheapskate-curs Grak says.._
saunters off the road which leads towards crossroads
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Seeing her best friend beaten to pulp outside the fighting area, a certain Wolf in orange and black leathers rushed to help the Sharessan priestess. Enfuriated, she stepped up to Camina, but merely met her cold dismissive gaze. With a seething "this is not the last of it", she walked off with her best friend.
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Rumor has it that the Sharess Priestess was actully acting on the words of a camp elder. Trying to stop a fight breaking out in the camp when the guards wouldnt step in. Also that it had nothing to do with being beaten in duel that it was to try and stop the festival from being ruined.
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A small group of adventurers, including Gilda the gnomish priestess, a red-robed mage ((can't remember name, sorry)), the newly arrived Cherry and Elor headed into the spiderpass. After a day or so, they returned, Elor carrying the lifeless body of Cherry. Apparantly, a barking spider had ambushed the group and managed to get to Cherry before the others could chase it off. It was not until the arrival of Storn, the dwarven Akadian, that Cherry left Cera's tree again, queesy but alive. She was lead back into the inner camp by Elor, with promises of revitalising chicken soup.
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_The minor scuffle with the half-orc and the Sharessan priestess aside, the festival is overall deemed quite a success, as any affair that involves free food and drink tends to be. Visitors both living and dead mingled freely, enjoying the entertaining talents of noted bards like Elor and Melidian, aswell as the hired band of musicians.
The opening archery contest drew a wide range of eager contestants, though notably, the mage Ezachiel found an excuse to avoid participation, clearly not in the most festive of moods. The contest contained many a thrilling match, perhaps most notably the one between Ginger Tealeaf and Theaon Thorn. The famed sure-shot Ginger was pushed to a tie, but won the fourth shot and advanced to the final, where she proceeded to beat Sabre Seesaw with one point in another rather close match.
The festival continued in high spirits as the arranger Camina layed out the ground rules for the melee contest. Despite a number of taunts from the female fighters, the loudmouth half-orc Grak refused to set foot in the ring, though his derogatory comments eventually earned him a beating regardless. That distraction aside, there can be no doubt that the star of the melee contest was the lighting-fast hin Scutum Hedges, who won the final against Lector and William Morrison. The hinnish whirlwind even gave Camina herself quite a match, knocking the fighter to the ground with her well-aimed kicks.
The crowd dispersed slowly after the games were finished, many lingering to drink and chat the night away. The pleasant calm wasn't broken until the following night, when spiders and a few driders attacked both the inner and the outer perimeters of the camp. A handful of gypsy guards are reported to have fallen in the fighting, brave souls to be met again at the next festival of the dead, perhaps._
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Rumor has it that the Gali Camina, while running the festival games, took time out to beat down a foul-mouthed half-orc Gaje.
Rumors also tell of a Gaje Sharessan priestess who, angered at her loss to Camina in an earlier contest, attacked Camina from behind with spells, while Camina was beating down the loudmouth. …at which point, Camina beat the Sharessan into unconsciousness again.
Some say the Sharessan has been demanding that the elders expel Camina from Camp. One might wonder at this, what right a Gaje has to demand anything of an Elder, much less expulsion of a Gali who has not broken the Oath.
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Rumour has it that Ezachiel (who I am assuming most of the Gali have heard about by now) visited Cera along with four gali women, only to come out again by his own not much later. Hours after that, one of the women, some say Fadia, came out, and spoke to him for a while, after which she left and he went back inside, only to re-emerge later with Rhistin, according to some, who he sat around the fire with. Even he himself doesn't seem to know for sure what happened, but it is pretty obvious that he doesn't have his spellbook on him.
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@cfbb6315ed=DrDreadLock:
FESTIVAL IS COMING IN CAMP
_Word goes around that a festival will be held to honor the memory of the fallen Romani troops that have died defending their home.
Drinking, dancing, story telling, fighting competitions that the warriors loved so much! All are invited!_
//Sunday July 22, 2pm EST
((bummer KB will be arriving from the airport then so none of my GC PC's will be there and neither will KB's :rain: ))
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Lilin's tent goes oddly quiet as she, Corran and her children depart on a long overdue vacation
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FESTIVAL IS COMING IN CAMP
_Word goes around that a festival will be held to honor the memory of the fallen Romani troops that have died defending their home.
Drinking, dancing, story telling, fighting competitions that the warriors loved so much! All are invited!_
//Sunday July 22, 2pm EST
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Ragnhild seems to be busy like a bee of late, though surprisingly for her, it isn't combat-related activities that are the focus of her energies. Instead she appears to be packing up all her belongings, as well as those of her daughters. Kegs of ales, old children's toys and everything that is too heavy to carry is safely stored away. Ragnhild's Guardian sister Horbag can be spotted fussing over the children, outfitting them with warm winter wolf boots, cloaks, gloves and the like. Lycka seems excited, telling her friends all about the upcoming trip to the Glaciers:
"It will be a great adventure, mama says, and I'll get to meet all my family and find my totem too! I'll miss you all, but we'll come back in the spring, I promise."
//This is not a retirement of Ragnhild as a character, but a trip home to the Great Glaciers in preparation for Lycka's coming of age.
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Elor, who was also present during the appearance of the mysterious paladin, often spends some time with her, unless and/or until he is shood away. Quiet when quiet is required, yet talkative when the woman feels so, he seems to have taken an interest in the mysterious planar traveller.
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_The camp defenders out on the hill are missing for about a day after a well executed retreat from a sea of on coming hobbers pushes them back to the camp. Rumor has it, after this, a Vrock was spotted on the hill near the cave.
A group of stalwart adventures later also tell of a more than likely related event, when blood rose from the soil in the pattern of a triangle, with the large pools at the points. In the pools appeared two corpses, one at each point, and a badly wounded Paladin, who recovered and is seen wandering the camp
Lilin and the gaurds watch this Paladin of Tyr, Juliana, who claims to hail from the house of the triad warily._
//Unknown DM, sorry.
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_The red-headed, untidy female elf known as Sinu'selira seems to have found a new rhythm in her daily life.
At nights she hunts relentlessly anything related to spiders, drow, Lolth or whatever stands as a convenient substitute target for them.
Every time when the dawn breaks, she's seen amongst the pink armbanded warriors at the training grounds honing her skills in archery, swordplay and fighting in general to afternoon hours.
After the taxing practice sessions, she usually eats lightly and leafs through a small leather book before entering a short reverie.
As blunt as ever, Sinu rarely has a word with anyone except for the men and women she trains with and with many of the elves living in or visiting the camp.
Air of frustration around her is considerable at evenings when she fervently tries to combine the little magic she knows with the black, barbed arrows she cherishes, failing each and every time. And every time after she fails, she enters the dark forests cursing coarsely in elven and with two arrows readied. Eight-legged bloodshed usually follows…_
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A half dead cute half elven bard woman stumbles into the camp along side the man know as Arandor. Her leather armor in tatters, shield dented and mace covered in gore and the remnants of a hobgoblin. A short time later the elf Thorn stumbles in and is seen to be making apologies to the woman for passing out in the snow from blood loss. The tanner Arandor is seen to be stichting the womans armor while she plays a song for the gentlemen. The three bandy about talk about a tail of the chucker that was harder than steel.
((ty to LD, Thorn and Arandor))
