Camp Bon Fire Rumors and Stories
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If the elven dandy is close to Cherry, he soon notices that at least 2 Warriors, armed to the teeth are close by as well. Always smiling, always polite, nevertheless, the charming Miss Cherry is well protected by her comrades-in-arms.
And by her bodyguard, the Purple haired Charlie.
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If the elven dandy is close to Cherry, he soon notices that at least 2 Warriors, armed to the teeth are close by as well. Always smiling, always polite, nevertheless, the charming Miss Cherry is well protected by her comrades-in-arms.
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According to some of the gypsies in the camp, a well-dressed elven mage called Aramuil Holimion has regularly been visiting Cherry at the camp; at all times of day and night. The more gossip-driven gypsies have been wagging their tongues with rumours of what he does, some saying he's an elven noble, others saying some sort of charlatan and still others hear he does some sort of work protecting Norwick. Whatever the case may be, it doesn't appear that the elf plans to stop visiting anytime soon.
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The messenger stood dumbstruck at the sight of the pretty lass. For a long moment he maintained a gawking expression as he watched her disappeared out of sight before regaining his senses, smoothing his hair and adjusting his collar.
"Da't be one hot little lass… Aye cannae wait for 'er to grow up!"
With that he disappears out of sight and returns to Norwick, with tales of pretty lass to be shared amongst the envious men of the town. Days later, there seems to be a surge of male visitors or suitors in the romani camp wanting to catch a sight of this silver haired lass.
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A pretty teenage girl with silver-white hair overhears the Norwick messanger at the Heart fires, as she struggles with the strings on a small lute. Her light blue eyes blaze with sudden anger as she rises and approaches the man:
"Her name is RAGNHILD, and that spear is tipped with the tooth of the great white dragon Sharn, ripped from his mouth by my father himself! My mother is typical of no one but -herself-, you Norwick simpleton, and if you want her help, you better not call her a toothpick weilder."
With a huff, Lycka turns on her heel, walking away with a posture every bit as proud as her mothers. Her long legs carry her quickly into the inner parts of the camp, where Ragnhild is busy burning the dinner boar to a crisp. Half a day later, a score of hobgoblins have a fatal encounter with the end of a wickedly sharp toothpick as the tall blonde runs south with an easy, wolflike step.
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_During Cherry's vigils, a few female Warriors are at a respectable distance, yet close enough to keep people away. The women simply nod to the other purple haired lass and continue to watch the area.
Aelthas occasionally comes up and speaks to the Warriors then wanders off shortly after._
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Whether she notices or not the other purple haired lass is usually close to Cherry during her vigils. Not always awake, but always alert, waking at the smallest sound and glaring at anyone going to try and watch.
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_In light of or in spite of recent happenings, Cherry throws herself into the training sessions even training by herself with the archery targets and combat dummies.
When not keeping busy training,, she has the little stoen of hers out and set in her Grandma's tree are near the heartfires in prayerful meditttation. It could rumoured that a couple times, when the bright light of the moon breaks through the forest canopy, she has been seen near the waterfall into the chasm toward the south edge of Camp, nude and clasping that very same stoen of hers in two hands while keeping an all night vgil until the mon set and sun rose. For most of the vigil a soft white glow from her stone wrapped around the girl while she chanted her prayers.
On aside note, Cherry often wears the sakuras Celebring routinely ifts her behind her ear. Only recently has she stared placing them behind her left ear instead of the right. The older blossoms are dired and added toa wreath that hangs in Cera's tree._
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_A quiet talk at the fire about Celebring entering the black-armband forces, took a turn by the arrival of the ghost of Aelthas. After provoking him with a sneer regarding his sexual preference, he turned to newly arrived Ezachiel, calling his preference of black and green with a devlish smile.
As Celebring retired for the night, the follower of Azuth and the black-haired Wolf scout came to the conclusion that it would be wise to follow Aelthas's ghost to find his bones to bring to Jeni.
Later that night, a bruised and battered company was seen travelling back from the Jiyyd deep swamps towards the gypsy camp._
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_The Gypsy Warriors of the Black Armband seem to have taken another as their own, or at least include him in the early hours of training before dawn. He is one known as Celebring, having lived there for quite a few years, developing a reputation as a skilled and respected Wizard…
He seems very calm and focused during their training, detached even. However, it is not his spellcraft he focuses, but rather his proficiency with a beautiful Elven Longsword and a finely crafted Oak Longbow, along with the other Warriors. He seems practiced enough already in the traditional forms of Elven Swordsmanship and Archery, but leaves room for improvement among the elite.
Of average strength, yet greater stamina, it is still a struggle for him to keep up with the other Warriors, but a struggle he seems determined to overcome.
On another note, he seems to be one of the few familiar faces to greet the Lavender-haired girl, Cherry with a faint smile and a bow of the head. With an almost endless supply of Sakura's* he presents her with graciously each time he sees her, it has become a near daily ritual, or perhaps it has already been for some time._
*Cherry Blossom
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A messenger from Norwick has been seen of this late loitering by the Heart fires of the Romani camp, inquiring the residents where one could establish contact or send word to one known as 'Ragnhald'.
"So yah. Wonderin' ye seen dis warrioress dat our scout, Jerr, called her 'Ragnhald' or somethin'. Described as ya typical Maya of Norwick militia 'cept she uses a giant toothpick with its pointy end made of a tooth of some o'l giant lizard instead of axe eh. Was it dragon or lizard? Nay remember dat bit.
Tell 'er dat Norwick has a work proposal for 'er dat Jerr specifically recommended this Ragnhald…Raggie- Rabbie- BAH! Whateva her 'ard-ta-pronounce name be! Tell dis toothpick wielder dat our Seneschal, Harmonee, be wantin' audience with 'er eh/
So ya'll simply tell her to drop word in Norwick if she is interested. Offer won't be holding out long since our Seneschal not da patient sort, being an iron lady and all with Norwick in a knee-deep crisis now heh. So she betta make up her mind quickie quickly soon.
Here ya go, ale's on me to show me thanks for 'elp!"
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It seems that more than one lavender haired lass has joined the men in their training of a dawn, and if the slightly younger of the two seems to push herself harder and further than she needs to or perhaps even should then perhaps the answer lies in the looks she occassionally gives Aelthas. Looks both of challenge and of yearning.
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A group is rumored to have encountered a frozen ogre in the pass. The group apparently went looking from whence the ogre came only to be met with fierce resistance from the hobgoblins. Returning to the camp many hours later battered and bruised the party disbands quickly and goes their separate ways finding what rest they may.
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_In the early hours before dawn one day, a sleepy, lavender haired, lavender eyed girl makes her way out to training dummies in the southeast of the pass. Rubbing he sleep from the corner of her eyes, she just makes it out of her grandmother's tree with the last bite of her breakfast sandwich, an improvised sandwich to eat n her way out the door.
Cherry looks for familiar faces among the gathering men, a number of them taller and a bit older than her. It was an intimidating thing, but finding Alexi meeting her there bolstered Cherry's youthful spirits and helped her ignore moost of the stares she felt. They were mostly in her head.
Her first hours of training among the Warriors was demanding and quite grueling, but as exhausted, out of breath and aching as she was in ever muscle as she was by the end, Cherry manged tohold her own. Perhaps she proved slightly more impressive in the martial training than a young mage might be expected, if not as skilled as those dedicated soley to the arts of bow and sword._
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_After a trip with Raver to the gnoll lands, Camina was seen walking through camp with a pack full of supplies. After a short talk with Raver at the fires, it seems the two may not be parting on the best of terms.
Camina was seen entering Jonni's tent to speak with him, obviously getting ready for a long trip somewhere by the looks of her pack._
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Word spreads of stone badgers found in the spider woods. Trouble anyone?
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_A bugbear was seen in the Inner Camp today. It attacked no one, and could not be found when searched for.
While the searchers had gone to the Outer Camp to discuss this, flaming catapult missiles began raining down in the outer Camp.
A punitive raid was led into the gnoll lands, by William where the catapult was located and destroyed.
A search for additional catapults found none.
The only serious injury was Alexi, nearly killed when he slipped and fell into the Cold Caves._
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Cherry leaves word with her grandmother and Jeni, she wouldike to talk with Raver about maybe doing her part her part in the defense of Camp. Petrhaps by join in with any other trainiees the wrriors have.
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Those travelling in the spider woods would notice that the large tree just shy of the gates has a length of red cord hanging from one of the thicker branches.
Anyone inquiring as to how it got there would hear mention of a Priest going by the name Anselm, spending some time by the tree recently.
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Attached to a few trees, a couple of posters turn up, they advertise a
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