Whispers at the Fire
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Groups of Iron Chain Clan halfers can be seen entering Norwick to replace others that are returning from a night of patrol in the woods.
The group beeing replaced can be seen entering norwick from the south gate, showing evidence of beeing involved in skirmishes with whatever lurks behind the trees and bushes at the cover of the dark night.
These barbarian warriors look weary and their armors and wepons are stained with the blood of whatever they´ve fought and slain during their patrols.
Day after day, night after night, waves of these brutish and vicious warriors can be seen heading to the woods right outside norwicks old south-gate. The clank of metal against metal and the squeals of pain and suffering of those wo have fallen before these vicious half-orcs are heard from far, far away. By the end of the night, when the sun starts to rise, these warrior return and new fresh one go in to take their place
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Your friendly neighborhood crafter and farmer, Z, hasn't been seen too much around town, as of late. Instead, he's been spending a significant amount of time working in the workshop in his barn.
When asked about what he's working on, he simply shrugs and replies, "Nuthin'."
Hmmm… :ninja:
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Sela stood raptly as the Warriors of Tempus spoke with Lieutenant Desario. Being a recent disciple of Tempus, she was in awe as the soldiers quoted the dogma of Tempus to the Lieutenant. Her heart, which had been heavy with the news of so many enemies against Norwick, was now lifted. As she watched, another band of devotees, this group to Sulane, marched into town, but here attention was focused fully on the Tempus Warriors. "We may stand a chance now of winning" she thought as she headed off to the barracks for the night….
PapaD
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Rumor has it that an army of warriors from Damara, said to be followers of Tempus, marches all over Narfell.
Rumors of groups breaking off and joining other factions are amidst.
Several warriors have been spotted in Norwick, and were said to be seen being lead into the barracks by a Militia Lieutenant.
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Among the many refugees from Jiyyd, travelers in Norwick would notice a rather pale elf spending much of his days with the refugees, handing out food and providing medical care as necessary. The elf bears no religious symbols, and seems to prefer to keep to himself.
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_Dwin and several of his elite bodyguards and some other dwarves spend some time looking at the site of an unfinished temple in the eastern Valley, on a hill that overlooks the mills and in the distance, the Graveyard.
One of the dwarves, commonly known as simply "the Foreman" makes some notes in a small book as he paces off distances in several directions.
When they come back to the fire and disperse, Dwin asks around if anyone knows any clerics of Lathander._
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Rumor has it that Grag and the town Herald got into a shouting match at the fire over Dwin, Norwick, and N'Jast.
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Grak can be seen near gates of Norwick, talking to assortment of soldiers
Oi ya gits, ya hear them drums and see dem smoke coming frem them small city, eh? Grak gots feeling that yar swordarms ache soon frem over-use. But fear nots ya lot and especially them, who gots coin..
Ya see, Grak knows a trader who gots wide selection of goods available just fer huuuumie and shorty sized folk. Various numerous models of dem gloves, banded or weighed ya name it. Also dem same trader gots some quality quarterstaffs and even some chainmail, forged using some silly metal which ya huuuumies call "brass". It deflects blades better than normal suit of armor.
Since Graks wisdom tells that them walls 'ere bes hit hard very soon, Grak suggest that ya folk digs yar pockets and exchange coins fer some extra safety, eh? If ya thinks ya gots thick-enough armors already, think of them beoynd them walls, eh? Peons, females and all dem snotling-runts, who know nothing aboot fighting. If ya value somebody inside them walls, Grak advices ya to take heed of Graks offer and buy some extra protection fer yar chosen ones…
Rubs hands eagerly
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After a while Arak´Hur can be seen exiting Dwins office after thier meeting, after him the two huge halfers escolt him and head north. Arak´Hur shows no emotion regarding the outcome of the meeting
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Two huge halfers escolt their leader, Arak´Hur, till Dwins office door step. The two halfer stay out side while Arak´Hur goes in
// Dwin, check your PM box please. Cheers!
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*A rather dreadful rumor circulates that General Lyte, in her role as elected First Seat of Safety of what was Jiyyd, signed an agreement with the traitor Kara, who leads the N'Jast army, that would keep the remaining population of Jiyyd neutral, and have Jiyyd rebuilt by N'Jast.
A serious and rather raucious Jiyyd town meeting occured in Norwick thereafter. Lyte was seen earnestly requesting that she and Grag be released from their town council positions by town vote, and that the Legion as a whole, be booted from citizenry therein.
There was grumbling and hissing and cries of taking Kara's head with hand sythes and garden shears, but eventually, witnesses claim, they listened to the charismatic councilperson, and grudgingly voted her, and Grag, and the legion, out of what once was their village, ending a prosperous, often noisy and clanky, farting era.
Then, in the first act of the new era for the citizens of Jiyyd, Watchperson Smasha spoke up.
"All goes in favor of accepting the peace offer from the bitch of N'Jast to the FREE TOWN OF JIYYD?"
Silence is said to have surrounded at the little camp, as Jiyyd citizens spoke for themselves unanimously.
Cheers erupted for the Legion, a woman of noted ferocity is said to have shed elven tears, and things would never be quite the same for any involved, ever again.*
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Anyone with an inclination to visit the glen, or into the Rawlinswood that may encounter one of the druids or glen residents may overhear that a certain Elder of the Circle, Jerrick, was heard from. He has not been seen in some time around Norwick OR the woods.
Nothing else decisive was really said, though N'jast was mentioned more than once.
What on Toril does N'Jast have to do with Jerrick?
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Following Jiyyd's fall, Gears stays close to Ginger and their tent at Z's farm, apparently spending some quality time with the wife. Little is seen of him around Norwick, this time as an unintended consequence.
//gone this weekend, see ya guys when I get back!
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_The sun just starts to peek over the horizon, the bustling activity of Norwick begins slowly, the slight food shortage being noticed by everyone. Refugees from Jiyyd wander the town looking for work, trying to scrap enough together for a meal for their families.
As some wait quietly by the gates waiting for word of their home, the gates suddenly open to a rumbling sound, but instead of a group of soldiers or messengers bringing word from the soon to be war zone to the east, a caravan of six wagons moves into town, at their head is a woman in Seafarer garb, the caravans themselves guarded by Seafarer Pikemen and Norwick Militia.
The woman stands up on top of the first wagon as the caravans come to a stop near the fire, she looks around motioning for silence from the crowd who have gathered to see what the caravans are about, she suddenly yells out clearly, for all to hear._
On behalf of the Seafarers of Peltarch, I greet you fine citizens of Jiyyd and Norwick. You may have noticed our members coming to and from town and may I say that it has not been for nothing! Your Chancellor, the proud and noble Lord Dolvak has worked with me to secure a trade agreement with Lord Vaster Ashald that will bring food back to your town. On behalf of Lord Dolvak and myself, I am here to produce the first of these shipments with a gift attached. Five wagons are the beginning shipment, but with a bit of scraping of our own, Lord Dolvak and I managed to get a sixth, not for selling, but as a gift to you all for your courage and your loyalty in these trying times!
_As she says that, the Pikeman form a ring around the first wagon while the other five are taken off towards the Great Hall. A group of men and women, all in Seafarer colors come from up the road and all climb up into the wagon and begin tossing food to each and every person in the crowd. A few of the women take the time to toss an extra loaf of bread, pack of salted meat or an apple to the children who run close to the wagon.
As the last of the food is tossed out, the woman once again begins to talk._
I only ask one thing from you fine people, that when times are hard, you remember that your Lord and his new friends will do whatever they can to make sure you -all- are taken care of, commoner or noble, all suffer during times of war and we are here to supply. There shall be regular shipments of food coming into this town as of this day, no one will need go hungry again!
She then holds her hands in the air and begins to yell out.
For your Lord Dolvak! For the Seafarers!
The cheers of Norwickians and refugee alike are heard, drowning out almost any other sound as the fears and concerns of this war have been forgotten, even for just a moment.
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Several people note that the old ruins seem cloaked in a vile, cold, dark mist these days…
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A small group of Seafarers were seen entering the gates of Norwick and the woman among them headed into the Great Hall in the company of Norwick's Ambassador, Ronan. She was only in there for a short time before her and her group of guards headed back to the city.
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_Rumor spreads that the traitor Fendon made an appearance in Norwick, bringing with him darkness and ominous messages. It appears his has a significant amount of strength as he cut down one of Norwick's guards right at the fire.
However, Ambassador Ronan and Guardsman Elyl teamed to fight the undead traitor. The both of them chased Fendon off to the graveyard, tossing spells and blessings along the way.
The two returned sometime later, looking weary and a bit beat up. Ronan's signature trembling hands indicating he had tossed a lot of magic before returning, and Elyl's armor looking a bit dented. Though, the both of them are fine now, for the most part._
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Sela Thenders, Guardsman for Norwick, overhears a conversation by the Norwick campfire between the Dwarven and Peltarch troops stationed at the South Gate that they have the "soft billet" compared with their comrades at the North Gate. She mutters that nowhere is "soft" these days.
PapaD
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Rumors fly quickly around Norwick that with the backing of Colonel Mord, Lieutenant Devlin has triple posted guards at the Northern gates - and has temporarily disallowed the entry of any and all Romani or Gypsies, lest they are in the company of an official of Norwick for peace talks. When asked about it, Devlin simply replies…
"What else was I supposed to do? Let them just waltz in and hammer us from the inside?"
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Others chime in, claiming that the gypsies attempted to use lore stolen from Cera to invade Norwick via the menhirs… but screwed it up, unleashing unspeakable horrors on Narfell.
