::New rumours heard in the Mermaid::



  • A party consisting of Captain Seth, Private Melanie Stern, Sald the Druid and the Dwarven monk Dilinius were seen searching through the ruins of the commerce district. It is heard that they managed to save two civilians from being set upon by rogue defenders and straggling N'jast soldiers.



  • It seems Peltarch has fallen, the defenders driven back as they were attacked by N'Jast from the south, High Hold from the west and undead Eastlanders from the north. A sort of last stand was made in the civic district. The word is that demons are lose, and accidents seemed far too common. Most even felt a vile energy ripple through the city, at one point, and horrible laughter was reportedly heard. But in the end, it's the death toll that is the only sure thing.



  • A cloaked and hooded passerby seems to comment.

    "EY! Wasn't dat place bou't about by that traitorous Gondar scum? He saids theys going to make its into a shrine or somethin. Ifin that true I says we loot it for the good of da city, an sell what's in dere for arms! Jusin needin to get us a good ram!"



  • Said building (which hasn't been Leti's Market for years now) has been locked up and quiet for a few weeks now.



  • Mariston requisitions the shop known as Leti’s market to be used as a field hospital and shelter for those defending the south gate. He also opens is own home, found opposite the Mermaid Inn for use by the defenders and Legion as a front HQ.



  • A little stir was caused just outside the gates, as the known Beshaban priestess Elissa openly burnt a large amount of wine, sustaining some serious burns on her hands and arms. Later gardener Marty got into a heated debate whether or not such is desirably or even allowed. While Elissa claims it's a ritual to gain the favor of Beshaba and turn her gaze on the armies of N'Jast no proof of that has or can be found. Mostly it seems the ill luck struck right at Elissa, leaving her not only with burned hands, but also with quite an angry halfling to deal with.



  • Myeil Dralomar, Headmistress of Spellweaver Keep, has been spending most of her time in Peltarch recently, even with the portal to Norwick open. She can be heard reassuring anyone concerned about Haribo that Spellweaver Keep will see to it that the eccentric mage returns as quickly as possible, by way of the temple of Tyr and Lady Daisy Millern. Any suggestion of a romantic relationship is met with a stare that could freeze an Icelace polar bear.



  • _Rumours begin to spread that during the last evening and subsequent dawning of morning, A group of mages and Haribo 'the Great' Lanzurin spent their time drawing some kind of runic pattern on the ground near to the Peltarch Theatre. Onlookers began to gather and watched with a sense of morbid curiousity as the spell began to be recited. Some report that in the process of casting the spell, Haribo was engulfed by blue fire and subsequently destroyed by the energy within the circle, taking on the burden rather than let his 'assistants' die as well. Some cling to the more romantic notion that he had something of a fondness for the headmistress of the keep.

    Whatever the rumours, Haribo can't be found anywhere.

    In his wake, the rune circle hums softly with patient energy. It would appear that the mages successfully created a portal that links Norwick and the city, and while civilians and supplies can be moved through easily enough, there appears to be a force of will behind the portal itself, denying the creation for those that would use it for military ends._



  • _While the boulders rain down on Peltarch, and the city under siege seems to suffer more and more, the Beshaban priestess Elissa wanders the street a bit more to spread her specific branch of salvation. The pale woman who always seems to spare a warm and understanding smile for each and everyone, no matter how small or big their worries, gives away wine and brandy, and seems always willing to sanctify - or desecrate, depending on your view - the same brewerages, ever eager to advise people that now, in these dire times, burning and thus sacrificing these to the Maid of Misfortune is of utmost importance. She seems particularly friendly and warm when she suggests or encourages people to burn valuable or just important possessions, commenting on how every sacrifice Peltarch brings to Lady Doom will make the bad luck the army outside the gates suffer all the more harsh and cruel.

    If prompted to comment on why it seems that the N'Jast army seems to be winning, while those loyal to Beshaba suffer from ill fortune, Elissa turns a faintly sad smile to the person, and compliments them on their question, but then invariably points out that it is time the luck changed._

    "Too much good luck is a bad thing. A very bad thing."



  • No doubt entirely unrelated, in the period before the young potential oligarch's demise in the bath house, Mercy took her One Year Bath, shedding twelve months of grime, slime and stains. Perhaps the unfortunate youth gulped a bit of this putrid water down and that did for him? For the sensitively-nosed, however, Mercy's partially diminished odour is probably worth any potential collateral damage…



  • Nathen Ashald, a young nephew of beloved Senator Rath Ashald is said to have been found murdered in the bathhouse. This is the third death to occur in the bathhouse this year, though certainly the most notable. Rath and the Ashald family are said to be in deep mourning.



  • Another group of so called adventurers set out onto the icelace lake, and when they returned to Peltarch, it was by foot. And with them walked a gnome…


  • The Halfling Defence League

    A small group of adventurers responded to a call put out by the city, and set sail with the black sails and Captain Sabre Seesaw a few days ago. By the time they returned, their numbers had seemingly swelled exponentially with the addition of several dozen strapping, heavily armed men - barbarians of some sort, by the looks of them.



  • A caravan loaded down with a number of crates and bits of luggage arrives in town, blocking the various roads for some time as men work to unload it with haste. While onlookers theorize about what may be inside the crates, the woman who arrives shortly thereafter, dressed in rich black fabrics and bronze metals, lead some to believe that it's likely to be nothing more than piles of clothing and other useless items that any other overindulged woman would travel with.

    However, as others spot the woman, taking note of her vivid red hair and amber eyes, recognition strikes… and only one thought pops into their minds.

    It's time to flame proof the town again.



  • An elven woman clad in black and blue plate is seen around the stores in Peltarch, looking to buy large quantities of lead sheeting.


  • The Halfling Defence League

    A dark clad hin has been asking inn patrons if their "lookings to hire?"



  • Rumors are that despite the constant troubles to get food into the city, the nobles still engage in debauchery and waste valuable resources in their orgies. Of course, rumor would also make you believe that the Divine Shield admitted treason.



  • _Almost the complete Sails company, now also sporting Mark Kelben in their company, could be seen hurrying out of the mountains towards Pelt, as though chased by the devils themselves, then hopping onto the first available boat to Oscura.

    Gods only know what had been after them._


  • Legion

    General Grag of the legion has been seen around peltarch much more often of late. GOing into the defenders head quarters behind closed doors… He has also been seen acting very upset stomping in and out of the peltarch Jail demanding Laidy Diasy' release...



  • In the past hours, Dentin has been bringing boxes and crates out of his house and loading them up on a cart, helped by his wife and his son. The family carries a grim but determined demeanor, and are soon after joined by a few other individuals, who seem to have brought their own belongings with them. Before too long, the small group heads towards the south gates…