::New rumours heard in the Mermaid::
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The familiar face of Sarah is seen more and more in the city. It seems she has retained a room at the inn and while she still returns to her birth home of the camp she does so with decreasing frequency. Of late the normally cheerful woman seems withdrawn and tired. Looking amongst the inn patrons as if searching for someone, but mostly avoiding the sundial area.
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_Rumours once again start up concerning the nefarious Gnome Hunters, a strangely fanatical group, reportedly bent on nothing less than the destruction of all gnome-kind. This time, word has it the vile agents of this group can take many guises, including that of seemingly harmless animals. Gnomish citizens of the Jewel are adviced to caution, yet according to the three chief investignomes of the problem - Perriwig P. Doubleday, Gilda Haven and Caramella Bestefaren - some recent progress has been made which gives good reason for cheer.
Slyly tapping their noses, not much else is publically revealed by the trio, though the observant few might note a sudden and substantial increase in gnomish patrons at the dock-side establishment known as the Three-legged Mule. A table in the furthest corner of the otherwise rather anonymous, glum and seedy watering hole now sports a cheery yellow tablecloth, a vase of flowers and nice, padded cushions for the chairs. A dour-faced ice mephit can occasionally be seen sweeping the floor and replacing wilted flowers for fresh ones._
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There are several sightings one night, throughout Peltarch, of a large flying creature that swooped through and above the city's streets. Reports are mixed, but it's generally agreed it had leathery wings and a black underbelly, with streaks of green. It would be dismissed as a nightmare, if not for the prevalence of the reports.
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Early one morning, Adrian and Kallista are spotted riding out of the city, carrying enough supplies for a long journey.
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Word around the city is that a sky ship crash landed in the Eastern fields a day ago. The crew seem to be making repairs and are apparently known to some people already. A small squad of Defenders is always seen close by and the Captain of the ship, a man named Beeter seems to be letting children come tour the floating vessel.
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A red haired man in brown half plate and black cloak approaches the defenders at the foothills outside Peltarch, introduces himself as Khay Drakanan, paladin of Lathander and asks them about the situation of the Defenders and the possibility of becoming a recruit.
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A small group of adventures can be seen entering the town speaking about mad paladins and mad orcs babbling together in a kobolds cave…
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// holy crap HI Man!
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Rumors have spread about the former Captain of the Far Scouts, Aghila Than'hys, beeing back to the region of Narfell after a long absence. He has been seen around in the city asking about the current situation of the region and searching for old friends.
//Hello again, for those who still remember me!
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Once again, goblins have been spotted in the foothills, their forces fought off by the city's own Magistrate D'Arneau, Defender Sargeant Aelthas Benthur and Cerulean Knights Lycka and Mordechai. There is talk of a mysterious pillar appearing at the same time, and one of the party's disappearance in relation to this. Nevertheless, all five participants can be spotted around the city in the following days, appearing safe and sound.
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_Odd incidents of various crates and barrels containing either nothing or simple merchant goods being lit on fire or simply blown away have been occuring.
All that seems to be known is that there is a mage on the loose doing this, but no one is quite sure why._
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A party of partially burnt Black Sails, hauling bags of ogre loot to the market, can be overheard speculating whether or not a certain Gondar lout has left his mark on the neighbouring kobold tribes. The words "firecracker surprise" are mentioned, possibly explaining the scorched state of the group.
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A beggar who some folks may recognise has been weeping inconsolably at the ruins of the tower west of Peltarch.
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Following news of some sort of scandal at the Bardic College, Sierra is later seen carrying the kobold back out of the city, to the hills where pressumably she found it.
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A somewhat familiar face around Peltarch Sarah'linae along with the very familiar face of Sierra the far scout, Stronghawk the strange, but not entirely upleasant barbarian and Gert the fighter were seen following a bard out into the foothills along with some of the common people. The majority of the group departing the commons seemed entirely entranced by the bard's song. Some day or so later the weary group and the commoners return looking beaten, but alive. Sierra was seen carrying a kobold off with her.
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_A small gaggle of gnomes hobble towards the market after an adventurous day in the foothills of Peltarch, bearing an omnious warning to all their kindred: the Gnome Hunters still plague the area, as vicious and hateful as ever in their persuit of the destruction of all gnomekind. The latest one encountered is reported to be most cunning and vile, according to pale-nosed scholar Caramella Bestefaren. This Hunter did not attack openly, but instead slyly targetted the most vital part of a gnome's anatomy, namely the stomach! Caramella, along with gastrognome Perriwig P. Doubleday, both profess to crippling intestinal pain after the meeting, barely able to keep even the smallest of pies or pastries down their respective gullets.
In far robuster spirits, Garl Glittergold's shiniest and sweetest Jewel, ms Gilda Haven, can be seen caring for her two friends. She cheerfully mentions the Great Adventure with Actual Treasure
that the group partook in previously, defeating both kobolds and a group of invading goblins in the Scalesinger's cave. A peculiar dancing goblin mage is spoken of, along with the words "spontaneous combustion" and "crotch blaster". Prudent gentlemen of the Jewel might do well to steer clear of ms Bestefaren, whenever she is seen waving an emerald-tipped wand about.._
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@8ce23049c7=Archon_Prime:
Said building (which hasn't been Leti's Market for years now) has been locked up and quiet for a few weeks now.
Said building, which has been quiet for quite some time now, no longer appears to be locked up.
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A remnant renegade looting band is deemed responsible for the recent explosion to the west of the city that took out the western outer gates and the western guard tower, though some innovative adventurers managed to set the raiders' explosives off slightly early and take out a number of them in the blast. Their gold-hungry leader, Sergeant Hakeswell, is reported to have managed to yet again escape his well deserved demise, and is likely still hiding out in the foothills.
Travelers headed westwards into the foothills are still warned to be extremely wary of being ambushed by Hakeswell and his looters, who will likely remain a threat until somebody finally kills him or Lord Gor orders him to return to Highhold.
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_As the days after the invasion and subsequent retaking of the city pass further into the distance, the docks has more or less returned to being a hub of activity, with ships routinely docking at the few remaining piers, unloading supplies and then setting sail again with little to no fanfare
Although these ships are primarily civilian, defender detatchments can be seen on deck. In Sergeant Benthur's stead, The defender private recognizable as Edgar Lewis appears to be in charge of the shipping as well as the safeguarding of the cargo. The small defender detatchment is rarely seen in the city for long, due to the high need for supplies._
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_After being sustained for almost the duration of the war, the teleportation circle within the defender headquarters has finally lost the magical glimmer that surrounded the circle. As the night passes on, a long wispy sigh ripples across the breezing wind, as if someone had lost a great weight from their shoulders.
On the following morning, the teleportation circle within the command building is no more. The runes have faded and the chalked circle has broken and blown away. The gentle presence that was felt when approaching near to the circle has now gone, to where, noone knows._
