Whispers at the Fire



  • B has been seen in Norwick, looking around for Elidur, or possibly for a chicken farm, reports are unclear.



  • :Maythor goes looking for Z:


  • Legion

    Benji, followed from the Union Hall by a small cloud of smoke, visits the Apothecary. Onlookers might notice he has many small cuts and scratches on his face.



  • A sickly, human male was spotted at the crossroads limping off to the east…towards the demon and devil infested lands of Old Jiyyd.



  • *An anemic Z is seen limping into the Norwick Hall while clutching his chest and coughing very weakly.

    A short while later, he exits the hall still coughing and clutching his chest in obvious discomfort.

    Mumbling incoherent prayers under his breath, he politely refuses any offers of help before he slowly shuffles out the north gate…leaving his mount behind.*



  • Rando is seen wandering around the south woods placing odd notes to the tree. They say in Gob and common

    "Gobs, I am back. I am Rando, slayer of your kings and people. Leave Norwick alone or you will pay a dear, dear price…You have been warned... Death awaits you by my blade"


  • Legion

    _Benji can be seen spending quite a bit of time at Norwick's archery range. The weapon he's practicing with, a rather gargantuan piece of bolt-firing machinery, throws him to the ground often. His exclamations of joy and astonishment suggest he doesn't mind.

    Some folks might notice bolts embedded deeply in the wall behind the target range._



  • _There has been quite an uprising in goblin attacks on the south gates. Caelian says he knows of two that he helped stave off.

    There is also a chance they are getting more strategic, as they attacked the gates at the same time a group of hobgoblins attacked Silver Valley_



    • A group of 4 adventurers headed towards Jiyyd and Mintas on a mining trip. They found Nickle and Lapis. All returned safely. The group consisted of Rando, Mord, Cele and Silv.*


  • Rumor has it that the Chancellor is going to make some sort of dedication to Cyrian. Some say it might be a statue near the barracks or the Crafting Hall, others speculate that he might ask the Dwarven Hold to brew a special recipe in Cyrian's honor. It is said that the Chancellor knew Cyrian for almost as many years as he had been a resident here, and was struck very hard by his death.



  • Calen is seen stepping into the Apothecary to pay his respects

    We were not close, though you made many a journey interesting and to see someone as stong as you fall from age is an encouragement. You shall be missed greatly. Helm watch over your soul.

    he bows his head and then walks out quietly



  • Members of Peltarch's Seafarers Guild have been sighted about town, often going to and from the Rawlins, seemingly just exploring it. Word has it that the small group was sent by worried traders to inquire about rumours of Treants.



  • @396a586a42=metagod:

    The body of former militia lieutenant, Cyrian Loreweaver, was recently moved to the apothecary to be preserved while preparations are made for a funeral. It seems that the old timer passed away peacefully in his sleep some days ago. Cyrian was a Norwick guard for over fifty years, and he was pushing seventy years old himself.

    Z is seen entering the apothecary to pay his respects.



  • Maythor and others fallow the sounds and wait and watche the goblins for a long while as rage building in his blood till it feels as though the heat of the hotest forge is floing threw his vains and then he strinks out in a murderous unstopable rages Axe wielding goblin blood flying and not stopping till every goblin he see's is dead. He serches for days killing any and all goblins on sight not sparing a single one untill all that can be heard in the woods is the sound of birds and other animals.



  • @80b165aa81=metagod:

    The body of former militia lieutenant, Cyrian Loreweaver, was recently moved to the apothecary to be preserved while preparations are made for a funeral. It seems that the old timer passed away peacefully in his sleep some days ago. Cyrian was a Norwick guard for over fifty years, and he was pushing seventy years old himself.

    The pale elven wizard Lucidious pays a visit to Norwick shortly after, dressed in fine purple robes lined with sliver and gold. After a quiet stroll through town, he makes his way to the apothecary to pay his respects.



  • Deep in the Rawlins, the goblins can be heard celebrating Cyrian's death with bonfires and drunken revels, culminating in sacrificing a stolen cow to the goblin gods as a bribe to keep him from coming back.


  • ICC

    Although not the best friend of Cyrian, Major KULL pays his deepest respect for a fellow soldier and honorable man



  • @5ac9c26355=metagod:

    The body of former militia lieutenant, Cyrian Loreweaver, was recently moved to the apothecary to be preserved while preparations are made for a funeral. It seems that the old timer passed away peacefully in his sleep some days ago. Cyrian was a Norwick guard for over fifty years, and he was pushing seventy years old himself.

    Rando pays his most deepest respect for a long time friend and travelling partner..

    "Well, Cyrian, looks like this was your final trip and one that's resulted in you death than i cant pay to have you raised…. You must have cost me over 20,000 gold in bringing your ass back.. You will be missed my friend, sadly missed. Be well and safe on this journey, maybe we will meet again.. Goodbye friend...."

    Rando leaves the room with some would say a tear in his eyes


  • ICC

    The sound of Clanking metal against metal and warcrys, can be heard from afar, deep in the Rawlinswoods graveyard path.
    Few hours later, a badly wounded Arak´Hur can be seen limping into Norwick assisted by one of his clansman



  • The body of former militia lieutenant, Cyrian Loreweaver, was recently moved to the apothecary to be preserved while preparations are made for a funeral. It seems that the old timer passed away peacefully in his sleep some days ago. Cyrian was a Norwick guard for over fifty years, and he was pushing seventy years old himself.