Whispers at the Fire
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Adding to the wealth of religiosity in a cold climate, what with the watery Icelace having reached down the throat of the Rawlinswood, doughty dwarven priestess of Umberlee, replete with fish skin, skeletons and driftwood, has been making her presence felt a bit more regularly in Norwick. Proclaiming the Sea Queen's sovereignty over the whole web of rocky waterways used by riverboats and merchants, the howling pyratical hound exhorts wise Norwickians to placate the Bitch Queen if they dare to enter the tributaries of her domain, lest they find themselves wrecked and ruined, their plans in tatters, for failing to please her. At least, that is the translation in common of the more colourful, cuss strewn cackling speech which Mercy inflicts on locals or merchants using the Riverboat…
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_Local farmers and hunters can be heard to gossip about the unusual run of sudden cold snaps, not at all normal for this time of year. Snow clouds forming after clear skies, icy winds that seem to sweep in without warning, and animals found dead and frozen in the morning.
Some suggest that an offering ought to be made to placate Auril. Others advise seeking Chauntea's protection. Still others think it's nothing people need to be bothering any gods over._
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The Supreme Chancellor, Dwin Dolvak, is seen at the fire one day holding a spectacular looking large axe. The detail on the axe is mind-boggling, and its silver blade reflects the morning sunlight with a bright orange glare that could be mistaken for fire.
"This be Luck-Bringer. She's always brought me the luck of Vergadain, so I want to repay her with some proper attention. I'm willin' to pay good coin to have one o you wigglers enchant my silver-babe here with some magicks. Any takers? Any ideas?
I'm acceptin any ideas and proposals fer this… My ears, and soon my coin purse, are open."
((PM me if you have any interest, ideas, etc))
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_Rumor has it that the Chancellor himself beat some Peltarch elf senseless at the town center recently.
Reports are varied, but some say that the elf approached the Chancellor with complaints about the Militia Commander and something about a jailed paladin.
Others say that Dwin was insulted after something to do with an omelet and broken eggs, but most agree that the stories have been confused in some way._
Devlin laughs hysterically when he hears the story, and only comments… "What a waste of perfectly good eggs!"
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Early one morning, Danika was seen helping Mord in through the south gates and up the hill into Norwick. Both were covered in a great deal of blood. Though Danika appeared hurt the most, Mord seemed unusually weak as his trembling hands gripped his bow for support as a walking stick. The younger woman insistently dragged the military advisor to the infirmary, where the two remained for some time. Both had the look of having seen something troubling and unresolved out in the woods.
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_Rumor has it that the Chancellor himself beat some Peltarch elf senseless at the town center recently.
Reports are varied, but some say that the elf approached the Chancellor with complaints about the Militia Commander and something about a jailed paladin.
Others say that Dwin was insulted after something to do with an omelet and broken eggs, but most agree that the stories have been confused in some way._
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Word around town is that the Elf, who's name nobody can pronounce, was a real contender during the Fight Night archery contest - this wouldn't be an interesting story, except for the fact that he was competing with a crossbow - and in the likeness of that Gnomish Ludo fellow. As far as anyone has said, all but his first and second last shots were direct bullseyes! And was only knocked out of the tourney by Yana, who scored three Bullseyes in a row - beating the other Elf with the funny name by 'a' point.
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A dwarven voice replies that a crusade usually ends in suicide and says no more.
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Word starts trickling trough Peltarch, and then down the pass to Norwick, that a gathering is being called in the Lucky Ferret Inn in Peltarch soon, where everyone who wants to join… well, some call it a crusade, some call it a battle, others call it suicide... is invited to discuss battle plans. Whatever it may be, the cause seem to be the capture of the fort Ormpur from the undead.
((Meeting is planned next Sunday, August 30 to start around 3 PM GMT))
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_Foilir can be seen speaking privately with each Gold Cloak as well as the dwarven guards from the hold. The conversations are respectful and polite, with the armored dwarf handing over their rations, as well as boosting their morale.
The dark armored dwarf also takes note of any concerns they have and nodes pensively, attentively taking their names and ranks and committing them to his indelible memory.
After a short conversation with each, he makes his way to the next group._
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This month's fight night passed fairly uneventfully. As the wind blew from the west, townsfolk who passed by the south gate remarked on the rank odor coming from the Norwick jail. A few merchants and non-farming folk held their noses and commented on what could possibly cause such a stench. After a short time, guardsman Probie was seen with mop and bucket outside the barracks.
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_A group of three came through Norwick. The group consisted of a white-haired Peltarchian senator and two defenders, whom were heavily armored and one was wearing a… helmet. The three looked set on something, and left Norwick, heading south. They returned sometime later, looking battered and bruised, though fine nontheless.
Whatever could these Peltarch officials be doing around Norwick?_
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Tregan has been seen at the southern most gate in Norwick all through out the entire night, keeping a very keen eye out for undead and drow.
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The elven Scout Elilian is seen walking towards the barracks with her two little children. Elilian seems to be paranoid, keeping her children quite close to her. Often she is seen glancing at the sky with a slightly worried look on her face.
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The south gate was attacked by shadows, lead by a greater shadowy creature. The group of adventurers of many sorts was able to stop the attack. After the attack, a half-orc, known as Sgruud can be heard boasting by the fire how his mighty swing of enchanted sword was a final nail in to the coffin of the biggest of the shadow creatures.
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_Strong words are passed between two dwarves and a felon "questionably" released and a Peltarchian Senator.
The felon, who for some reason did not pay her fine and was released early, began throwing around accusations of ghouls and undead in the cells.
The Peltarchian Senator seized on the story and with every word out of his mouth ending in a question, peppered the Chancellor and the town Rornsaman with his endless, mindless, pointless and unfounded inquiries.
The dark armored dwarf as in no mood for the endless babble, and went to check the cells himself. Shortly he returned finding nothing, no smell of undead and all the doors appropriately locked.
The Senator and Chancellor were informed of this fact. The dark armored dwarf also offered the information to the Senator, that he was no longer in Peltarch and his words and inquiries held no weight.
But the two dwarves did muse aloud how many times they had lived this same scene, the only actor that was different was the Peltarchian official. The laugh at how every so often, some official from "The Jewel" strolls down to the hamlet of Norwick to help the "simple people" do things the right way, whether it be enforce the laws, hold proper elections, or other nonsense. Every time the people of Norwick have rebuffed the unsolicited help..
The dwarves laugh and drink ales at the memories… But they do take note how easily the Peltarchian Senator took sides with a felon as opposed the Chancellor._
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_Apparentely a fight was seen around the Norwick campfire very recently. Insults flew between a Kelemvorite Damaran and a Damaran mage with a pixie, which resulted in the Kelemvorite punching the mage. The mage apparentely got back and sent a magical ball of electricity at the Kelemvorite, almost killing many people including himself. At this point, Davos and Tregan took action and took them off to jail.
A day later, the Kelemvorite is seen leaving, looking very angry._
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Meanwhile, his grumbling cousin can be seen making his way to the fire, looking up.
As he passes the fire he tosses in 10 small green twigs. The smell from whatever he has tossed in doesn't smell quite right.
Me mutters that if he runs into a greenskin that refers to himself as s 'Robin' he is going to personally slaughter all the mentally deranged greenskins he can find.
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An odd rumor is spreading, so odd that its almost comic…
Apparently the Chancellor was seen flying over the Realm towards the Great Hall with a large pair of… bat-wings on his back. Though it was dark and hard to see, a recognizable dwarven "giggling" is said to have filled the air…
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Lately, the streets of Norwick have been strangely absent of Old Ale bottles and empty steins.
Residents have been able to walk through the streets without bumping into a drunken slumbering form.
However, some travelling Merchants tell of wild parties happening in Peltarch; that mysteriously relocate before the Guards can find them…
