Whispers at the Fire
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- A group of adeventurers of Wog, Linn, Aelthas, Raul, Raman, Elena, Theaon return to Norwick after heaidng to the crypts, they come back carrying five dead bodies, including that of a child…...*
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hearing of craftmaster Z's appearance in town, Stubs seeks him out to ask him some questions about fashioning an 'axe' of sorts
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A large group of people were seen wandering through to woods the other night, all seeming to culminate their journey at the druid glenn. They came in twos and threes and sometimes on their own, but all eventually entered the druid sanctuary. Later, anyone who entered looking for them would find no one there but the guardians and the fey.
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_Two persons who seem to be stuck in the middle of everyday weather discussions of common folk, Aurilian priestess Meye and Chancellor, were seen heading into rawlins woods together.
After only an hour had passed since the two left, they returned. Both seemingly in good mood._
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In stark defiance to the foul weather that has plagued Norwick of late, the Chauntean priest and farmer known simply as "Z" is seen plowing his long fallowed fields and planting crops.
Need ta lead by example… He whispers, quietly, to himself.
///RL has kept me very busy and I've been MIA from Narfell for quite a while. My playing time will continue to be inconsistent, but ICly Z will do everything he can to help with the current "foul weather" plot.
Z
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Rumor spreads that two peltarch defenders anihilated a group of goblins which were in posesion of lot of food resourcers and who were possibly trying to poison the towns water. Seemengly, one of them, a small hin, gave all that food to the vendor charging him nothing for it
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Buurbag sits in a dark corner alone with her drink. Upon hearing the comotion she slips, unseen, towards the door and listens. Once the brewing storm calms, she walks back to her table tirumphantly. As she takes her place at the table she growls low in orcish, "Fat, stupid, Grak is making trouble for the clan. Perhaps his time runs out." She then finishes her drink and heads upstairs where she gets a good night's sleep on a nice comfortable bed.
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Arak´Hur narrows his eyes looking Grigdish, the Inn´s bouncer
O> Yee dissapoint me… yuh shuuld take part of us broders side....
looks at Marie Koncider yer self kucky am nae goin´t ask fer da komplaints book... points finger at Marie
He then turns his back and adresses his clan brothers
O> Komm boys, ´ets uz quench us thirst elswhere!! Der be mawr beter brothels in tiss lands than this cheap wuhn!!
´Ets goo!!! motions to the river boat area and the Iron Chain Clan half-orcs start walking that way
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Grigdish, the female half-orc bouncer bars their entrance until Marie comes downstairs, a frustrated look on her face.
You can bellow all you like, this is private property and we can bar whoever we choose from our inn. Grak brought danger here, danger in the form of assault and magical coersion, and because of his actions, your entire group is barred. If you have issue with that, take it up with him and his lack of self control.
If you want to persist, the redcloaks will be sent for. Your coin is NOT welcome here.
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@d89d91dd16=rei_jin:
_Any member of the Iron Chain Clan who tries to enter the Grapevine is politely but firmly advised that they are not welcome on the premises.
If asked when this rule was passed, they are advised that after one of their members, Grak, tried to assault an innocent in the common room, that the Guardian of the Sisterhood issued the order._
Arak´Hur, Leader of the Iron Chain Clan shows an indignant expression on his face, a strong displeasure at something considered by him unjust, offensive, and insulting
THIS BE AN OUTRAGE!!!! Arak´Hur Bellows
How dair yee to bar us deh entruhns to deh inn ? Arak´Hur Fronts
Me an m´boys we wish to quench our mighty thirsty ahfter a lawng an hardous puhtrul!!
Move aside, we bes very thirsty and we got coin to pay fer us ale!!!
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_Any member of the Iron Chain Clan who tries to enter the Grapevine is politely but firmly advised that they are not welcome on the premises.
If asked when this rule was passed, they are advised that after one of their members, Grak, tried to assault an innocent in the common room, that the Guardian of the Sisterhood issued the order._
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After the Patrol was over, the group of Half-Orcs have been seen entering Norwick once again after a sucessfull patrol, however one of the half orcs of his name Borag, was badly wounded and his back was showing evidence that he had been punished for he shown marks of whip lashes all over his back… Ahead of him the leader of the Iron Chain Clan, Arak´Hur was holding a whip that was still dripping blood.....
Some time later Borag is seen at the inn drinking himself stupid by the fire. Loud cursing is heard in orchish every once in a while. Graks name can be heard in the curses a few times. Finally Borag passes out on the couch.
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*Once more some of the Iron Chain Clan half-orcs, Arak´Hur, Grakk, Vugar, Borag and Goll, have been seen leaving Norwick to perform yet again another Patrol, this time the group of vicious half-orcs were followed closely by one of Norwicks Elf Scouts of his name Yngdir. The presence of the sneaky and nousy elf was tolerated by the ICC as he wasnt seen by the half-orcs group as a threat.
Anything that stood in front of the Iron Chain Clan, was eliminated… Goblins, undead, shadows, rats.... nothing was left standing.
Soon enough, the group of half-orcs arrived at the small cave next to Norwick´s lake. Watched closely by Yngdir, the group of half orc made their way in, and like they have done for the past few weeks, the cave was cleared by the halfers and as usualy nothing was left alive inside that small cave, every living creature met its end at the hands of the vicious and agressive group of blood thirsty half-orcs simply known has The Iron Chain Clan.After the Patrol was over, the group of Half-Orcs have been seen entering Norwick once again after a sucessfull patrol, however one of the half orcs of his name Borag, was badly wounded and his back was showing evidence that he had been punished for he shown marks of whip lashes all over his back... Ahead of him the leader of the Iron Chain Clan, Arak´Hur was holding a whip that was still dripping blood.....*
@3c6df77fd4=SickFish:
A thich tall man can often be seen at the side of the white robed figure. A Loud thick figure, often muttering about cowardly orcs.
The muttering man was ignored simply due to the insignificance of his human race, at the eyes of the Iron Chain Clan…. Besides, in the half-Orcs tradition, coward is he who doesnt have the heart and guts to speak his mind loud and clear for all to ear // :twisted:
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@c737c96a76=Orlak:
@c737c96a76=Black:
*The Iron Chain Clan half-orcs are seen, as they have been for the past few months, heading out on patrol. At their passage, nothing is left unarmed. Goblins, beetles and the fearfull undeads, all them fall before the savage half-orcs.
Onc they arrive at the south lake, once more as they have been seen, they make they´re way to that little cave. They enter the cave and slay whatever living creatures roam inside… Goblins, Rats, bats, and a big bear that uses the cave to hibernate.
A blue and white robed figure has been seen travelling to the cave right after the half-orcs of the Iron Chain Clan have returned from their patrols there. People that have visited the cave after that can see frost on the cave walls and the air unnaturally cold for some time.
A thich tall man can often be seen at the side of the white robed figure. A Loud thick figure, often muttering about cowardly orcs.
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@996464e214=Black:
*The Iron Chain Clan half-orcs are seen, as they have been for the past few months, heading out on patrol. At their passage, nothing is left unarmed. Goblins, beetles and the fearfull undeads, all them fall before the savage half-orcs.
Onc they arrive at the south lake, once more as they have been seen, they make they´re way to that little cave. They enter the cave and slay whatever living creatures roam inside… Goblins, Rats, bats, and a big bear that uses the cave to hibernate.
A blue and white robed figure has been seen travelling to the cave right after the half-orcs of the Iron Chain Clan have returned from their patrols there. People that have visited the cave after that can see frost on the cave walls and the air unnaturally cold for some time.
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Meye Spark is very often seen to be spending time in Norwick, making herself available to those who wish to contact her.
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*Arak´Hur was puffing on his corn cob pipe sitting next to some of his clan´s brothers, when all the commotion betwin the guards were at its highest moment.
Arak´Hur draws on his corn cob pipe and exhales a large roundish cloud of smoke. He squints his eyes and strokes his beard watching the guards get ready to leave*
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_Shortly after mid-day, the Chancellor arrives alone from the south gates and immediately instructs one of the red-cloaks to sound the meeting-horn.
Minutes later, the Chancellor is seen addressing a large number of red cloaks and going through some tactical orders. His experience as the Militia Commander long ago is coming alive in him once again.
He also sends a GoldCloaked guard north to rouse the Dwarves that have been assigned to guard duty in Norwick. Within the hour, they too have joined the formations.
All of the warriors are seen sharpening their blades, praying, and getting a good meal in before they set out, southward, in the afternoon.
The Chancellor himself carries the banner of Norwick at the head of this large, loud, distracting battle-force._
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On another particularly quiet day, after another quiet night at the Norwick gates - Yngdír had taken to the Misty Pond with his lonbow in hand. He had spent some of the early morning shaping an arrowhead, on one of his arrows - and giving the shaft of the arrow a few barbs with delicate carving.
The Sun was still low in the sky, and the sky was overcast. Still, there have been worse conditions for fishing, thought Yngdír.
The quiet, grey silhouette stood upon the eastern bank of the Misty Pond, it's namesake clearer as the day drew on. Under his favorite willow he stood, he kept an arrow nocked but would not draw the string. Silently, still, for time unknown he stood staring into the pool. This morning it seemed, the clouds relented - only in patches, and only in short breaks. In these breaks the dullness of the water was stolen away, and like an invisible light passing over - revealed to the fisherman his quarry. In the depths swam the fresh-water fish that few people even considered catching, it seemed.
But even then he waited, when it looked as though his chance at catching a fish had greatly increased. Yngdír stood, and he observed the brief illuminations of the deep. A statue. Grey Yngdír.
It was, perhaps, a few hours until he finally released his arrow. The sudden snap, and splash … the fish didn't seem to thrash around as some might expect, at least not for very long. To the untrained eye nothing had changed, so, why now? Yngdír isn't known to waste his energy on mere chance. It was an insect, falling from the long dangling 'cat-tails', along the drooping branches of his favoritw willow tree, that caused the fish to surface for just a moment. In this moment, the most advantageous of moments perhaps, he had taken the shot - and scored lunch.
The slow and liquid sound of disturbed water carried only a short distance through the windswept grassland beyond the bank as he tugged on the slim hempen cord that he'd attached to the arrow. Not strong enough to climb with, or bind anyone perhaps - but it made good string, and he could easily lash a bundle of arrows or firewood together for easier transport with it. Such was his knowledge of the uses of forest plants.
He returned to the south gates that day with just one fish, strung through the gills with his hempen lace.
Even as he had fished, and now as he ate - and relaxed in the quiet afternoon, he wondered at his longbow. This weapon, this tool that he was now bound to. "What is our purpose? What is the meaning?" he wondered into the evening, by himself, as the remains of a fish smoldered in the edge of the campfire.
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((Okay, whew, to jump in here:
There is CURRENTLY no famine in Norwick. People are not going to bed hungry, merchants have food to sell.
That this is so, is largely a result of efforts made by the town and Chauntea's servants, as Telli took steps to protect the fields against cold and Dwin took steps to lay in stockpiles of food.
Currently the main shortages are meats and dairy, as the weather has been extremely hard on herds and is hampering the ability of hunters to bring in game. But this isn't causing starvation, just making people grumble a bit at 'potatoes again???'
Now, if the weather keeps getting worse and things keep progressing the way they have been… there will be famine. When that happens, it willl be very apparent to everyone, because the townspeople will start fleeing north and/or rioting. But for the moment, there's enough food.))
