Tavern Rumors of Peltarch
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Over the last few days, many who frequent the Temple of the Triad have noticed the Helmite Draihken in silent prayer to his god. It is sometimes over heard that he is seeking entry once more into the Temple of Helm and seems to be asking his god for direction
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Benji runs through Peltarch with a half determined, half bewildered look on his face. He politely asks if anyone has seen Miss Marie Scuttlestone as he needs to talk to her urgently.
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Rumours buzz around that Elidur, that wacky (possibly fruity) Bard, has been sporting incredibly tight pants. Furthermore, it is widely whispered that despite popular belief, these are in fact not the pants in which he keeps his candy.
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Undead attacked the city of Peltarch recently. The first wave was Animated Orc zombies who were led by some sort of Orc Arcanist. The second wave of undead were what appeared to be Drowned Sailors. The second wave managed to kill off a few guards, the horde was eventually pushed back, but none present were sure why or whom had summoned the undead
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Rumors of an the return of the Helmite Watcher Draihken begin surfacing throughout the Peltarch drinking establishments after sightings of the former Banite were seen entering the Temple, it is rumored that he has returned to finish a quest
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when Marty hears that someone is upset by the gathering of hides
I'm honestly touched that someone is concerned about nature enough to speak out! A blessing! Please be sure that the creatures killed are carnivores that needed to be kulled in order to maintain a the balance. As a gerenal rule I dont use deer hides or the hides of other animals whos numbers need to be maintained.
Also keep in mind that quarrying stone is sometimes more harmful to nature than hunting.
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A certain enthousiasm may be felt in the city as the Bardic College is expected to be more active again, with the return of master Gaerielle Silmarry.
Interrogations remain regarding her years-long absence, especially since the ones who have seen her since noticed she doesn't seem to have aged.
Rumors speak of Gaerielle coming out of the sewers in the docks district, apparently rescued by a group of elves and a dwarf. Some even say they heard them speaking of duergars and petrification.
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Sedea responds to the naysayers with every ounce of civility she possesses, which really isn't much at all.
Probably cause ya whiny tree-humpers ain't got more sense than two porcupines in love. Who gives a rats ass if ya bash in little bunny fufu's wee little noggin? Not I, says I! Hells, I say we start using rats asses as currency, maybe we'll even get rid o' tha little mooches then.
Ooooooh no, it just be Beshaba's bosom if we had folks havin someplace ta live, ooooh! Maybe we can give them somethin ta eat too? huh, I wonder what they like, maybe all that meat from tha adorable bunnies and kittens we just killed? Nay, people don't like that. They only eat nuts and …..hells, what do tha tree-humpers eat besides nuts?
Anyways, where was I? Ah yeah, I got a present fer folks myself. Took me awhile ta make it, but it be real special, kid friendly e'en!
She very lovingly takes out a large jar from her pack, inside is a baby kitten drowned in honey, a broad grin on Sedea's face. Obviously getting pleasure out of displaying the sick joke.
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Senator Marty was seen spotted in the commons rounding up help for a Sisterhood leather gathering expedition. Apparently the Sisterhood has plans to make a large number of tents. Some of her contacts in the Legion and the Circle were there to help out.
Tents for what?
Elf Davanros lets out a sigh
"why do local animals bear the brunt of this madness? Surely you city-dwellers have enough stone for building material and senator among you who should have direct access to city treasury, so I fail to see reasoning why innocent animals are to be flayed.
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_Perriwig waggishly explains to the wineperchers loitering about the more upmarket bars of Peltarch that the "Sisterhood leather gear" drive, as he styles it, is actually a cunning commercial ruse, predicated on the physical grossness of Damarran women. Under the pretence of tent-construction, the Waukeenly-thirsty Sisters are stitching vast leathery love costumes for the bonny blimps of Damarra to vivify their male companions.
With a confiding wink and a forward lead, Doubleday lets drop the even more secret scoop. Apparently, the Rt Honourable Senator Marty is running the whole scheme as a dramatic bluff to conceal the costume she is having constructed for herself, which includes a crotchless red-leather devil outfit replete with pointy tail and a pair of jaggy wee horns to crown the piece.
As a social conservative himself, after outlinging this lurid plot, Perriwig shakes his head grimly and mutters "Shocking, isn't it?"_
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Senator Marty was seen spotted in the commons rounding up help for a Sisterhood leather gathering expedition. Apparently the Sisterhood has plans to make a large number of tents. Some of her contacts in the Legion and the Circle were there to help out.
Tents for what?
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A pair of hins were seen canoodling in the commons, and talking quietly between themselves about plans for a big date. Seems that a wedding might be coming up soon…
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_Rumour has it that Marie Scuttlestone of the Sisterhood has been asking around in the docks district regarding the state of business of the local inns, taverns, and bars.
Seems that the Sisterhood is looking to purchase a premises to base their work in, here in the Jewel of the Icelace._
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Raman hears of the call from the priestess of Auril. He contacts a few others, making sure, that the message is received and then hastily leaves for Norwick.
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Word is spread in the city, that Norwick is building a shrine of Auril and that all Aurilians in nearby regions should immediately arrive to the town of Norwick and contact Frostmaiden's representative in Narfell, priestess Meye Spark.
Apparently She claims of having personal mandate from the Frostmaiden to arrange such a calling.
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Another streak of inordinately cold weather seems to touch the city, a freezing snowstorm that comes just as swiftly as it passes. Scattered rumours speak of a great wolf-shape being visible in the drift of snowflakes, while others claim this a trick of the mind, the eyes, or just pure nonsense. Something seems to have sent a group of guards scurrying to the Bardic College though, and more than one citizen may have heard the sorrowful howling of a lone wolf before the storm faded.
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_Word quickly spreads from City Hall to the ears of interested merchants and traders that the Senate has narrowly voted to maintain its trade agreement with the City of Oscura, to the consternation of its critics and the approval of those making a tidy profit out of the arrangement with them.
In other rumours, despite the ongoing and reportedly successful series of meetings at City Hall between the Senate and the Chancellor of Norwick, word on the streets themselves is that Lord Dolvak is not long for this world, and that his beleaguered realm cannot possibly stand against the bugbear warlord Ostromog for much longer. Prior to the Chancellor's visit, few citizens could even tell you who or what Ostromog was, but it seems interest in Norwick's plight has increased as of late for some reason._
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vague rumors of unknown origin claim that no threat, in comparison to 'a raising evil' from the rawlin's, are worthy of mentioning. No one knows what exactly is at play here, but supposedly it's neither goblins or bugbears work
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***Well-known loudmouth Grak was in commons, sharing his views with all elves present. Rumors say that elven ears were bristling red due Grak's ill-mannered behaviour.
Talking might have ended in blows unless for some dark clad person joining the crowd. After brief downtalking with this stranger, they actually found mutual understanding as both were trademen. After brief examination of some leathergoods, stranger gave large pouch which immediately disappeared within Graks chainmail. Stranger was rumored to be eager to continue trading as obviously Graks items were in demand. However before being able to haggle price of some wooden staves, Grak abrudly left***
//had to instalog,sorry
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An armed procession of Red Falcons from Oscura were seen, with an Oscuran Wizard at the front, carrying a large box to just outside the Temple of the Triad. There, the box was passed silently to a mysterious figure, then each went their own way.
