Tavern Rumors of Peltarch
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From the Second book of Ishmael, verses 23-24…
_23. And lo, on the fifth day of Sabre's confinement of the rock, that was a rock i'th' midst of the Icelace, a dwarven sailor of her acquaintance did take a coracle, and row, and went unto the forlorn mermaid, rebuffing the waves. And before going unto that place, she did gather stones together of all sizes, the stones that skip and stones like unto a large turnip, that sprouteth not, and bruiseth the flesh of man with mighty impact.
24. And in that place, the dwarf, who loved kindness not, having settled her small boat in range of the forlorn sailoress on the rocks, who was not a virgin, did with gleeful malice like unto a fiend of hell, fling the stones at the settled mermaid and the waters by her. Mighty ploppings sounded. And great was the mirth, in the bosom of the unmerciful Mercy…_
After four long days, shivering in the Icelace, her voice like sandpapering a kitten, the mermaid's fortunes shift with the approach of a small, bobbing craft in the water. Settling a fling's distance away from the clam-titted sea-strumpet, the boat's occupant releases a hullabaloo of hoots and darting specks of some flung airborne missiles, the lithe, trouted rock-occupant looking to be slithering about frantically to avoid her cruel pelter.
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A much thinner, paler, and generally poorly looking Marie Scuttlestone has been seen in Peltarch after a month long absence… apparently she was out in the wilderness for some reason. Her face shows a grim determination though, as she searches the city high and low for her husband to be.
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Taking pity on the poor shivering mer-creature, Terren dutifully has himself rowed out by a local sailor, after paying a reasonable tip of course, to chant a spell of protection from elements on the mollusk-enshrouded female. Whether this is true pity or merely an excuse to get a closer look at her bust remain up for debate; however, it is rumored Terren prepares many more clairvoyance spells for that week.
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_Bending an ear to the outrageous rumours concerning this "Mermaid of the Icelace", oral historian, gastrognome and all-round dandy Perriwig P. Doubleday saunters to the wharf to eye for himself, certain that the miraculous, fey creature dockhands boasted over was simply a bit of seaweed snagged on some exotic flotsam, tossed from the boat of some sinister trader. He is agog when he is living witness to the sight, rummaging about for a telescope better to view the curves and bends of this mermaid.
Laying hold on one, he trains it on the rock, only for his wide eyes to widen and his mouth to dangle open. Confiding in a nearby character, the gnome asks…_
"I say, I do believe that mermaid has had work done on her roots! Can be believe it? That is no colour known in nature. Marine vanity, alive and admiring its reflection, down in the briny deeps. What a find! The face seems somehow familiar… mmmhmm. And she seems to have some sort of mange afflicting her flippers. Perhaps we should send some brave mariner out to rub ointment into her! Or perhaps codliver oil may be more appropriate…"
"Any volunteers?"
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_A curious phenomenon can be observed over the course of a full week along the waterfront of the Peltarch harbour, as a shrieking cacophany of sound, almost resembling song, can be heard drifting across the waves. Keen-eyed observers might soon spot the source of the abysmal sound far off in the icy waters of the bay - a small fish-tailed figure seated on a rock. Should any interested party examine this mystery mermaid more closely, for instance by sneaking a sly investigatory glance through a spyglass, they would likely spot several oddities in her appearance: the fishtail itself, on close inspection, appears splotchy as if made up of a patchwork of different fishskins, and the raggedly blonde-curled mermaid seems to be outfitted with a rediculously oversized clam shell brazier, hanging loosely on her slim, shivering frame.
From dawn to dusk, the little mermaid stays firmly seated on her rock, though her voice seems to grow more hoarse and faint as the week progresses - doubtless to many a seaman's relief._
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Over the past few weeks Senator Marty has been working furiously toward getting Ashald park ready for the wedding. She has the help of a handful of druids as well as a few muscly folk.
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A certain red headed hin hasn't been seen in town for quite a while, rumour has it she's disappeared into the wilderness… most unusual behaviour for one about to be wed.
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//just thought it was cool.
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Several guards on the walls and several very surprised fishermen and sailors swear to all the gods that they saw what appeared to be supernaturally fast horses with riders blast past the walls of Peltarch and across the Icelace Lake, travelling so quickly that they kicked up walls of water behind them! Of course, no one takes these tales all that seriously…horses can't run across the water and certainly not across the Icelace.
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Peltarch is abuzz with the news that Sergeant Benji confessed is love for Marie not much more than a few months before her wedding.
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There was an unusual scene in the commons earlier tonight… a pair of hins talked for a time in low tones, then something was said that changed the mood drastically... both gentle and harsh words were then spoken, and the talk ended with the gifting of an amulet, a kiss on the cheek, tears, and a very fast exit for one of them.
The other one spends the rest of the week staring down a glass of ale in the Mermaid while idly scribbling on a piece of paper.
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There was an unusual scene in the commons earlier tonight… a pair of hins talked for a time in low tones, then something was said that changed the mood drastically... both gentle and harsh words were then spoken, and the talk ended with the gifting of an amulet, a kiss on the cheek, tears, and a very fast exit for one of them.
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half-orcs Grak and Gruul Korgak were seen hauling bulking sacks from orc infested farmlands. Shortly after haggling with merhants these two croocks descent into the sewers, emerging shortly after with Grak having a sour face
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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.
