Whispers at the Fire
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Many onlookers witnessed a fiery airship zooming past Norwick and coming to rest(with some force) in the remnants of Old Jiyyd. Rumors of a group of adventurers braving the demons and devils to search the wreckage and seek survivors travels throughout. Some say a gnome calling himself Duthos was retrieved from the wreckage, and with it many odd inventions and items. Seems he also seeks to rebuild his airship and will be seeking adventurers to aid in its reconstruction.
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On one chilling ghostly night, from the depths of the horrifying barracks prison echos the terrifying death tune from some unknown and likely insane prisoner
Ol' rat stew, Ol' rat stew
Stings like a bee, smells like a shoe
Hope you like to chew, better cook it through
Pride of the cities, pride of the few
Chewy, chewy, chewy, ol' rat stew.Beggars rejoice, stew in the pot
Run on over, grab some while it's hot
Don't be picky, don't say "icky"
It's hearty and true, ol' rat stew.Some say it's the ghost of the serial killer beggar Ratty "The Rat" Killstone. Others say it's just some idiot.
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_::Rumours begin to grow about a lady rider in crimson and golden armor, with long hair golden as the Sun itself, riding by Norwick's South Gates at Dawnbreak, atop a the mightiest armored dire tiger ever seen.
The rumours say that the lady held a Stormhammer in one hand and a Lathanderite Mirrorshield in the other as her mount strode back from the forests roaring like a a rhino stampede.
It goes further as to mention that the lady and her trusty companion carried the blood and the hoard of the thousand and one bugbears that they had battled night and day.
Soon this duo formed by the mysterious lady and her formidable mount are adressed as The Glorious Tiger Rider. Some rumours even note that there is a tower with the same name near Ormpur, which is where they reside, prepared to strike in the heart of evil when the need arises::_
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FitzSqee of the High Road has struck again, robbing D'Cameron and Rupert in the Norwick Great Hall itself while most of the town's defenders were distracted by a gnoll raid on the northern gates. Rumor has it that they were found naked and locked in the old scout commander's office, and that the Herald is furious.
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((Metagod, it took me HOURS to go through all of that "junk" and to trash hundreds of hides! Don't expect to find any! Also there was a "lightning strike" to the PS database earlier this year that wiped out anything older than a year or so, –so not sure what you'll find in your locker... Good luck!))
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Cyrian looks over the barrow full of mostly junk
Wow did I really own all this stuff? umm. . .I hope theres a locker key in here, I dont want to carry all this around!
opens a box in the barrow that is stacked with hides, then opens another one stacked full of hides..
sigh
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The Chancellor is seen leaving the Great Hall with a large wheelbarrow filled with various clinking and clanking items. He heads past the fire and then northward, where he finds his old friend Cyrian Loreweaver wandering about near the lumberyard.
Cyrian, old lad… or should I say young lad? Hmmm, Cyrian Death-Cheater is perhaps what I'll call you now!
Well, as promised here's the rest of your belongings. Some I gave away as tokens of thanks or rewards to militia folk who had proved 'emselves worthy throughout the years. Your red cloak is in here too… so re-acquaint yourself with the barracks, I'll expect you to be on duty within the ten-day!
Wiping his hands after handing over the wheel barrow, Dwin heads back to the Great Hall.
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_Gina also expresses a curiosity in such a weapon, explaining that she's a weapon collector and would already be glad to learn more of the history of the blade - and if fate favor her, even make a bid on the weapon. But she's quick to point out that likely she cannot compete with the Chancelor in the amount of gold she can offer.
Nonetheless, she expresses a distinct interest in the story, and history of the blade._
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Dwin would also be interested in having both Rary and Yana view the weapon, then outbidding them.. whatever they offer…
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@e2d9b00d36=ArUlric:
An absurdly shiny, armoured gnomish figure clanked a knightly clank around Norwick. Don't get your hopes up too soon, grubby peasants, for 'tis no noble knight, come to deliver ye from your ails and foes. Nay, 'tis but one Perriwig P. Doubleday, Glittergold Knight Burlesque (2nd class). Perriwig gads about town for a while, showing all and sundry an ancient elvish longsword he has acquired from an ancient elven source after a roistering adventure. The gnome is looking for a buyer - whether a military soul looking for an elvish weapon - or an antiquary or a collector who fancies hanging the elegant looking blade over their fire. As yet, he's not tracked down a pointy-eared purchaser.
Yana would be interesting in viewing this weapon as well.
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@fe2537d797=ArUlric:
An absurdly shiny, armoured gnomish figure clanked a knightly clank around Norwick. Don't get your hopes up too soon, grubby peasants, for 'tis no noble knight, come to deliver ye from your ails and foes. Nay, 'tis but one Perriwig P. Doubleday, Glittergold Knight Burlesque (2nd class). Perriwig gads about town for a while, showing all and sundry an ancient elvish longsword he has acquired from an ancient elven source after a roistering adventure. The gnome is looking for a buyer - whether a military soul looking for an elvish weapon - or an antiquary or a collector who fancies hanging the elegant looking blade over their fire. As yet, he's not tracked down a pointy-eared purchaser.
_Aranwe has a long look at the sword and gives a nod then speaks…
Raryldor would probably be interested in this relic. If you are looking for a buyer or a good trade I would track him down. I will be sure to mention this to him when I see him next._
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An absurdly shiny, armoured gnomish figure clanked a knightly clank around Norwick. Don't get your hopes up too soon, grubby peasants, for 'tis no noble knight, come to deliver ye from your ails and foes. Nay, 'tis but one Perriwig P. Doubleday, Glittergold Knight Burlesque (2nd class). Perriwig gads about town for a while, showing all and sundry an ancient elvish longsword he has acquired from an ancient elven source after a roistering adventure. The gnome is looking for a buyer - whether a military soul looking for an elvish weapon - or an antiquary or a collector who fancies hanging the elegant looking blade over their fire. As yet, he's not tracked down a pointy-eared purchaser.
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*An uncharacteristically angry Z storms through town while heading north towards his farm. :x
Tucked under is arm is a large hide with what looks like a "Z" (or maybe it's an "N" :? ) branded on it. :evil:
To the astute observer it appears to be…a cow hide, perhaps?* :pissed:
Grumble, grumble…best milk...mumble, mumble…idiot...grumble, grumble…pay for...mumble, mumble…
:fork:
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In the inn, there is a room.
In the room, there are several passed out forms in various stages of entanglement.
On those people… are carefully placed sheets and blankets, to preserve everyone's modesty, even if they purposely misplaced it, or haven't had it for a while!
On the man's wrist... there's apparently some kind of binding that matches the other end of a piece tied to the bed. It's been cut from the bed, and inside it is tucked a small note. He knows what it says.
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Rain can be seen on the outer structure near the gates carving and cleaning the rotting flesh off a newly severed head she had acquired a few days ago with gina. Also tied to her belt are several skulls both human and.. beast? that have been strung together, why she carries around such macabre accessories? who knows?
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A very young version of the late militia lieutenant, Cyrian Loreweaver, is seen wandering through town. He seems to know his way around though he doesn't seem to make any effort to go anywhere specifically
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After hanging around the south fire for a couple nights, meeting some new locals and chatting about long forgotten adventures, Cyrian heads to the town hall apparently looking for records of his death, anyone who inquires is told that he was curious to the length of his absence.
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The ground shook and dinner tables across Norwick rattled. The wise took their supper in their cellars that evening. The foolish stepped outside to find Benji and Ronan attempting to put one bag of holding inside another.
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The common folk of Norwick are rendered deeply disgruntled by the news that one of their favorite entertainments, a public hanging, will not be occuring due to the daring daylight escape of FitzSqee from the Norwick Jail. The swashbuckling greenskin apparently knocked out the guard sent to fetch him, disguised himself, and snuck out the gates despite a search.
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The dwarven hold recived a strange knocking in the middle of the night, on the far side heading into the underdark through the rural tunnels a knocking was heard on the far side of the vault doors. And a small camp was made just outside yet no other inclination fo who was there was present
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Vanderkaus has been seen venturing into the Rawlings a lot.
He usually leaves during the mid of the day and returns at the begging of the night.Altough his packs look full of logs, his look is somewhat concerned.
On rare occasions, he maybe spoted reading some pieces of paper over and over, as if trying to memorize what s on them.
