Rumors heard throughout Oscura.
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Rumors out of the Grim Bottle are heard in the Banshee and Shiny Coppers of late, apparently Darey Marshby has been seeking folks to bring him in refined Steel and Iron Ingots, rumors are hes paying for them. Reasons for the request are a bit vague, but when has anyone known a wizard to make sense.
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_Cray has been Staying within Oscura the past week. He has been seen wandering about the various caverns with a scratch pad in hand. Often Cray is looking run down, but seems in normal spirits.
If anyone glances to the pad, it appears Cray is drawing pictures of the underdark itself. If anyone inquires as to why he hasn't been venturing out to the surface; Cray replies he has business deals to attend to here in Oscura, as well as working on the map of the underdark for the library._
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Lacey can be seen entering the Oscuran monastery. When she gets out, she looks exhausted and takes rest at the inn, only to be back at the monastary the next day. Rumor says that maybe she's aiming to become a peacekeeper, or maybe she's just training…
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Rumors are whispered throughout the various taverns in Oscura and amongst the guards that two Peacekeepers have been discharged from the service of Oscura.
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It is rumoured that Zazamoukh II is eager to get his hands on an enchanted weapon. Apparently, tired of being defenceless against undead, he is willing to pay a good price for such a weapon - particularly a spear.
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Duke Istvan Darkhaven, has been seen at the Brawling Bodak a lot as of late, it seems he is planning something spectacular, centered around combative sport and tests of strength. Some rumors have him speaking with slavers and even bringing in Beast Masters, a few cages draped in secrecy have been seen making their way into Oscura as of late. One can only of course speculate on what his intentions are.
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Young Sigismund Locke, son of Ferdinand Locke, has been seen spending a good deal of time in Oscura of late, apparently having sworn his oath to the city.
Despite the obvious danger, he spends a good deal of time around the docks, taking a keen interest in the various trading costers operating there.
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A dark skinned silver haired elf is seen frequenting the inns of Oscura. He says little and seems content to sit quietly drinking his ale. He does tend to only frequent the busier establishments.
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A small group of Zhentarim are seen entering and exiting the Mithril Mug. Word on the street is they had a meeting in regards to something of great importance.
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The Shadovar have seemingly dissappeared from Oscura overnight, few traces remain and little explanation is given to the public on their whereabouts. Could they be gone? Or do they simply hide within the shadows?
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_A party is seen talking to a mind flayer in the copper's main hall, Magic is sewn and they are whisked away. Soon afterwards, that party is seen leaving the Mithril Mug bearing many treasures.
Later, the Dread Bardess is seen wandering oscura's halls, her fingers dancing across the bridge of her fiddle as a delicate arm works its bow, the shrill notes of the macabre song cry out through the underground vaults, A miasma of sorrow and misery settling in her wake_
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*Vladimir, Quelcoth and gibbs it is rumoured hunted down an Osucran traitor to Mintas.
The rumours were confirmed when they returned with the head clutched by Gibbs.
On another note, rumours are that Vladimir has taken to watching the battlements, some say he is looking out for angry surfacers, others say he is simply bored, who knows?*
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As her crimson boots click together, the Dirge Bardess begins her dancing steps as she glides gracefully through the underground halls of oscura. Her steps carry her to the coppers gently and she slips in behind another patron as they open the door, her macabre dance ending as the door behind her shuts. Looking out over the patrons, her gaze settles on the netherese and the slightest hint of a smile crosses her lips and she parts her lips to sing gently. the notes cry out through the coppers, her unnatural misama of sorrow ever present as she moves again to some unknown beat in her head, her song seeming to tug at the happieness of any listening, but for once.. there are some who might not find her music unnatural and repulsive, for once, she feels as if she's singing for an audience that is truly listeing.
// The presence of Undead is allways Wonderfull for a Dirgesinger
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Rumors spread that Creg Fester and Teresa Kyzanos are now engaged to be wed, after several months of quiate courtship. Few have seen the ring on her finger as of yet.
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A large contingent of Shadovar merchants and warriors arrives through the gates of Oscura. They head to the makeshift accomodations granted to them and their merchants prepare to trade goods with Oscuran merchants and inhabitants.
//Keep an eye out for Netherese traders//
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A man suddenly comes crashing through the door of the Oscura's Shiny coppers with sword drawn. He eagerly scans the crowd but appears not to find the man he was looking for. As he sheathes his sword the man turns and leave with the whispering of a curse visible only on his lips
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A score or so of shadowy figures march into Oscura and head through the gates and are seemingly directed by nervous looking Guardsman to the audience chamber of the Tribunal.
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Upon hearing the news of the dead man Cray purses his lips, with the corners of his mouth curled upward slighty, as though Cray has some sort of distain for the Mulhorandi.
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The corpse of a Mulhorandi man was found outside the Raven Rift near the surface. The man was obviously killed by sword wounds - likely from a hand-and-a-half blade. He had no possessions on him other than a ruined armor and a shield. As it seems the man was not blooded, the guard give little care as to an investigation.
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The Selunite Aelthas can be seen the past few nights to be enjoying the Coppers. Nothing more then a goblet of rothe milk in his hand, he simply sits against one of the walls, in plain brown clothing, not the usual bright pink. He speaks to no one unless spoken to first, with the exception of the bartender or a waitress when ordering his drinks, just staring off at the wall most times, his long blonde hair now streaked with grey at the temples, the corners of his eyes creased as if his age is finally getting to him.
