Tavern Rumors of Peltarch
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Chea is often seen in the temple of Selune again.
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An odd sight was seen in Peltarch, the prominent bard Val Kyrie giving a piggyback ride to a young boy through the streets of the commerce district before heading into the College. Of all people, she was accompanied by a Norwick Redcloak.
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The talk of the town is Senator Mariston Thel. He not only broke Sir Rath Ashald-Jorinsens joust streak, he won all three trophys! Doesn't matter where you are in Peltarch, people are talking about it non-stop!
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_In the past months, dockside rumours may have mentioned that the joke of the ever shipless captain Sabre Seesaw has perhaps finally run it's course. A sleek and swift vessel bearing the name "The Raven" seems to indeed take up much of the captain's time and care, though oddly enough it doesn't fly the black and gold colours she herself sports. Instead, the crew are clad in black, grey and silver. The ship itself flies a flag in the same colours, a raven spreading it's dark wings across a backdrop of stormy grey, crossed by a silver lightning bolt.
More recently, it would appear The Raven has decided to fly further than her usual short sweeps across the Icelace, and the captain's face is not seen in any of her usual haunts for weeks on end._
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Sirion's seen around town, without his bleeding scream stick. Rumor is Senator Thel sundered it after an epic fight that scarred the tourney grounds, and once defeated, the golden elf mage was forced to repair the grounds, which he did so with the aid of an army of evil shadows…which prompted another epic fight, and maybe explains the elf's dour attit...oh wait he always looks like that.
Then he heads straight for the morgue.
Drunks are so cute.
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Cecil is about, back and forth between Norwick and Peltarch, it seems. In Norwick, he is usually at the south gate, in Peltarch, the commons.
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Sirion seriously seeks Cecil, then strolls un-surreptitiously straightly to the Cerulean's station.
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_Rumors spread that local family was murdered in their house at residential district. Some also say that four Norwickians were arrested on the place of crime and taken to the Gaol for interrogations and only three of them were released.
Others claim that they heard that all were released and the murderer is still on loose._
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A young female adventurer returned from the kobold-infested wetlands south of Peltarch, hefting a bloodied backpack which was promptly delivered to the guards. The rightful owner of the bag may claim it from the authorities, if an accurate description of it's contents can be provided.
//Frances Darkhaven's belongings are held in DM storage thanks to the timely assistance of Syied, contact a DM to get 'em back!
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While an ragged adventuring party limping into town is not in itself a gossip-worthy topic, the addition of a heavily bleeding, armless hin is sure to cause a few raised eyebrows amongst even the most callous of vendors at the Peltarch marketplace. The magic word 'treasure' soon had a certain Captain Seesaw offering her professional services, eyes agleam - and hands full of rum, to sweeten the deal.
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A group of eight intrepid adventurers set out from the Peltarch Docks and return a tenday later, with ore and smiles in tow. Rumour soon emerges of an island full of undead, traps, undead, ore, and more undead.
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A hin woman with a friendly smile in a matching blue robe and bonnet strolls the area between the commons and the theater humming or softly singing an old familiar tune.
Here ye folks, come one and all, of a great man this one sings..
Everyman should know his worth, and the good joy that he brings.
It's time for every man and wife, each boy and girl be called,
So they can hear the greatness of a man named Rath Ashald.
Always true, always wise, his leadership is strong.
So listen clear, and know ye well, the subject of this song.
Never once has Peltarch seen a man so great as he.
Always helping those in need, such generosity!
Keep well the knowledge of this song, be always ye enthralled.
Everything is better when it's done by Rath Ashald!Anyone unfamiliar with the song that inquires will get only an impish grin and wink, and the remark that it is merely the song of the raven, before she strolls off again.
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_One commoner jokes,
"Naw, loike a cougar! HAHAHA!"_
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@46f2fdacd8=Syiedthebard:
It is said that Peltarch Defenders spotted a Hag in the Giantspire foothills. There are also reports of increasing numbers of large cats in the area. Anybody traveling there should be careful.
A drunken stubs wanders around, upon hearing this he spouts:
Wat…...loik un' puma?
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It is said that Peltarch Defenders spotted a Hag in the Giantspire foothills. There are also reports of increasing numbers of large cats in the area. Anybody traveling there should be careful.
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Upon seeing Aristos with an unusual book which she does not have in her collection, Val Kyrie seeks him out to buy it from him.
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Aristos leisurely flips through a large tome titled "Badgers and Their Queer Ways" and wonders if they will actually pay him more for his "critical" role in the defense of the Jewel after hearing of the possible increase in pay…
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Several recruiters hand flyers out around the city. It seems theres a recruitment drive going for the Defenders, Guards and all the sub-branches within. A monthly salary seems to be offered as well as training.
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_Although the city has been quiet of late for the most part, the general mood around the districts seems to have picked up. Many of the current troubles, including the ever present threat of Highhold and that of the Hoarrans in the Pass have been forgotten or at least set aside as the people seem happy with the return of the well liked General Neverith and the city seems in good spirits as the Tournament grounds finally get use and jousting seems to be become a commonplace sight now in the city.
The Borodin family seems to have gained a bit of a popularity with Magistrate Vlana Borodin being the first supporter of the games in the city, as well as a few more notable citizens such as the elven woman Ama'bael and the man who holds a striking resemblance to the city's own Senator, Rath Ashald. Both being talked about by many of the city's population for the tournaments they arrange with the help of their sponsors.
A few doomsayers still cry out in the streets about the coming and/or current threats faced by the city, but that seems to not be enough to dampen the spirits of the common folk._
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William de Montez sits near by, swooning at Elidurs every bardly word. If anyone so much as breathes too loudly he immediately shushes them.
