Whispers at the Fire
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A young Man has been seen entering the town and warming his hands by the south gate. He looked dusty and ruggished from long travels and has been conversing with townfolks in a friendly demanour.
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In addition to word being spread, a notice is quickly posted by Cecil about the possible threat. It's big, bold, and red. His handwriting is surprisingly neat, too!
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Word spreads around norwick of three giant spiders lurking around the area. and that just their touch can be lethal to those infected and also to those around the infected ones.
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To those who frequent Norwick, and know of the guard that some joke about having 1/4 or more giant's blood in him, he has been more somber since the gate attack, despite still forcing up a smile for everyone he meets, and the usual giant pick-you-up hugs for the usual crew.
That is, until today.
Is it the result of some talks he's had at the gate, or because of the pile of things he sat vigil over for a night? Perhaps it's the letter he stops to read several times in the same morning, breaking him into a huge grin.
Maybe the inn gave him a free breakfast?
Who knows? Regardless, it seems Cecil has had the time, or other influence he needed to keep his chin up that little bit higher. As if he wasn't tall enough…
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A black clad scout is seen carrying some of her personal effects along with a trusty canvas hammock to her horse. Tying these things to the saddle and tucking them into the saddlebags she departs the north gate without a word. Her appearance if of one who has recently covered from illness and her armor seems to fit her loosely.
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_After the most recent and determined attack on the south gates of the town, several folk see a dwarf, one whom some may recognize as inquiring about prices for renting shop space in recent times, mumbling about how "They" will never do that to any "Friends" of his ever again, not while he is on two legs.
He is seen to stomp about looking for something, until finally he is last spotted with a hand bill clenched in his fist, heading toward the Redcloaks Militia Barracks. The flyer reads "Wanted a Few Good Souls"._
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Sirion delivers an invoice billing the Norwick Scouts for the cost of One Strong Electrical Trap, One Highly Flammable Robe Dry Cleaning, One Cure Critical Wounds Potion, and five gold as a processing fee, along with a note saying this can be avoided in the future if your scouts recognize a flagged friendly trap when they see one.
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@ac5c455a29=JerrickRafe:
He seems to be interested in acquiring moonstones, and by the sound of it, a lot of them.
_Hearing Cecils moaning Arlan takes out a box in his pack and gives it a look, Oh my there are quite a lot of Moonstones in there!
"Great….competition..."_
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The well known guard Cecil can be seen stomping through town carrying bags and bags of goblin loot, grumbling frustratedly about the number TWO. TWO moonstones, he says. Of ALL the gobs in the Rawlins, and the caves, two.
He seems to be interested in acquiring moonstones, and by the sound of it, a lot of them.
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Also mentioned, The gate has fallen, The times of peace are at an end and the cycle has begun anew.
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Word spreads around the fire of a goblin who was seen controlling the minds of norwick scouts and civilians. when confronted the goblin casted invisibility to retreat. those who were mind controlled were heard saying they were going to kill norwicks leaders for their new master.
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Labur is seen in the fields talking to farmers, he seems to be negotiating wheat prices.
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Rain is seen walking gingerly toward the souther gates.
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Ardent leads her pal away with pancakes and a hug before Loc tosses her in jail or worse, forces Ardent to do it.
"It's okay, you don't have to hurt him, he does it himself pretty much." She glances back warily before whispering.
"You don't want to do time here, trust me. Psychopaths…"
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With all the yelling, Dwin Dolvak emerges from the Great Hall and speaks quietly to one of the Redcloaks standing nearby, gesturing at the crazed unicorn fanatic.
Keep an eye on that one, lad, seems she's threatening the Guard Commander. We don't need no crazies back here near the barracks… Arrest her if she speaks of harming Loc again.
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A pissed off unicorn priestess is heard yelling outside the barracks for loc to get his sorry ass outside. "you want to hurt my friends?! ::cracks her knuckles:: outside the gates when you're ready and i'll show you some painful peace and love from lurue.
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_One of numerous variations of a conversation repeated across town, usually over a couple of drinks:
"Sometimes it seems like the dwarves spring from the ground full grown…although did you see that odd one?"
"What do you mean odd?"
"Well, I mean odd for a dwarf."
"Still not following."
"Well, he had no beard, no armor, no shield, and no giant axe either."
"Are you sure it was a dwarf? Possible it could have been some sort of morbidly obese halfling."
"Judging by the number of goblins in its wake, the amount of ale it consumed, and it's unintelligeble speech, I'm still forced to conclude it was a dwarf."
"Wow. Yeah, that sounds like a dwarf. No beard though?"
"Yeah."
"Weird."
"I know."_
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Dwin Dolvak hears of a kin in need of armor and lightening his purse.
I've got several kin-sized sets of armor that are doin' nuthin but gatherin' dust when they should be gatherin' dents and greenskin-blood. Tell this black-beard to come see me, I am sure I can find 'im sumtin uselful.
((PM me!))
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A black bearded dwarf has been in the Grapevine asking local adventurers if they have a decent fullplate of armor they're looking to get rid of before he spends his fortune at The Hold.
" Aye! I'm lookin' fer a real set o' armor! Tell yer friends t'find meself, Hagrim Doomvein, Iffin' thier interested in takin' a few thousand coins off me hands."
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And someone says they saw Locrian up and around, looking like he was undead…
