Tavern Rumors of Peltarch
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After the last calls at the bars and most of Peltarch is asleep a few dwarves are seen casual walking around town. When they think no one is looking they quickly tear down the Peltarch Veterans For Galar Truth posters.
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_As the election cycle continues, now under the cloud of martial law, it seems that the people are talking more than ever, breaking into groups in corners and private rooms to discuss the future.
One oddity, something not seen in many, many years is that the demi-humans are gathering together to work over their own issues. Now that there is at least one representative from each of the major races of Narfell in the running for the Senate, it seems that the race may be decided by blood more than deeds._
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_Rumor buzzes that a military coup is in progress, and that any newly-elected 'senate' will have very little in the way of real power. Supposedly political 'enemies of the state' will be arrested in a mass sweep and imprisoned on convict hulks anchored out in the Icelace. Decisions will be made by Lord Neverith.
The opinion of drinkers is split on whether or not this is a good thing or not._
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::The Defender Shallyah almost grows excited as she hears these comments, finding amusing the idea of a fire giant that attempts to toss her flaming corpse anywhere - even though she'd much rather it did not involve Peltarch at all. The fact of the matter remains that she is a Defender, and anyone can probably feel relieved at the fact that she looks hardly afraid::
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Local crotchety old wizard Draeldun Murdin comments in a tavern about the speeches of those running for senate.
"I say, all this gob flapping and chest puffing about giving to the poor from all these candidates is rather useless. The poor surely won't matter when we're all doomed as fire giants hurl flaming defender corpses at our homes! We need ourselves a great warrior I say, like the kings of old."
The raven familiar on his shoulder lets out a loud "Squak!"
"Too right." Draeldun nods
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Labur sits at the bar at the Mermaid, spinning an odd ruinstone is his left hand with an ale in his right. At this point of the evening he has been there for hours and quiet intoxicated so much so that he is deathly quiet. All of a sudden out of no where he says "oi its time mes finishen wha miss Telli's starten." And with that and his cleaver in his hand he bolts out of the Inn headed south toward the underground chasm. Those who know anything about the ruinstone or just happened to be at the Mermaid earlier that night will know he has head off to find a Grey spellcaster, believed to be the only ones who can read the stones.
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One golden haired elf comments on the scene: "Hmm, looks like the wind's blowing in an unusual direction today."
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_::The Defender Shallyah brings forth her task force to form a line across the street, sorrounding the senate building. Some of the Defenders appear hastily uniformed as they've probably been torn from their families or off-duty day to attend this emergency. They dutifully try to prevent riots from happening by quickly dissuading the most violent individuals and keeping them from harming anyone - including themselves - with exemplary patience and discipline and avoiding arrests whenever possible.
Sergeant Shallyah herself appears as usual calm and neutral as she reminds the citizens that altering the public order is against Peltarch's law, and they should orderly return to their homes and await for official announcements::_
EDIT by DM Skippy: Post approved
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_As word filters through Peltarch that Senator Leaffall has publicly denounced Senator Mariston Thel, the Defenders, and two bardesses Val Kyrie and Lycka Zomsdottir as the hin attempts to overthrow the senate, people begin massing in public areas, calling for "Mad Marty's head, make the loony dead!"
The Defenders, for their part, don't seem to be inclined to stop them from chanting or gathering, but they do stop them from causing any harm.
In more sensible quarters, the demand for Senator Leaffall's resignation is made._
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It circulates in various circles that the bard Bon Ausbourn is offering to assist senatorial candidates in their election campaigns.
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A sickly plague stricken man was seen escorted to the fest hall by Celia, Rey and Jason, the others notified the town officials, that the hall should be placed under quarentine. Some time later a party moved out west to investigate the horrifying undead plague…
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The dwarf, who is also dressed in a deep blue and gold patern, looks at the man, and poders if they could form a band or something.
Quiclky, the thought is pushed away from his mind, only because he needs to speak with Jake about a uniform.
He follows the man into the building, trying to explain, he needs to see the records of private sessions held almost 7 years back, when Norwick was taken by the Ostromog's forces.
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::A resplendent figure in Gold and Blue armour visits the insistent dwarf at the doors, and after listening to his request, indicates that he speak with the guard and invites him to present his concerns to the Senate chambers::
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The pudgy dwarf known all around as the weave engineer is seem around the Jewel's Senate doors, asking about how and to who he should adress a request about the private meetings held by the Senators.
It is said, and he stresses that a lot, a matter of the utmost importance.
Huzzah!
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Once upon a recent time, there were… two Cecils? Pfah... naaaah. Couldn't be. Could it?
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::The Peltarch Defender known by the name of Shallyah was seen leaving hurriedly southwards. As she paced hurriedly from the college and through the commons she appeared to carry with herself a large pack with supplies and several maps rolled under her arm. She rode her fine mare southwards not to be seen ever since, for a couple of tendays now. However, Shallyah's mare is reported to be hitched in Norwick, where a young boy is feeding and taking care of it::
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Meanwhile, the Order's First Swordarm Ashena Teroldys appeared to be practicing her oratory skills on a small crowd recently… the young paladin talking at such length as to drive a green-panted sailor in a scruffy duster to drinking, and a white armored warrior to snoring unconciousness. A born public speaker?
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Dwin Dolvak is seen much more often than normal. He spends most of his time with other dwarven members of the community and is frequently seen buying rounds of ales at the city's public houses.
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Moigan is spending most of his time in the town making conversation with the locals and introducing himself, all the while finding out what topics the people really want the senate to start addressing.
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Lights can occasionly be seen dancing around the commons?!?! Whats going on!!!
