New Whispers at the Fire
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_Night falls over Narfell and a thick mist rolls through the Rawlins. Norwick redcloaks light extra torches as they patrol the walls of the small town and the hard working townsfolk enjoy an ale together at the Grapevine after a hard days work.
A creeping Norwick scout keeps his eyes focused intently on the glowing red cave entrance of the Moldy Rat tribe as he moves quietly through the woods. He stops frozen in his tracks when a echoing chant picks up from the caves, growing louder and louder. Hordes of goblins armed with wickedly sharp weapons made of rusted iron and decorated from head to toe in the gory remains of corpses pour from the cave. They chant, laugh, scream, and squeal as they swarm over the old ruins. Countless rotting zombies of crudely stitched humanoids and animals shamble alongside the army of goblins, their grunting, moaning, and roaring a chant of their own.
The wide eyed scout turns to report the coming hell when a group of sneaking Moldy Rat goblins meet him with rusty daggers in their grubby little hands. Their bloodshot eyes look at the scout with a burning hatred and a devious smile stretches across their dirty faces showing their sharpened yellow teeth. They howl with glee as they leap upon him and overwhelm him, sinking their blades into the man over and over again as they bite and tear at his flesh, his screams of agony filling the air and fueling the growing army onwards toward Norwick._
//Will pick up from here with event 9/28 - 9am EST
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As the days grow colder and Eilonna grows stronger she makes more and more rounds through the town delivering food to the farmers and townsfolk and hot meals to the guards and troops as well as Voss. If asked who to thank she tells them that it has become a joint effort between her, Elessar and the Forsworn Commander Gnarl.
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Eilonna is seen hobbling about town once again handing out food to the farmers and townsfolk of Norwick, as well as delivering hot meals to all guards on duty and even those in reserve. Even going so far as to deliver hot meals to Voss and any of the reserve troops. She does this daily with each mealtime ensuring everyone has food regardless of her own physical condition she can be seen delivering to ensure everyone is fed.
// Will see DM Clownbaby to hand over food being delivered.
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Word spreads through Norwick of the Moldy Rat Tribe attacking again but this time setting up a decoy, the town was saved when Eilonna appeared at the south gate crying out that the incoming attack was a decoy and that they needed to rush to the East Docks. Raryldor, Eilonna and Nica were the first to arrive seeing icy goblins, rats and more crawling out from the frozen waters. The fight was going well until a Golem grabbed Eilonna and the sound of bones shattering under its grip was heard across the farm. The beast was soon slain and Eilonna was rushed from the field by Elessar.
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_The Moldy Rat tribe continues their assault on the town showing no sign of slowing down. Wildlife around Norwick grows more sparse everyday and has worried many families about their future in Norwick. However, a huge amount of fresh meat was delivered to Norwick's guards from an anonymous hunter living outside the gates. The meat was inspected by several Raumviri chief's before being handed out to the needy families, but not before a healthy portion was taken into the Great Hall.
A rumor of a horrible evil stirring in the caverns behind the barrier creep through the town and many goblins of the Moldy Rat tribe are often seen running from the caves direction as they shriek for their lives.
The trees around the old ruins continue to fall under the crude axes of the goblin tribe, evidence that their attacks will continue until they are finally dealt with._
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More attacks by the Moldy Rat Tribe, still hiding smugly behind their magical walls to avoid repercussions for their many, increasingly disgusting experiments. The latest invention is reportedly a golem made of goblin feces…
((I can't believe I missed the poo golem! shakes fist and chuckles))
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Eilonna, Elessar and Victoria arrive at the cavern late that evening as they whisper amoung themselves before Elessar casts a Dispel and Spell breach. They stay on guard awaiting the results of the casting
// Awaiting the DM to be available to continue, Elessar also rolled a spellcraft of 35 prior to the castings.
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Legion Coporal Legan Axckleln is seen looking over the gates of Norwick, whenever he's not taking the fight to the enemy. Meanwhile, Salin Ashald is seen examining the odd negative energy barrier that blocks the entrance to the cave where the goblins hide. On a different front, lone wildsman Brane Lannen works with the hunters, trying to prevent excessive draining of natural resources while looking for safe environments in which the wildlife can grow.
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Fresh meats turn up randomly at the homes of the people in need as well as small sums of gold. Delivery times are never at one specific times and no one sees who is coming and dropping the food off. Some whispers spread that the Ranger in green is still watching over the people.
EDIT: OOC note, will trash food when DM Clownbaby is around to view it.
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The Moldy Rat tribe has grown bolder as their numbers continue to swell in the corpse filled ruins of Old Norwick. They attack Norwick's South gate regularly with a seemingly endless supply of corpses and slaughtered animals while droves of goblins hack down trees by the dozen to construct primitive catapults to continue sieging the town. The wildlife around Norwick has grown notably scarce, the price of fresh meat at the markets have risen considerably, and many hunters are having a difficult time bringing home meals and income for their families
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Uljas grumbles hearing the rumors
"Can no trust hexers."
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_The grim and ghastly warrior who's face is painted returns to Norwick with yet more tales of gargantuan heroism and over-the-top gore and violence, he tells those who care to hear of the gathering hordes of Goblins and their undead allies. Of on the first day he and but a handful of fearless slayers repelled a massive assault against the town, and laughs as he gives an account of the 'not-so-fearless' horseman who was dismounted and quit the field, to run home to Peltarch to feed his fat children more sweet-bread no doubt. He tells with much drama and detail of the Goblin's head he collected, of how he paralyzed the Goblin army with fear by yelling out his name aloud, thus bellowing as part of the story "CORMAC! CORMAC! CORMAC RANDOLPH!" and swore he'd wear the creature's skull as his new codpiece.
As he tells of the battles that came after he thumps his fist gently at first upon his thigh, and tells how he battled a great and evil storm with his own mighty sound, of the vast army that marched along with him into the deep forest where the lightning struck down in fierce and deadly anger! The pounding fist on his thigh moves onto the shield he carries, pounding like a kettle-drum in rhythm, quick and noisy like the rolling of thunder - punctuated at times with a loud BANG! as he tells of their journey through hostile lands, with many of his allies being struck down by stray bolts of lightning. Of how he reached out boldly and gripped one of these bolts of lightning which had killed those in his group who were weak of heart, or unworthy of the power of the lightning, and held it in his very hands! Except - that it had been stolen from him, by an Elven witch who had been found unworthy of it's power at least three times during their mighty and hard quest._
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Soldiers of the Troff Legion have been seen more often south of Norwick helping to combat the undead goblins.
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Rumors spread of an elf in green frequenting the south, dozens of the undead goblins bodies turning up here and there randomly. Randomly the elf stands far enough from the gate to see the Red Cloaks and knows well they see her before she slips back into the woods once more, as though proving to them that she is there.
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There has been an increase of red cloaks standing guard at the gates since sightings of the Moldy Rat tribe have increased even further, there numbers higher than ever before. Still they gather dead goblin corpses left behind from adventurers, they have also begun actively slaughtering animals of the Rawlins and openly performing dark, crude rituals on the beasts rather than eating them, rather than eating most of them. Their ranks are proof, now ambushing adventurers with all manner of animals partly eaten and crudely stitched together.
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Cormac makes use of the 'cheif's' unlimited tab and plies both his audience and himself with jug upon jug of mead, as the evening winds on the repetition of his story becomes more and more embellished with projections of gore and the thumping of his fist upon tables. He offers only the most wild accounts by the end of the night, claiming that a beautiful she-Half-Goblin princess came to him that very night! to bear his and his legacy away back to her people.
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Uljas nods approvingly at this
"Sound like good fight. Go, friend, buy drinks at tavern. Put on Chief Voss's tab!"
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Cormac, the warrior bard with painted face sits by the fire in Norwick town and recites a far-fetched tale of battle and glory, where the town was beset by many machines of war which rained fiery doom down about the outer gates. And he and a handful of great companions rushed forth through the burning wreckage and slew a MIGHTY hoard of Goblin and Hobgoblin warriors, he acts out his scenes of valor by mimicking the overhead swings of his great axe, and tells of how he flew into a wild bloodfrenzy and laid waste to swathes of enemies and their catapults, and how Valkur and Tempus sent forth howling winds and white lightning to celebrate their most glorious triumph in saving the town from the army of greenskins.
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A skullheaded dwarf chuckles.
Ye call them undead? Bloody pathetic! Put some effort to it, Gobs!
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Rumor is that Norwick scouts are reporting sightings of Moldy Rat tribe goblins moving quietly in great numbers into the Howling Woods where they gather many goblin corpses after adventurer's patrols and drag them back to the old Norwick ruins.
