New Whispers at the Fire
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With the outer gates still ravaged from the last press of suicide beetles, Rasuil warns the guards to be on alert, claiming goblins have once again been herding bugs outside their Hold, undoubtedly in preparation for another attack against the town.
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A group of four, including Rasuil, return to the gates after a lengthy raid on the Goblin Hold. Apparantly no more mystical cauldrons were found, much to the ranger's disappointment…
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Following another gate attack by goblins riding huge beetles, a group of adventurers formed at South Gate to deal with the threat. General Theoan of the Troff Legion led them, together with Alvaniel from that same organization. They were joined by the ranger Rasuil, Peltarch scouts Vick and Shesarai, and the mage Artemis.
The group made its way to the Goblin Borderlands west of the lake where they encountered dozens of huge beetles and their goblin handlers. After clearing the fields, they preceded into the Fuzzy Den, which had been taken over by the goblin beetle breeders. There the party fought many dozens of goblin archers and some shamen, before discovering a large cauldron in which potions were being made from bulls strength and death armors to buff up the beetles. The group destroyed the cauldron.
Many more dozens of beetles, including four huge specimens were found in the side rooms. Some of the beetles bore powder kegs, one of which exploded knocking out Artemis. Nevertheless, the party prevailed and Artemis was revived by Theaon. The team then returned to South Gate with a heavily singed and bandaged mage and a very wobbly Rasuil, who ingested some of the cauldron potion before it was destroyed. Hopefully, this has put an end to the goblin-beetle attacks, at least for now.
AubreyMaturin
Characters: Romulus Grey, Bard the bowman
Trotter, Spooky halfling ranger
Shesarai Foutopolis, Red-haired cleric of Mystra
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Halfway between the south gate and the Silver Valley, several goblin hides can be seen hung from trees. Several dead wolves can be seen lying below the gently waving skins
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The Norwick red-cloaks would find a baf of potions dropped infront of their garrison with a note folded and addressed to Davos the only red cloak I kind of like
Within the note said the following.
_Hey Davos I found a large goblin hideout and two barrels of potions inside, they are in the bag if you hadn't looked, several death Armour and bull strength. I figured with the earlier confrontation you might want to know that they were in the den to the west full of goblins and several breeding bays for Beatles and what appeared to be shamans working at a cauldron.
At worst I have delayed their progress so you can put up a new gate or something as I have locked and jammed the doors holding their Beatles so hopefully they will all die or eat each other before the goblins can hope to get in. I advise you put together a little group to take care of the problem as I am not nearly skilled enough to take out everything guarding and inside the cave._
At the bottom of the not is a small map with the locations of goblins outside the den, and the platoon of archers and place of chanting shamans mid room as well as room labels with what type of beetle is inside the now locked and sealed doors.
Signed
~Hen~A copy of this note has been posted near the fire at the south gates warning would be travelers and miners to avoid the west forest.
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Several people in the Grapevine witnessed a verbal confrontation between the dwarf paladin Silver and a mysterious stranger in a black cloak who had only been observed sitting by the fire reading. Silver accused the man of selling potions to goblins who were using them to make large beetles powerful and ferocious. The dwarf claimed he had the goods, including the barrel the stranger wheeled to South Gate. The stranger loudly proclaimed his innocence, but Silver told him if he didn't admit it now, he could tell it to the guards later.
Somewhat later, Shesarai told Davos Redcloak about this stranger and turned over three death armor potions found in the barrel that the man was seen wheeling to South Gate. She also said that she and Silver had killed a number of goblins and a large slicer beetle west of the Lake. The goblins were led by the same chieftain they encountered a few days earlier in the Wooded Pass west of Norwick. The chief ran away again after his minions and beetle handlers were killed. She added that the goblins herding the beetle wore the same tribal markings as those found on the borderlands of the Rawlingswood between the lake and the Hold.
Login: AubreyMaturin
Characters: Romulus Grey, Bard the bowman
Trotter, Spooky halfling ranger
Shesarai Foutopolis, Red-haired cleric of Mystra
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_*When a well known forest witch learns of the goblins moving to the outer areas of the Rawlins, she finds that she has no immediate plans and decides to go cause some mischief in the goblin lands.
She probably didn't know if those goblins were the ones behind the attacks, or if her actions would do any good - and to be fair, it's not like she would stop to consider it, or would even care.
At least it seemed like she was having a good time as a merry tune echoed through the emptying halls of the Goblin Hold._
@6e3deb4cdb:
Look into my eyes, try to see into my brain
a twisted little journey through the path of insane
a vivid wild explosion manifesting and protesting
all the petty little trifles taught by boring people condescending!I'm digressing, I'm a complicated girl with very simple wishes,
a single spell that sends your people sleeping with the fishes
and when your settlement comes to desolation
one small step and I bring total extermination.I'm not normal and I don't pretend so!
my approach is pretty much a boom crescendo.
Reality is false and it's so cause I say,
chaotic dereliction well that's just my forte.Mischief is a fun way to pass the time though,
several little goblins scream in staccato.
The tale of my reign will live on in harmony
singing as they die in a dead gob's symphony//Elaine's song is a cover for the first part of Falconshield: This is War - Piltover vs Zaun
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Reports of very large and strange beetles, and their goblin breeders and handlers, have come in. The ranger Shesarai spotted them near the Misty Pond and recruited General Theaon and Private Silver of the Troff Legion. According to a message given to the Norwick Militia, the three of them fought some really powerful beetles and over a dozen goblin handlers. They also came upon some powerful goblins, including archers, a shaman, and a chieftain in the Wooded Pass west of Norwick. All were killed except the chieftain, who fled to the north and laid a number of fire traps in the wooded path to cover his retreat. The Legionaires removed all those they found using the dwarven method since they didn't have a trapper with them.
Login: Aubrey Maturin
Characters: Romulus Grey, Bard the bowman
Trotter, Spooky halfling ranger
Shesarai Foutopolis, Red-haired cleric of Mystra
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Certain rangers of the south who seem to give little to no regard to the natural way of things would keep out of the occasional business of one ranger or demon or violent entity or another, based on pure principal.
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@80c4890707=Mhilan:
Should one find themselves passing by the south gates at an opportune time, they just might spy a particularly ragged looking ranger draped sideways across an oddly placed throne, soundly sleeping off the worlds worst hangover.
Brumir Silverhammer spots the sleeping ranger near the south gates, then quickly runs back to the Union Hall. A few moments later he comes back with a sign and places it on the ranger asleep on the throne. The sign reads "Dear Gralin's Mum, we give you this sacrifice so you may spare the rest of us!"
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Should one find themselves passing by the south gates at an opportune time, they just might spy a particularly ragged looking ranger draped sideways across an oddly placed throne, soundly sleeping off the worlds worst hangover.
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"I blame Rasuil for all this", a blonde woman is overheard remarking over the hiss of the campfire. Past the gates, the rotting carcasses of a dozen or so zombies lie decomposing and from afar, the smoke from a nearby pyre still rises in swirling gusts of gray.
"Boxing the Zombie…", she mutters, tugging her heavy gloves off to clean the ichor off, carefully. "I'm starting to believe what he says about his 'luck', heh…".
Anyone promoting for more details would hear a haunting tale about zombies, specres and worse rising from the ground, eerie lights and a trail leading to a grieving mummy lord attempting to awaken his mummy bride.
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A man not seen for ages staggers into the inn, armor rent and covered in blood. He rushes to the bar and orders the strongest thing they have and gulps it down. Beneath the blood his face is white and hands shake uncontrollably. Ordering half dozen more bottles he lunges out of the inn and crouches by the fire, drinking one after the other. Hours later a the commander of the Legion wanders by and looks over the decrepid figure. Muttered words are exchanged and a story forms about a huge beast in the goblin wood eating man and goblin alike. Bigger than an ox and with teeth like knives its very presence seemed to exude fear.
After talking awhile Theon rises and heads south, reluctant Kalem behind him. It is dawn the next day when the two return, both dirty and somewhat bruised. Tied to the pack of the man is a huge hide, thicker and heavier than any beast seen in the area. Theon turns and heads toward the Silver Valley while Kalem heads north with his prize.
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On a merrier note, Norwick's traditional Fight Night was held once more, to the merriment of all and bruising of some. Word has it some long-legger took down two stout dwarves, surely incentive for one hell of a rematch in future!
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"Goblins!"
_Once so common as to hardly merit a place in town gossip, goblin attacks have declined dramatically since the successful assault on the Moldy Rat Tribe base - until now.
It started with explosions, granades peppering the gates before the main bulk of goblins arrived, this time supported by wolves. It is said a wolf-wrangler of sorts, perhaps a minor chieftain, was taken down before the attack ground to a halt, sadly not before the life of a young adventurer had been claimed.
A problem nipped in the bud, or the start of something worse? Only time will tell._
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A white-haired dwarf and a red-haired human were overheard talking near the South Gate fire. They warned Legion General Theaon that they had seen the notorious necromancer Kyan killing animals in the field south of South Gate. "I saw him kill a white stag!" the red-haired woman said. "That could bring loads of bad luck!"
Though what could be worse than having a necromancer so close to town?
Login: AubreyMaturin
Characters: Romulus Grey, Bard the bowman
Trotter, Spooky halfling ranger
Shesarai Foutopolis, Red-haired cleric of Mystra
Janine Terry, Paladin of Tyr (Northpeak)
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Eilonna is still seen delivering food to the houses but recently she has been seen entering the homes and talking to families privately, she continues soon after and moves onto the next house doing the same thing over and over again. Her motives stay to herself.
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_Wave upon wave of goblins, undead of bone, of rotting flesh and putrid hide from a multitude of species, a shambling, shrieking, moaning army intent on slaughter poured forth from the darkest of night.
Norwick was under attack, the Silver Valley suffering the same and the gathered party rushed from gate to gate, attempting to stave off the worst and buy the defenders some breathing room before they moved on to their main target, the cold, unbeating heart of the problem behind the solid barriers of eerie red.
Less shiny heroes were seldom seen, the party already covered in blood, gore and clumps of splattered poo golem as they approached the ruins, runed items in hand. One by one, they entered the narrow tunnels to the lair of whatever beast poured such hatred at the living…
Time passed, the defenders of Norwick and the Valley holding the lines while the goblins and their undead kept coming, their numbers seemingly endless. Until suddenly - a great shout of rage, the earth shuddering. Violent combat from within the cave, shrieking goblin voices and something very large, very angry, thrashing and roaring.
The fighting seemed to last a very long time, but when it ended, it seemed it all ended. By the time the battered party reemerged, the goblin hoard was gone, scattered or destroyed, the undead with them.
Ragged cheers greeted the party, words of thanks, kegs of ale and gifts of potions from Norwick and the Silver Valley. As the survivors enjoyed the free drinks and a spot of well-earned rest at the gates, several could be overheard speaking about a large and fearsome bone dragon, strong and incredibly resilient to harm.
Pieces of the dragon bones seem to have been brought back with the party, transformed by the gods of nature into boons tailor-made for each person, after its destruction.
As the ale flowed, the 'boner' jokes were soon in full swing, especially after Salin brandished his impressive bone staff..._
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// Posting this as I cant be there, but its what she would do ICly
Eilonna looks over those gathered still leaning heavily on a Cherrywood walking stick as she glances over those gathered and for the brief quiet moment of the group she speaks loudly enough to be heard.
On behalf of Norwick, I wish to thank everyone that has come together to stop these beasts. I wish deeply I could be joining you all out there but sadly I cannot, so instead I will grant you what knowledge I do have from my scouting the day of the deceptive attack.
Inside the cavern I noted a door glowing with an evil red aura, this may be a major key, I could overhear many many goblins and undead within the caves. Possibly in the hundreds. I have no doubt there will be traps as this seems to be a common thing. It is my belief that Necromantic spells alone will not get you through the barrier as it did not seem to work for me while being tested but instead requires one of the items baring the runes. These caverns haven't been fully explored but I remind you that these caverns were collapsed before and may be prone to doing so again. Please be careful in there.
That said I thank you all again and look forward to hearing back from you all and seeing everyone back here alive and safe.
She steps back leaning on the staff as she watches them finish planning and prepare to go deeply wishing she could be with them for this.
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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
