New Whispers at the Fire
-
_Strange tales are being told about werewolves attacking travelers outside both north and south gates of Norwick. Even stranger is what has been discovered near the woodline southeast of Norwick's south gate. Several dead werewolf bodies are piled on the ground there. Some who claimed to have seen them say that when approached some of them appear to be standing up, though still seemingly dead. Too spooky, the observers claimed as they ran away.
AubreyMaturin_
-
Rumour around the campfire has it that Brumir is honing his ever gassy gut into a lethal weapon. Apparantly the goblins had the dubious pleasure of playing guinea pigs to a combination of grease, web and fire, coupled with Disin's spiciest eggs coming out of the dwarven backside… no wonder the greenskins attacked in force afterwards!
-
Curious of their intent, Rasuil can occasionally be spotted meandering around the worksites, though with Raumviri direction and no word of a Union contract he steers clear of any labor himself.
-
Brumir can be seen outside the Union Hall giving the workers in the Fairgrounds a hard time
"Oy! Ye watch where yer diggin'! Ye best nay be damagin' our craftin' hall an' throwin' dirt an' mud on it! Ye do that an' ye'll be smellin' tha eggs ah had fer breakfast!"
He grunts and heads back inside the Union Hall.
-
"Its going to be a great surprise, a gift from the Raumviri chiefs! Pick up a shovel, friend, they're payin' well for labor!"
The commoners continue their work and slowly begin to level off some of the hill behind the temple of Chauntea.
-
after witnessing the earth moving efforts around Norwick's fairground, Marty pokes around and makes a few inquiries, offering to help with earth softening and moving magic needed.
-
_One morning in Norwick Brumir, Willow, Silver, and Shesarai were gathered around the south gate campfire discussing various subjects. Very suddenly the campfire exploded and sent Brumir flying atop the tower. The others were rolling around on the ground trying to make sure they did not catch fire. The benches surrounding the campfire were completely destroyed.
It would seem Brumir had too many eggs again._
-
Rumours circulate about the presence of gigantic spiders in the Rawlins, threatening hunters and game alike with their voracious appetite. Some claim the spiders are but the thralls of a greater evil, living in a spider-web palace somewhere in the deep woods…
-
Rumour has it three young men from Norwick were rescued from a rabid band of vicious goblins in the woodland pass, thanks to the timely intervention of three adventurers. A wandering bard even sings the tale of the epic goblin show-down, much to the delight of the airhead known as Willow. That is, before she's distracted by a leaf flying past on the wind, chasing it out of town…
-
A great show of technique and skill we're put on display as several martial artists gathered in town to prove who's fighting style was the most superior. A drunken master, a practitioner of the elegant crane, and a devastating striking style competed in an impromptu tournament, until finally a strong lean woman proved her quick strikes we're simply no match for the others. They all agreed to continue mastering their techniques and will hopefully live to challenge each other another day.
-
_Tales abuzz throughout Norwick of undead shambling towards the walls. Amidst undead zombies of many races were strange ice creatures, melting once felled by stout defenders and adventurers alike to reveal a deceased citizen frozen inside. Even more disturbing are the claims that recently abducted townsfolk were seen fleeing the undead horde to seek refuge within the walls, only to combust in flames after convulsing violently, quickly becoming a burning skeletal horror.
Rumours are an evil deathlock used the subjects for dark experiments, though what devious plans the abomination had laid out were cut short after a band of adventurers, led by a towering dwarf, marched to a nearby cave and ended its reign._
-
After years of travel, Dwin Dolvak has returned to Norwick and has taken up his old seat at the fire whenever possible.
"Seems not much's changed since I been away, eh? What's the gossip in Norwick these days? Anyone new on the throne?"
-
_Word spreads that the dwarf Brumir Silverhammer appeared near the Norwick fire smelling like rotten eggs and farts with several flies hovering around him. Apparently several frogs came out of the lake near the Grapevine in to try and eat some of the flies, only to have Brumir curse at them and kill them with his axe.
Later on Brumir entered the Union Hall where it was reported that a customer ran off scared and that the Union Masters, including Master Z, had a very difficult time breathing and may have even collapsed._
-
a brief assault on the gates which left one woman , Thrulia, nearly dead occurred a few nights ago. The culprits, a motley lot of goblins and hobgoblins, fled almost as soon add they started. The arcane advisor being caught unprepared by the attack quickly dispatched the goblins and healed the quickly fading woman's wounds saving her from a sure death.
The two women decoded bit to let the attack go unchecked and headed south after the fleeing attackers.
A day later they returned with 4 townsfolk with them. It would seem that the common folk were ambushed and taken hostage by the hobgoblins to be ransomed back to the town for supplies.
Chaevre' did not seem to care to receive their gratitude instead insisting that they learn to fight or hire guards I'd they intend to make their living in hostile territory
-
_Cormac the Bardbarian returns from a northern trip to the city with tales of adventure and brutal violence! During the long cold nights he gives accounts of his tale of werewolves and werecats that do battle in the shadowy places surrounding Peltarch. He frequently refers to "the Gods" and to some ulfhednar myth throughout the tale, and lends praise to the ferocity and mad rage of the werewolves he battled. Of werecats he speaks of their cunning, their swiftness in battle - and their all too common willingness to turn their coward tails and flee!
It is a fable filled with much blood and gore, and mentions of his 'magic sword' and his magnificent shield that sent werebeasts flying backwards with its unusual powers, and how he'd slain them upon the ground where they lay dazed and reeling. All serving his own legacy and personal glory._
-
Brumir, who happened to stop by the Grapevine Inn, overhears the conversation between Shesarai and Romulus and walks over to them with a grin
"Remember lass, wut happens in tha Tuck-Me-Inn stays at tha Tuck-Me-Inn! HAR HAR HAR!"
-
Legion Scout Romulus was seen having dinner at the Grapevine with his sister Shesarai. The pair often meet there so patrons and staff paid little attention until Romulus suddenly exclaimed loudly:
"You did WHAT?"
"I'm Sorry!" "It was for a really valuable treasure!"
After something indistinct, she explained:
"I was helping the dwarves defend Peltarch's new outer wall from a giant attack. After we killed the giant, I ran outside towards the Icelace Beach and the Giantspires to scout and five of the dwarves followed me. We fought hoards and hoards of giants, about a dozen at a time."
"They were led by a huge giant with red skin. I dispelled some of his magics and helped the dwarves take him down. In the pile of bodies we found some rings, and the chief had the best one of all. I got a quick glance at it and it would really help me a lot. I was hoping the dwarves would take the other Bloodrage rings and let me have the big one, but they carried them all back to Peltarch to divide up. Gnarl passed ale around and insisted we all drink to the great victory, so I went along and drank one bottle."
"Everyone wanted the good ring so they decided to go to the Tuck Me Inn and have a drinking contest to settle who got it. I knew there was no way I could outdrink dwarves, so I put on my purple dress in hopes they would be distracted or something and let me have first choice. But Mom was right. Nothing distracts a dwarf from ale!"
"So they passed ten flasks to each of us for the first round. The dwarves all started drinking them as fast as possible. I started on mine, but I only got to the third one before I was so dizzy I had to sit down at the table. I must have passed out because I don't remember anything else till I woke up. The dwarves were lying all over the floor, which smelled like the old tavern at home when I used to help Mom clean up after the dwarves there had been drinking all night. The rings were gone."
"I ran outside before I got sick and saw Gnarl limping around. He offered to walk me back to Peltarch, but I couldn't make it that far. I asked who won and he said it was Disa. He couldn't remember how many ales he drank but he thought it was more than 50. I couldn't believe that!"
"I made it to the Grapevine and slept it off there."
Later Romulus was heard to say: "General Theaon wants to know about the Mor'Salen."
Shesarai looked warily around the room and said "Not here! Let's take a walk" The two then got up and went outside.
Login: AubreyMaturin
Characters: Romulus Grey, Bard the bowman
Trotter, Spooky halfling ranger
Shesarai Foutopolis, Red-haired cleric of Mystra
-
_And at the Tuck-Me-Inn, Disa and Bufflin sleep the sleep of the comatose drunk, each leaning their weight against the other to remain upright on the bar stools, by the sheer rigidity of fullplate armour. The floor below is a pool of crusted vomit adorned with an armada of empty ale mug ships, amidst which Ragnar lies, face-down and snoring. In another corner, the hunch-back Igor is slumped in a similar state, while Gnarl somehow managed to wobble himself out of the inn on his own two legs.
Word around the inn is that the group took down an army of giants near the northern city, taking the chieftain's magical ring as their trophy. A trophy that now belongs to Disa, for having kept her liquor down the longest._
-
A somewhat disheveled Shesarai was seen stumbling into the Grapevine early one morning. Her long red hair was down around her shoulders and instead of her usual leathers she was wearing a rather elegant purple velvet gown. But her eyes appeared blurry and she could barely walk.
"What's the matter, Honey?" she was asked as she slowly made her way towards the stairs.
"My mother told me 'Never try to outdrink dwarves. I should have listened to her!"
Login: AubreyMaturin
Characters: Romulus Grey, Bard the bowman
Trotter, Spooky halfling ranger
Shesarai Foutopolis, Red-haired cleric of Mystra
-
_Another rumour speaks that it was the beautiful Rawlins witch herself, Elaine, who destroyed the undead eastlanders with the aid of her friend Artemis and a bunch of warriors of several shapes and sizes that her enhancing magics and timely interventions turned into her able battle-pets.
When asked, she happily and openly speaks of how she saved a knight from falling to a horrible crushing death by holding him with a giant magical hand atop a slippery bridge of death, as Artemis did the same for someone else. Or how funny it was to see both Garrick and the terrible dragonspawn that was fought afterwards stumble around blindly after she had moonfired them, winning the day for everyone else with the invaluable aid of Artemis' balls of lightning!
She also mentions Ky, the white dragon who has an army of frost giants in the Coldstones, descended himself from the skies to thank Artemis, herself and their momentary allies for the deed._
