New Whispers at the Fire



  • A quiet word is passed around through the bars and halls and around the fires, whispered directly to individuals scattered through the town. Possible overheard snatches of words containing kobold, attacks, explosions and one bit at the end ….It is time....

    (For those contacted in game something will be posted in help wanted to try and organize a time))



  • A young female hin, dressed simply with her cloak pulled tight around her small body, has been seen in Norwick and in the Silver Valley camp near the crossroads.

    When approached, she asks if anyone knew the Proudfeet family of the old Jiyyd Silver Valley, or if they know anyone who might have some information about them.

    Right-sized folk get an invitation to drinks at the Mermaid in Norwick (PM me)



  • Word spreads that the Dragon Rass is returned. Those travelling the pass are warned of extremely aggressive Creel Barbarians that attack anyone and everyone without mercy.



  • Hannibal sighs.



  • _Terror strikes Norwick as a large group of black-cloaked mercenaries seized sudden and temporary control of the place, incapacitating the Militia and storming the inn.

    Townsfolk watching from their windows would have been sure to note the violent confrontation that followed between the invaders and a large group of adventurers, including well known locals Leena Lynn Rayfe, Z and the more infamous Peltarch Defender, Reyhenna Jorino.

    When the dust finally settled, a score of the black-cloaked assailants lay dead, though their grizzled commander managed to make his escape through magic._



  • Norwick Scout Ting submits the following report :

    Ting was on the way to the Den…. always hiding of course when she spotted the Cockatrice again... this time at the crossroads.... Ting followed it into the hidden paths and into the gypsy pass........ Ting gave it a wide berth the whole way... until she noticed... it disappeared into... a freaking hole in the ground.....
    Ting crept close and could hear... the soft chirping of four maybe five of the beasts chicks...... Ting alone cannot take on a Cockatrice much less one protecting its young.... Ting marked the spot on her ranger map and retreated with much grace....



  • The Scout Ting forwards this message to Hannibal and the rest of the Militia….

    Ting was taking the back route into Norwick while looking for deer... Looking to head toward the Druid Sanctuary to check on them as well when she noticed a deer that did not move.... upon closer inspection, the damned thing was turned to stone..... Ting searched the ground and found curious... birdlike tracks. They went behind her.... she followed and low and behold one, then a second and a third... badger turned to stone (while this is not big news to Ting as she has had a running battle with the badgers for decades )... Then a gaggle of goblins rushed past the well hidden Ting screaming for their lives... staying low she went back to where she entered and heard a goblin scream cut short... then Ting saw it... a cockatrice.... It let out a little squawk and vanished into the deep thicket.... Ting... not wanting to push her luck too far... tried to follow from a distance but.. could not locate any more tracks....

    Norwick Scout Ting



  • Brumir shakes his head as Ting threatens people with fines for leaving the gates open

    "Oy lass, ye goin' 'bout this tha wrong way. Allow me….."

    Brumir aims his butt at the people in town and lets out a loud fart

    "YE'LL BE SMELLIN' THAT MORE OFTEN IFFN' YE KEEP LEAVIN' THA GATES OPEN!

    With that said, Brumir heads back inside the Union Hall



  • Serious is that that fucking hard to close a gate or a fucking door in Norwick….. serious 50 gold fine if Ting sees



  • Ting the Norwick Scout explodes as the south gates are left open yet again as well as all the gates….. !00 gold fine for any adventurers leaving norwick leaving the gates open and Ting sees..... 100 gold.....



  • The red-haired cleric that often patrols the Rawlingswood hunting undead was overheard in the Grapevine talking about demon spawn. She claimed to have encountered three Demon Spawn Terrors near the old menhirs north of the Goblin Lake. She said they hadn't been seen there since Ruin's demise. She also reported an unusual darkness over the lake well past dawn. She hoped the demonic infection of the Rawlingswood was not returning.


    AubreyMaturin

    Characters: Romulus Grey, bard the bowman
    Trotter, spooky halfling ranger
    Shesarai Foutopolis, red-haired cleric of Mystra



  • _Frightened guests report seeing a balor in the upstairs hallway of the Grapevine. The maid refused to go up there to clean the common room. But one guest laughed and said, though very intimidating, this balor seemed harmless.


    AubreyMaturin

    Characters: Romulus Grey, bard the bowman
    Trotter, spooky halfling ranger
    Shesarai Foutopolis, red-haired cleric of Mystra_



  • Five (5!) ranger types are seen leaving Nrowcik on a patrol… they include Faelar, Nberil and Ting (Narfell Wolves ) along with an elf Lornhor and a human Gelir....

    the trip completed was straight south to the undead goblins... to the hobgobliins the the graveyard(s) and back... Ting bitched most about being hit by a axe from the hobgoblin.... over allthe five worked well together as one... without one front liner.....



  • A redheaded girl claiming to be a Druid regaled folks with stories and invitations recently at the fire, after reportedly following some adventurers out to the Goblin hold.

    Her tale consisted of expecting to find dead adventurers, and instead finding undead Umberhulks, a necromancer, and a Vampire .

    If her tale is to believed … she herself slew the vampire with the help of her companions, by summoning a blinding blast of sunlight, deep within the lower levels of the goblin hold caves.

    Once back in town, she apparently brought people to a Druid glen, chattering away about Druids and Rangers and Nature, oh my.


  • The Halfling Defence League

    _Rumors spread through Norwick of a troupe of adventurers having had an encounter with Yuan-ti out in the Rawlinswood. Though it's been some time since their kind were last seen in the region, the reports seem to indicate that a return may be underway.

    The implications of this are unsettling to say the least._



  • Rumors spread around about Zafaria Cebbranka has being named Samman of the Hold. Apparently, after she decided to leave the Dwarven Hold in search of spreading spanks and teaching lessons among those old arch-enemies of the dwarves, her achievements caught the attention of the people, until they saw a true defender in this shield dwarf. With acknowledgment, the Samman of the Hold remains adventuring around looking to put in high the name of Moradin and all his kin in Narfell, in addition to bring woe to the foes of the dwarves.



  • That Gondian priest, "Seeker Arrowbrand" was seen lingering in front of the Warrior's Rest crafting hall attempting (and failing) to shoo a cow that had decided to stand in front of the entrance, before eventually giving up and leaving in a huff on the riverboat.



  • An old man can often be found near the town fire leaning on an iron shod staff. Though soft spoken he often verbally prods at peoples philosophical outlooks on life, as his staff prods sparks from the fire. No holy symbol can be seen on him and his robes are simple and clean. He seems to take delight in anyone willing to exchange words with him, when asked he simply states his name as Mortimer.



  • The grapevine was a roar with laughter and fun one Norwick night and well into morning. A grand feast hosted in honor of those who slew one Herman the Terror, whatever he might have been. The party ended well after the largest of dwarves tied off a drinking contest with the reigning champion.



  • Cormac Randolph spends another evening at the Grapevine, telling tales and accounts of his storied deeds. A new tale of late spoken over a large mug of beer.

    "…so I done what only one such as I could - and brought a grizzly death to a thousand Goblins. All their armies seemed to gather in one spot and they stood ready to encircle just three of us. Of those many hundreds my companions maybe cut down one a piece..."

    _He goes on to tell of how cursed witcheson had been playing god and would ultimately and without any doubt bring chaos and bloodshed to Norwick's gates. His tone is rowdy and almost welcoming. Though bitter warnings are spun within the tale of gargantuan Goblins that stand as tall as Bugbears, with flesh that seems to turn all but the most savage blows.

    The tale ends, Cormac holding the horned metal head of some fallen enemy aloft._

    "…but even the enchanted suit of metal, with magic sword, could not stand against us. So I claimed it's head as mine and I wear it as a helmet. A reminder to the wizard and his abominations that he has picked a fight with the spirit of wrath, and that I will feed him ruin upon the edge of my blade..."