::New rumours heard in the Mermaid::
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_The morning rays of the sun hadn't quite touched the Icelace this morning, but the dock hands were busy going about the business of loading and unloading the various docked ships. More than a few yawns can be seen from a few hungover workers, but then a scream splits the chill morning air chasing away most signs of sleep. A few rush over to find a middle aged woman with a basket of ragged cloth shirts standing over a corpse. Some just glance at the body and move on back to their work having seen more than a few dead bodies laying in a gutter, especially in the Docks.
A few sleepy guards respond to the gathering and usher everyone back about their business. The woman still shaken moves on her way to the market to sell her wares and most of the small crowd moves on. Some linger to talk about the poor fella and try to figure out just who he was. Rumors go around that he was a merchant, new to the area, that was becoming quite successful. Others say that he was a stuggling bard who must have sang poorly the night before. Mostly though, people don't care.
One of the guards grabs his hands and the other his feet as they haul him a few hundred paces to the Morgue._
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Nate rubs his neck at the urchins, smiling a friendly smile. Clearing his throat after a light chuckle, he flips a few of them some coins. "Jeez, who put you guys up to this?"
Nate sees the 'artistic' posters and remembers to have a word with Gildor. He grumbles, "My reputation is just tumbling down into a hole somewhere…"
His cheeks turn red and he wanders off to find his troublesom assistant.
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It is rumored that the Lucky Ferret got a new fold out pin-up illustration for sale. Yes, you can now buy your own Nest Windgate poster, drawn with some artistic freedom for the neck and down.
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Zyphlin laughs out loud hearing the song, amazingly relieved for once the attention on another bard, and enjoying it thuroughly, and can actually be heard humming the tune himself at times chuckling
By Finder, i'm liking this little lady…
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Sierra can be seen leaning against a post at the edge of the commons, humming the "Faerun Nate Wingates Fan Club Association" song, tapping her foot along with the beat.
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The street urchins of Peltarhc have a new song they delight in singing inbetween snatching treats from market stalls and dogeing the guards. It spreads rapidly and soon the city's alleys and squares echo with….
(Sung to the Tune of "The American Honky Tonk Bar Association", by Garth Brooks)
_If you’re a lady lookin’ for some fun
And your bored of the same ole’ fancy fop
If your hearts been longin’
For a man who’s worth his stock
If you need man who’s got the magic touch
And rectify the grim love life situation…That you're facingContact your local Fae-run Nate Win-gates Fan Club…Association
When your man jus’ can’t cut it
Most of the times you don't mind
But when he’s lost all his romantic notions
That’s where you gotta draw the line
Ladies rejoice, you have a choice
If you're wonderin’ were you can find real a man
It’s Nate Wingates who’s got the planJust join the local Fae-run Nate Win-gates Fan Club… Association
Ladies
You better be-lieve that
He’s got that thing
That Smooth-touch
You’ll like it so much
you’ll scream out loudHis heart is in his music
And he loves to play it loudThere’s no forms or applications
To join his fan club
just go find him
and show him your a-ppre-ciationHis heart is in his music
And he loves to play it loudThere’s no forms or applications
To join his fan club
just go find him
and show him your a-ppre-ciationLadies
You better be-lieve that
He’s got that thing
That Smooth-touch
You’ll LOVE it so much
you’ll scream out loudHis heart is in his music
And he loves to play it loudThere’s no forms or applications
To join his fan club
just go find him
and show him your a-ppre-ciationIt's the Fae-run Nate Win-gates Fan Club…Association
Do not de-lay
Ladies go join to-day
The F-N-W-F-C-A
The F-N-W-F-C-A_
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_Sierra Ju'ent leans against a wall, well hidden in the shadows, and the brim of her hat pulled down over her eyes.
As she hears the gossip, she can’t help but grin smugly.
Suddenly she laughs to herself as she sees Nathen fleeing from a gaggle of Noble women.
Poor Nate.
He's too set in his ways.
This'll do him some good.
And that's when Sierra got her most evil idea yet._
“This is gonna be some of the best gold I ever spent on entertainment.”
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Apparently, a great many Eastlanders who have recently ventured into Peltarch lands have met a grisly fate at the claws of a frighteningly glowing troll-like creature. Thus far, the troll has been seen to take no prisoners, decimating the bandits "in the name of Peltarch."
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_Nate sighs as the group of noblewoman take to following him, rubbing his forhead and mumbling about lying assistants. The name Sierra coming up more then a few times.
He smiles distantly and does his best to be polite, trying to find a moments peace every now and then._
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In traditional style, as he's done for the past decade or so, he chuckles at the sighs and gives a few flirty comments before grinning his 20 year old grin and heads off to a different part of the city leaving them wondering how he managed to stay so youthful
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… their mothers still sigh when Zyphlin passes by...
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::laughs::
FINALLY! I got rid of them all!
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A small group of Noblewomen takes to following Nate arround giggiling and blushing and exclaiming 'its all true!'
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Anna Sigerlson can be seen moving about the city with wrapped boxes and even going to the city bakeries and such. Seems she is getting ready for a birthday party of some sort
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Alice Marrian has been heard remarking that her seventeenth birthday is just around the corner. She seems to be happy with being another year older and looks forward to what the next year will bring.
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Evendur recently held the encore presentation of his Azuthan sermon in the commons to a much larger audience than the original. His mood appears to be improved as a result, despite some sort of altercation with the Eastlanders he is reported to have had only days before.
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Rumor has it that charred kobolds are found through out the foothills. Burned and some seen to have been bitten by a large dog.
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_Natanya does not quite know what to make of this news at first, she stands still contemplating it with a grave expression.
She expresses worry at the thought that now the bandits might be provoked in to an assault on the city that is already facing several attacks from other enemies, she is disgusted with the defilement of their bodies even that of a bandit, and she is saddened by the way her symbol has been used for this brutal display.
At first opportunity she gets she moves in to the Nars, and removes the heads from the stakes and gives them all a proper burial. She blesses the graves and burns the Tyrrian marked wood in a large bonfire.
Odd thing is though, she seem to have little issue with them being dead._
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Anyone heading north to Peltarch would notice a line of stakes with heads on them at the border to Peltarch's officially claimed lands. Some of the heads still have common signs of Eastlander affiliation in them(tattoos, patches of purple and/or orange cloth in their hair, etc.). Each stake has the symbol of Tyr carved into it. On one of the stakes is a note:
"Eastlanders aren't welcome on Peltarchian lands. Unless you're coming to surrender, turn back here or die."
It is signed:
"Your friendly local Peltarchians. "
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_Trappers and Kobold bead-traders who venture into the foothills west of the city report the wild blowing of ogre horns echoing down from the Giantspire Mountains throughout a day and a night.
The next night, greasy bonfires can be seen on peaks in the distance. Some older traders assert that the giants and ogres burn their dead after particularly great losses to prevent a sudden epidemic of disease or undeath, and speculate some sort of battle may have been fought._
-Lagermane
