::New rumours heard in the Mermaid::
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Rumors spread all over the city that Lord Aarron Ashald has finally come out and openly declared he will be running for Senator in the upcoming elections. When approached by people on it he smiles and states.
What better way for me to serve the people and the Jewel then by being a Senator. I simply wish, as the Lady Siamorphe does that the most worthy of people govern the city and its populace, perhaps I may be one, only time will tell.
With that he usually walks off and sits on the nearest bench, writing in his journal and answering any question brought to him with a smile.
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A new and shocking rumor has surfaced that a decendant of the line of King Tidus has returned to Peltarch from Hoarsgate. His name is Tidus Clodpin and has filed to run for the senate.
His documents have been turned in to city hall and have been authenticated.
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A great fair was held at the old Alliance Arms Inn. Following an archery competition, a cage fight and a battle game came the largest auction in years. Many thousands of gold changed hands, all in favor to auctionmaster Nico Black, of course.
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It was said that an archery comeptition was sponsored by the city during the festival with numerous figures within the city entering. In the end it was a senators wife taking third as the fair maiden Linah put on an impressive showing. Second was one of the brave defenders of the city, the man named Rando. First place was run by the cities Magistrate and renowned bard Zyphlin, who took home the 2,000 gold piece first prize. It is said later at the announcments for the Order of the Fisher King he donated the prize money to the families of fallen soilders during the civil war.
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Those gathered in the market during the closing of the Festival's first night see a rather inebriated Rath Ashald exchanging words with the blade-dancer Elash. The two men seem dangerously close to drawing blood before they are separated by some of the crowd and everyone goes home.
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Captain Anakore of the Knights of the Cerulean stars seems, despite the many events in and around the city, very much introvert lately. He regards business and cases with what seems to be lack of caring, leaving his Knights to handle them. In the absence of Nicahh he seems to have thrown himself with vigor into mining and crafting, making toys for his daughter and a rumored gift for his teenage son. He seems pretty distracted from the real life around him, as if he is waiting for something or someone to drop by.
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Chaevre' Vaelen was seen going into a room in the mermaid with Emma Lavindo and A cleric, apparently the Keeper of Spellweaver was going to be doing an experiment on Emma to help her sleep as well as to gain a better understanding of her condition through use of mind magics, many hours later Chaevre' and the Cleric were seen leaving, Chaevre' seemed to have had her arm shattered but mended by the cleric, litle is known about the study or how her arm was broken but one thing is certain that Emma was able to get a decent nights rest.
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_A shop that rarely if ever has a shopkeeper walking around in it … a shop that most thought out of buisness ... a derelict building, ever since the crystals poped up and much chaos has come to pass in the nars ...
The shop known as "Leti's Market" or "The Market" had a crate delivered to it's door.
The crate sat there for a good day and a half, like it was delivered to the wrong door around the commons ... then as suddenly as it was there it was gone again...
One or two shady fellows mutter about the activity that is suspected to go on behind those doors and the sudden delivery is a mystery._
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Somewhere in the plane of the dead, a young half-elf sits in the sand and wonders why.
Why did he stay and fight a fight that isn't his own?
Why did he stay and fight while death was obvious and imminent?
Why did he stay and fight, giving his life in sacrifice for a cause without reward?
Why did he stay and fight, despite the fact nobody would care about it, and that his sacrifice would be forgotten quickly in the memory of a single mistake in the past.. the result of an action not even his own choice.
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_A slender moon elf has been seen picking about the sites of the recent attacks on the city. Dressed in expensive looking clothing and taking notes on a piece of vellum parchment with a stick of charcoal, he went about his business stoically; unphased by the devestation. On one occasion, the veridian-eyed elf was heard to speak to a number of frightened citizens, themselves still unsettled by the incidents;
"Demons one day, undead the next. A host of dark forces set their will against your city. Now is the time for us to look to strong leaders, if indeed there are any left."_
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The beautiful bard, Clandra, has been seen often in the public with Senator Rath Ashald. It seems to be something else than her usual flirtatious self, as she doesn't jump at other men whil Rath is around..
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Tales spread of a great battle at the gates of the temple. Word tells of those in blue and gold armour standing again at the forefront. Shoulder to shoulder with the magistrates and the allies of good and true within the city and the lands. Those there speak of great acts of courage, not just from the battle hardened defenders, but also from the populace themselves. One man felling a powerful skeletal foe with a strong right hook was seen being praised by Sir Mariston Thel. Though the city faced a great peril, the fire and darkness passed. Particular note is made of Senator Roland and Sir Shannon, the implacable Merum and the Lady Lortaine. The elven bard Meril and the quiet and rarely seen Eluriel, the magistrates Barrim and Zyphlin. Many notice a spring in the step and a return of more joyful expressions on many in the blue and gold. Over the next few days Sir Mariston Thel is oft seen going to the temple. Tales say he spends much time tending the shrine of Torm and speaking happily with Priestess Daisy and Priest Galin.
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The Magistrate Barrim spends a fair while in his room recovering from his monumental exertions fighting near limitless undead near the steps of the temple of Tyr, alongside the divine shield, and others, including the magistrate zyphlin who he compliments in particular. His armour has been sent to the city armoury for extensive repair, and his old shield is looking distinctly more battered than usual.
He recounts to his close friends that at one point it was only he and Zyphlin who were defending the temple agianst monstrous and very strong undead a fine moment in his life he is heard to recount. The poetry of the moment was not lost on him, the two servants of justice close to giving their lives in defence of the temple of the even handed one.
The magistrate was heard to utter curses of contempt against undead in general, and is incresingly intolerant folk say on such creations.
He was heard during the battle to utter "I have finally found a use for the damn eastlanders, their maces serve at least some function"
He later sends a note to the temple, enquiring on the health of the priests and warriors of the temple.
He then goes on the search for a mastercrafter in silver, both in shields and weapons.
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Outside the temple, the afternoon sky falls strangely dark. Cobblestones crack and fires rise to engulf the entire street. Out of the flames the dead emerge in their tireless, limitless hordes, intent on the small group of soldiers and heroes guarding the temple's doors. The onslaught continues for several hours until it seems that hell itself is ready to consume the city - and then, somehow, it is over.
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For a few days now, a man of average height has been spotted standing on ridges in the snow-covered pass, a somewhat ragged cloak, dark as midnight pulled around him and his face concealed by an equally dark helmet, that almost seems to be part of the ensemble. He stands there near motionless for hours, just staring out across the pass as freezing winds blow across the hills, snow piles up and travellers pass by. Those who do not instantly recognize the figure, and try to approach, hear a faint whisper on the wind, before the man fades from sight.
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Alejandra is not seen about the Commons as much of late, though someone may have seen her walk by mumbling softly and tallying numbers in her head, a bundle of books and several sheets of parchment with quickly scribbled notes in her arms.
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For a while, the pale and sickly figure of the infamous priestess of Beshaba can be seen sitting near the temple, watching and occasionally chatting with passerbys. But obviously her interest lies more in knowing who comes and goes to the temple of Tyr. After a long while, she finally stands up, a mere hint of her usual warm smile remaining on her pale lips.
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Word continues to spread of strange blue and glowing kobolds seen in the foothills, and of repeated threats from an unknown mage.
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A somewhat battered group return from the foothills, overheard they are heard to speak of saurus. A guard approaches the group and indicates that scouts have learned of more of the creatures…again the group head out.
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A careworn group of five enters Peltarch from the west. Prominent among them are two knights in blue and gold armour. The occasional snatch of conversation mentions bars, ogres, and ladies of ill repute.
