Many nights later of frequent dusk to dawn searching Glír Nightenggale gritting her teeth, kicked the sundial in frustration, "How can I still not find her? I've been running and skulking around the city for weeks now and haven't spotted or heard from her once, and I've searched this entire city several times!" She had stopped her personal messaging business, purely focusing on this search, yet had not seen a shadow or heard a whisper since she made her decision to figure The Poofy Lady out. Sighing Glír made her way to the gardens in Peltarch commons to relax for awhile and think, after entering and sitting on a nearby bench she looked up at the well lit moonlight, "Seriously, she must've left the city at some point... Will I have to expand my search further..? The roads haven't been very safe of late though..." Sighing again she pulls an apple from her bag and takes a bite out of it as she continues to think aloud, "It might be good practice to sneak down to Norwick and begin searching there... But it might also just turn out to be a major time sink, with no results to be yielded... Wait..." Stopping herself from taking another bite of her apple as she comes across another idea, "Maybe I can pay other people for information..? It might work, but I haven't been doing my messaging business the last couple of weeks and my funds aren't doing so well... And cutting back on apples is unacceptable." Shaking her head as she takes another bite of the apple. "But seriously... What do I do to find the Poofy Lady..? I should've at least tried to get her name... Maybe I'll have to find Mr. Raryldor and see what info he might cough up? They seemed to know each other..." Tilting her head as she finishes yet another bite of the apple and nods to herself, "Yeah... I am going to have to seek out some outside help at least... But no one else will see her if she doesn't want them to... Hmmm... Yea, I'll look for Mr. Raryldor, then see what information I might be able to get from him on the Poofy Lady." Finishing up the apple with another big bite, Glír takes the seeds and scatters them around the garden while kicking dirt over each spread out seed before leaving the gardens and heading back to Sundial Circle to search some more, "Well, might as well keep searching until I see Mr. Raryldor again."

[[A hooded halfling, one of Peltarch’s gardeners, takes position in various places about Peltarch, standing on the sun dial in the commons, on a barrel in the market place, on the rant stand , and on the city wall. She sings in her loudest voice the words of a familiar song, but it is more of a dirge than the jaunty tune some have heard before. Rather than her usual tapping on her tambourine, she bashes on it loudly to keep a steady beat. (The song is sung to the tune of "Go Tell it on the Mountain": Peter, Paul & Mary Mahalia Jackson )]] Go tell it to the moun-tain Over nature he takes good care-yeah Go tell it to the moun-tain Jerrick Rafe is there. GLACIER is ADVA-A-NCING, To freeze our fields so fair But SLOWLY now he’s in the mountain We’re sustained by his love and care. Go tell it to the moun-tain Over nature he takes good care-yeah Go tell it to the moun-tain Jerrick Rafe is there. [[Finishing her song, Marty pulls back her hood, revealing a scruffy mop of blond hair, and a stripe of black painted across her eyes]] SONs of PELTARCH! You have heard this song sung to you many times, and for many years! Many, many years ago, Jerrick Rafe became one with the sacred mountain, granting him the power to maintain balance between the seasons. His daughter Leena Rayfe, and Captain Romulus Grey of the Legion of Troff, both testified to his ascension. [[Marty holds up a small leather bound tract - the SCRIPTURES of St JERRICK]] According to the testimony of Leena, we know that "Gradually, winter is coming back. ... The land of snow and seasons is returning.". We know that "He would return Narfell to the way it was… but slowly", the Nars once again being covered in snow and ice as it was in old days. We had this time by Jerrick's grace! What have we done with the time granted to us!? Have we prepared? Have we changed our crops to produce more hardy against snow and ice? Have we mended one another's roofs? Have we given warm cloaks to one another? [[She holds the small book of scriptures up again]] Have we, as Leena declared, held a festival at the beginning of winter to celebrate balance? Would it not have been, in her words, "appropriate", knowing the sacrifice that Jerrick made to keep the balance? The Servants of Auril are upon us! Their goal is to cover the land in SNOW and ICE! Their plan is to make us SUFFER! They toil to force TRIBUTE to be paid to their Frostmaiden. HEAR ME! She will not be APPEASED! All homage and supplication made to her only empowers her and gives momentum to her agenda! Peltarch WILL be COVERED IN ICE and SNOW! But by the grace of Jerrick, not so fast that we are not able to ready ourselves! So I BEG YE! SONS and DAUGHTERS of the JEWEL! DO NOT BEND THE KNEE! PAY NO TRIBUTE! Instead, celebrate Leena's festival IN YOUR HEARTS! BRING FAITH TO BEAR for BALANCE, and surely JERRICK's GRACE will continue to slow the advance of the frost, and thwart the servants of the Frostmaiden in their attempt to DEFILE the NATURAL ORDER!

I found the shaded version on an old external hardrive and will upload them as soon as the service is available!

Definitely find the originals Kronan, i like bringing out pictures from my own archive from back in the day

Ravos has been seen with his good lady wife, the Lady Varya Tiller more often of late since their return from Norwick. They were seen to be rather well scrubbed by the time they got back to the city, though until a number of visits to the bathhouse had been completed and the deep cleaning of their arming jackets and other garb did they deem to show their face in public. The story of the battle with the Gargantuan purple worm "Titus Phallus" and the goblin torturer Wormtongue is starting to get around. With them was Sam and Noemi also, who some say they trust implicitly in matters of combat, though perhaps that's just the melee teamwork Varya and Ravos are known to engage in with their enemies. Ravos as Daedalus company commander of the stonemasons and carpenters guild, has extended offers of trade and workings in wood and stone to the largely demolished Norwick from the southern inner gate to the Grapevine inn, and it seems the potential for honest profit is considerable as he reports to Cobin Daedalus guildmaster reporting that he contributed to the rescue of a famous Norwick citizen and able woodsman of the region, Lence. With rumours that the tunnel that still exists in the centre of town made by the titan purple worm leads all the way to Rashemen, the Abyss, or the realm of some goblin god the story differs depending on who you speak to in Norwick. Though there's talk already about what should be done with it. Mining, transport, or just guard it as only a few it seem to know how far it goes, in a long and indirect route. At home, it's rumoured that Valdabrin, long since come of age is getting itchy feet and could be making plans to leave, while Esmerelda is still perfecting her pie-making, and as of yet showing no signs of leaving home. The absence of their mother, in spirit for a long while in repect of Varya's faith in the Grain Goddess, is yet to be seen in terms of the effect on the children but Varya's return to the manor farms. Her presence there may be seen as a stranger returning to a house of adults who will be off of their own way soon, their time under the influence of Ravos alone for some while, but contrasting with Varya's zeal in faith returning could have an interesting change on the region as both seem determined and concerned by the complexities and potential for victory, disaster or deception by the forces concerned with and opposing the temple of the triad's latest endeavour to cleanse the city hall fountain.

The Narfell News Issue: May 27, 2024 Infernal Creatures Attack Peltarch: Town Guard and Seafarers Sustain Losses Peltarch was thrown into chaos last night as rumors of infernal creatures materializing at the city hall fountain proved horrifyingly true. Eyewitnesses report the sudden appearance of hell hounds, dretches, and succubi, causing panic among the townsfolk. In a fierce and pitched battle, the town guard and Seafarers swiftly responded to the threat, engaging the foul creatures in a desperate bid to protect the city. The clash was intense, with the infernal beings demonstrating terrifying power and ferocity. Despite their bravery and determination, the defenders suffered losses in the brutal confrontation. Several guards and Seafarers fell in the line of duty, their sacrifices ensuring the safety of Peltarch's citizens. As dawn breaks over the city, questions remain unanswered. What dark forces are behind this sudden surge of infernal activity? Why did these creatures target Peltarch, and could this be a sign of more sinister events to come? City officials have yet to release a statement, but the mood among the populace is one of unease and vigilance. Residents are urged to remain cautious and report any unusual occurrences to the authorities immediately. Stay tuned to The Narfell News for updates as we continue to investigate this troubling event and seek to uncover the truth behind these infernal manifestations.

Ravos as always is often alongside his wife the Lady Varya Tiller, in matters pertaining to the city, and it is known they share many common ideas on how to combat the Giants and other threats to the respectable order and prosperity of the city. He was also seen to add his voice to her comments to Defender captains. He speaks after a long while listening to the address by Varya, and any intentions expressed by the Defender officers. "It's clear to anyone there's a level of organisation and perhaps even unity among giantkin in the region, of late. And they have demonstrated suitable siege-making capability demonstrating their ability to organise to build centres of siegecraft around what is clearly a skilled cadre of engineers or artillerymen. We can indeed push into giant lands, as their posture indicates probing efforts, and practice of certain tactics. I would suspect this is solidify an element of their tribes as deserving leadership for a kind of future action against civilisation in this region." "There are certain options possible, We radically improve our magical defences on the city borders and walls in order to destroy magically or via our works any attempt to build a siege camp including the ability to outrange any known device. We occupy and build strong keeps along the border as a line of defence, involving multiple layers and techniques As I said at a recent guardsman's funeral, we seek to unify under bonds of mutual defence the towns in the region." And we turn our beach-deployment of defenders, into a far more fortified and draining influence on all giant lines of communication, supply and scouting." "Those are the simplest options, anything more complicated we shall have to speak in private, but i call upon all Dwarven kin, and any carpenters or masons who don't yet work within the guild to seek me out as the Daedalus Guild representative, as truly your people have a long tradition in combatting these foes. However, there are more extreme options, and more diplomatic options. However those are unlikely to be well received by many though as i said a moment ago, there are many options available. We can act with the command of the King, or those of common interest can try with consultation with those such as Lady Varya, seek to resolve the threat alone.." [For those guildmembers, defenders, friends or guards who know Ravos best, perhaps they have a hint that he has something completely different in mind... He then heads off to consult with the current councillors and guilds to gather their thoughts as to the threat]

The following song is heard in various taverns throughout Peltarch. Some say that it was first heard in the Pissing Goat, but as Noemi tells it, she heard it somewhere else. The song starts off with a steady intro on a mandolin or lyre. It start with a background and sung lightly In the heart of Peltarch, the jewel of the land, There ruled a young king with a scepter in his hand. His name was whispered through many cobblestone streets, A tale of lavish excess, and opulent elites He wore silken robes, adorned with jewels and gold, While the common folk starved and shivered in the cold. His feasts were very grand, and wine flowed like streams, But little did they know, it was all built on dreams. At this point the song picks up tempo and sung louder (Chorus) Oh, Thalaman the king, with a crown of deceit, You danced in royal halls, your subjects at your feet. A generation lost, their blood in the soil, As you reveled in pleasures, wrapped in silk and foil. Again it switches back to the quiet, sung narration The war drums beat, and young men marched away, Their dreams of valor, their hopes held at bay. You toasted their bravery, and raised the goblets high, But their sacrifice reflected in the tear-streaked sky. Your palace walls echoed with laughter and good cheer, While widows and orphans wept, and mothers shed their tears. The treasury bled, drained by lavishness, Yet you danced through the night, unaware of distress. It picks up beat like the first chorus, with audience participation welcome (Chorus) Oh, Thalaman the king, with a crown of deceit, You danced in royal halls, your subjects at your feet. A generation lost, their blood in the soil, As you reveled in pleasures, wrapped in silk and foil. (Chorus Repeat) Oh, Thalaman the king, with a crown of deceit, You danced in royal halls, your subjects at your feet. A generation lost, their blood in the soil, As you reveled in pleasures, wrapped in silk and foil. Back to a quiet ending And so goes the saga of Thalaman the king, His legacy tarnished, praises we no longer sing. May the next ruler learn from his deeds and our strife, To lead with compassion, and not a lavish life.

Please keep in mind Sunday is also Daylight savings, plan accordingly.

Nihil sine Lege With the reconstruction of Peltarch largely being completed, and many of the powers that be now looking outward against new external threats, Cobin Daedalus has determined now is the time for his tenure as Acting Guard General to wind down. Daedalus had reluctantly stepped into the role at royal request, following the defection of the previous Guard General Velhar, who fled the Jewel's justice following the downfall of her erstwhile ally, Jessica Whyte. Now, Councillor Daedalus has made it known he will bring a shortlist of candidates for the position of Guard General to the Royal Council for consideration. Expected candidates are the existing Guard Captains; Fortescue, Halbrook and Garand, but the Councillor is said to be open-minded about submissions from others who may wish to be considered. So long as they are citizens of Peltarch and have solid leadership experience, be it within the Guard, the Defenders or perhaps even other organisations, due consideration will be given. Any citizen interested in furthering the cause of Law and Order in Peltarch is invited to recommend any appropriate candidates to Councillor Daedalus, and to attend the public meeting of the Royal Council where the shortlist will be reviewed, and a final recommendation submitted to King Thalaman. [DM Lazarus]

The poster has been updated as some of the items have already been fully stocked!