Rumors of the Valley



  • Hinnish Bard Vera C. Tingle rushes to the scene as she hears of the disappearings, asking anyone if they'd seen anything at all the morning Bravda's gone missing.



  • Rary heads to Bravda's home



  • Bravda's family informs anyone asking that he was last seen heading to bed at a rather early hour, and was gone by the morning.



  • Raryldor takes notice, and begins asking around town about her last whereabouts



  • _Bravda Bigginsfoot, one of the most well-known hin gardeners of all time, has been reported missing.

    No traces were left of poor Bravda, leaving his family quite distraught and begging for anyone who knows his whereabouts.

    The shrubs are already looking a bit out of control without Bravda._



  • A charming gnomish bard dressed in purple visits the Valley, asking the locals about their feelings on one Filtan family. If asked why she's asking, she mentions the fire that happened in their house and that she's looking for the heir to the property.



  • _A cascade of the most foul smelling dung rains down on the Silver Valley, day in and day out, with farmer Drem humming happily throughout. Everyone with any sense - or sense of smell - hides out in the Silver Streams, the stench absolutely sickening. An assorted group of tallies and right-sized come to the rescue however, setting boldly out by the cover of night, towards the Howling Woods. They return some hours later, limping and covered in blood and poo splatter - but triumphant!

    Despite Drem's fond idea of Chauntea answering her prayers with manure, the adventurers tell a different tale, that of a mad goblin mastermind and his catapoo'lt, now smashed to pieces and defeated!_



  • Rumor has it Beourn may have angered the some of the casters in the silver valley. How is yet unknown but such a charming dwarf…well...


  • Legion

    Junior scampers about the Silver Valley trying to find a volunteer to run North to request aid from Peltarch, the Legion, and whoever else might come to their rescue.

    When she's told it would be easier just to Magic Messages she stands baffled for a few seconds before shouting, "Okay, do that!"


  • Legion

    There's a shout.

    "Soddy for Councilor of Arcane!"

    A few others pick it up and yell in agreement before they return to their panicked shouting.



  • Among the criers of outrage, etc., is the Hin Soddy, who himself cries out, "Indeed! How could this have happened! Maybe we should do something about our leadership if they're going to be so passive and ineffectual! O' praise the shield and sword-bearers but shame upon their superiors!"


  • Legion

    Half of the residents of the Valley watched as the Bugbears crashed through the gate. Panic quickly spreads.

    "How did the bugbears break through?!"

    "It's not safe here!"

    "I haven't seen most of the Council in ages! Where's our leadership?!"


  • The Halfling Defence League

    The Valley has been bloodied. Piles of goblins and hobgoblins corpses littered the south gate, waves of the goblinkin coming to be beaten aside by the defenders.

    Initially, the defense consisted of the regular guards around the gate, Zipwistle, and Argent. After several waves were cut down, they were joined by a contingent from Norwick, consisting of the dwarves Beourn and Boldbar, Lence, Eluriel, and Ardent.

    After vicious battle, great hobgoblin warriors struck the ranks, and cut down Ardent. Despite urgings to abandon the field, the defense held longer than the leadership of the hobgoblin horde, whom pulled back, for now.


  • Legion

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    If Nelor could understand gnomish he would wonder what the crazy Benji was talking about, since there is NEVER a bow across his shoulders

    ((Sorry, IG you said you carried a bow so I assumed it was visible. Ignore that post from Benji!))



  • If Nelor could understand gnomish he would wonder what the crazy Benji was talking about, since there is NEVER a bow across his shoulders


  • Legion

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    A rather tall dark haired elf is seen looking around for either Ginger Tealeaf or Benji. He tells those who ask that his name is Nelo Dy'nei and he was looking for some information on a gnomes family.

    (( We can either communicate by PM or else IG on mountain late night time. ))

    Benji almost politely answers… but then he sees a bow slung over Nelor's shoulder.

    " <gnomish>Fark off stick and stringer. I ain't no gnome."</gnomish>

    He then gets back to inventing or cooking dinner or whatever he does wit his time nowadays.



  • Rumor spreads that an old gnome sat in a loincloth in the rain with three tallies, beating on a drum and singing to the rain, before finally quieting down and having a long discussion with them. Some say there was tears, there was laughter, there was wonderful tales… but nothing exploded so as gnomish things go, it could not have been THAT interesting.



  • A large group of "adventuring types" were seen (right sized and other wise), carrying a large box that seemed to be playing a light musical tune through the valley a day or so ago.



  • A rather tall dark haired elf is seen looking around for either Ginger Tealeaf or Benji. He tells those who ask that his name is Nelo Dy'nei and he was looking for some information on a gnomes family.

    (( We can either communicate by PM or else IG on mountain late night time. ))



  • Ardent is going to seek out this older muttering cranky gnome, possibly by standing on his lawn. She seeks him out mentioning respectfully that herself and the much respected Aelhearn and Eluriel seek such gloves and shall pay fair prices for them.