Rumors heard throughout Oscura.
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Some might have noticed drelan talking to a shape shifter of sorts that seemed elven and carried a spear and shield. They ddin't seem to communicate very well Drelan looking confused for most of the welcome. They talked for a while the creature skipping around him before they disapeared to the undercity. Several days later the pair was seen again Drelan half dressed and the elf seeming confused and sad they having an argument of some sort. It got heated at the front gate Drelan shouting something at the elf about it not listening as it turned into a dragon escaping his grasp and flew away.
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A small dark figure who lurks in the dark, has been seen from time to time inpsecting the city.
After a lot of lurking, and earsdroping it goes and sees someone about a job.
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Dre can be seen playing welcome ambassador to Oscura to any new strangers that might wander into the coppers. Seems he might have plans for something afoot.. What that is though is anyone's guess
//any active oscy people drop me a pm please want to see if interest in something
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Cray spends his days sitting around at the park in Oscura. Cray reads for hours on end while smoking his distinct smelling cigars and chatting up passersbys. The only thing out of the ordinary is that Cray's beholder Lefty is not with him. Cray is never seen in Oscura without the company of Lefty, so any observant Oscurian would notice this fact.
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Bards and common folks speak by the fires and inns of Ostertag the Coward! Rumor has it his strongest guard chalLenged Grag to a duel if won he would be granted passage. Once loosing Grag was invited inside osterdoggs fortress. Suddenly it is said grag was ambushed by 6 more of his strongest axe weilding fiends! "If grag can defeat 6 at once they must be weak! Look how old and fat grag is he can hardly move his feet!!" "His axe chopped them in two let us all join forces and defeat osterdogg too!"
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_Cray Vincint has been seen in Oscura recently after another long disappearance from the city. He spends days at a time in the library. Talking quietly with his Beholder, as he reads through tome after tome. Sometimes Cray can be seen napping while seated at a desk, with is face buried in an open book, while his Beholder is keeping a watchful eye of the other goings on.
He can occasionally be seen walking back and forth from the library to his residence in the docks, when in need of proper rest._
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Eyes watch the foreign man from the darkness, silently trying to discern his intentions.
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_A trio of women return from the depths of the Kuo Toa caves, bearing not only the expected bruises and cuts from such a trip, but also a tale of something decidedly more unusual.
Cradling a casket of some type of golden liquid as gently as if it were her own child, the tall blonde of the group speaks in wonderous tones of the beautiful winged creature that they helped set free from entrapment._
"To think it start vith juss simpel stubborn determination to move silli rocks aside for the old man, and end vith being granted the boon of an angel.. It be no drink for everiday, huh sister?"
The blonde grins widely at the large half-orc female in red beside her, the latter carefully sliding a small vial into a box while emitting her customary "uh-huh" in response. The blonde goes on as she hefts a heavy pack onto her back:
"Mare, this make for good song for you I bet, or tale to make chillren's eyes go round!"
The third woman, a slender and decidedly pretty red-head in tight blue leathers, nods and smiles, tucking her own boon away securely.
//kudos to Caoimh for introducing the element of the unexpected
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A man of foreign countenance, and obviously not blooded, has been seen conversing with Mulhorandi ex-slaves in their native tongue. He frequents the taverns and the slave markets in the docks as well.
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The commoners and guards have been speaking of current affairs within the city lately…
((Gotta love the rumor system added by the Devs :!: Talk to guards and commoners to hear the latest gossip within Oscura.))
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The becoming middle aged man can be seen sitting back in his usual chair at the coppers muttering about an addiction to Kura Turan cuisine. Indeed he seems to seldom leave that chair of late.
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Dondiah walks up to the man with the strange blue eyes, tucking some golden hair behind her pointed ear.
"Excuse me sir…do you know much about this region?"
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A man with eerie blue eyes watches the traffic pass seeming to make himself seen in case he's needed.
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A blond haired, golden skinned elf with a meloncholy expression can be seen exploring the region, it is quite obvious she has never been there before.
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Glunk has been seen wandering the streets of Oscura, trying to wear down a new pair of shiny leather boots.
Those who ask him about it get a shrug in reply, but he nonetheless continues doing so.
Every now and then he stamps his feet, grimaces a little, and continues on his walking.
Those with good eyesight might catch a glimpse of some fine material poking out of his backpack.
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A swirling gust of wind blows up and seems to cyclone a moment startling everyone there before a voice speaks out from the wind..
Greetings and salutations. Feel free to join the festivites celebrating the marriage of Parsley Tealeaf and Peppy Twiddlefingers this week ((Monday 10pm Eastern)) at the Sisterhood in Jiyyd.
almost immediately the wind dies down and quiets out, leaving people with a surprised and confused look to their face.
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Something seems to follow the man, eminating an 'evil' aura. Those with keen eyesight may notice the hazy outline of a man in platemail following the man. Every once in a while, the spectre rubs his bald pate.
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_From the depths of the Oscuran Undercity a seldom seen figure trudges out. The man, or what's left of him, has sunken features. His skin is pale, almost white. He walks with a hunch and poor posture; his head is completely bald. While typically obscured by a black and gray cloak, those that catch a glimpse of his face could swear that he wasn't more than 40 years of age.
The figure carries a large pack along with a handful of books, and walks with more strength than his crooked appearance lets on. He proceeds to the city's library, and instead of emerging with a new stack, as has been his routine for years, he steps out a short while later with his hands unburdened. Already more seen now by the denizens of the upper city than they have seen him in years, the man stops at the first merchant he happens across and drops the pack to the ground with a satisfying thud. The hunched figure then quickly pawns off most of the items in the bag. He forgoes haggling, and has little care of the price he receives. One item of note was a small, ornate lute that was in almost pristine condition, but it too was sold with little care for the price and certainly no regrets for the loss of the item. With his pack now substantially lighter he heads off to complete one final task, and delivers a single letter to a post courier.
The decrypted looking man then heads for the docks, and with nary a look behind him or a goodbye to anyone he boards a boat…and is perhaps never to be seen again._
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A hinnish Legion soldier was seen asking around Oscura. The name Grag was mentioned a few times raising a few eyebrows. The corporal and his recruit fled Oscura after getting in a fist fight with a homeless man.
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Glunk has been seen, making somewhat of a spectacle of himself at the well of souls in Oscura, kneeling before it in prayer.
He doesn't move from the spot for a week, praying constantly and fervently. Occassionally he pulls out a ritualistic dagger and slashes his skin, bleeding openly into the well.
As the week continues, he becomes weaker and weaker, and more delirious, until he eventually collapses from exhaustion.
