Tavern Rumors of Peltarch
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Rumours fly of a once familiar face reappearing at the Peltarch commons in a burst of blinding light and ear-piercing sound - the self-proclaimed God-child and Bunny Slayer, ~Leanna~! Spectacular displays of magic followed in the eccentric Leanna's wake - one startled Ilmateri priest temporarily taking the form of a rotund waddling seabird, amongst other oddities.
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Rumor has it that a weary band of adventurers emerged from the Peltarch sewers last night carrying the bodies of three people. Led by Knight of the Order of Defenders Lady Ashena, the company included Celia, Reynauld, Allestor, Romulus, Kalem, and Elena. A guard wearing an unknown red uniform accompanied them to the Temple of the Triad.
There was told the tale of the party's encounter with a new form of undead: bodies animated like zombies and wights, but full of crystal ooze and possessing sonic mind-affecting powers. The ooze inside these bodies flowed like blood and dripped into the grates, but seemed to be alive and turned into crystal oozes and slithering trackers. A female that might have been a blightmage of Talona was controlling them. The party managed to kill her, but her body too was full of ooze.
The party then discovered a group of Cyrcists using a summoning circle to call forth demon Vrocks and Succubi. After a long, hard battle, the party defeated them and destroyed the summoning circle. The three bodies were found on the floor surrounding the summoning circle. They seemingly were members of the same family and Rashemi by appearance: a woman, a youth and a child.
Lady Daisey was unable to restore the bodies to life. The red-cloaked guard was a representative of a Thayan Red Mage, who said he felt the pulse of evil magic from the summoning circle and came with his guards to investigate. It was this guard that told the party about the Talonan blightmage.
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Character: Romulus Grey
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Rumors of war, mercenaires and undead are clearly messing with folks around town.
A doomsayer was seem preaching one evening about how hope is gone and that all should prepape for the inevitable ansd coming end.
When guards finally tried to stop the man's "preaching" at the docks, he seem to have just gone somewhere else, without leaving track.
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_Black clouds rolled in from the south west and poured a storm down upon Pelatch. Above the commons an orange light appeared in the clouds. Two halflings (senator Marty Leaffall and General Theaon of the Legion) Stood amazed as a glowing orange tendril descended from the cloud and wrapped around one of them (senator Marty). The tendril lifted her up into the storm clouds which then hid her from view.
The other halfling (General Theaon) Transformed into a pixie and flew up into the storm where he could be seen being buffered about by the strong winds before disappearing from view also.
Before long both halflings were lowered back to the ground the way the first one was lifted from it. Both appeared to be stunned by their bizarre encounter but were otherwise unharmed._
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_Rumor is heard that late one evening a few days past there was a commotion in the commons. It seems some sort of Doomsayer was spreading prophecies of THE END of all things, as well as a "Death to Hope".
He was soundly refuted by many adventuring types gathered there at the time. However his gloom seemed to strike a cord with several of Peltarch's common folk, and a small panic ensued.
Some claim the fear was spread, perhaps unintentionally, by a certain Bard, and that order was restored only after some of the Defenders put an end to his performance. A claim partially supported by a smashed yartling seen laying in the grass of the commons._
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Rumours speak of a band of vicious kobolds attacking the western farmsteads, lead by a particularily frightening one with eyes of glowing red. The warband managed to kill a few of the hardworking farmers before faithfuls of the Triad came to the rescue, aided by a dwarven priestess.
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_The usual suspects when it comes to cleansing the city's sewers emerge in customarily filthy condition, green, rancid goo dripping from otherwise handsomely shiny plates of knightly types. This time, the sewer patrol can be seen inspecting a small dagger with much interest, their conversation seeming centered around ghosts..
..but what does the elven bard Unen have to do with all that?_
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Sources report a golden haired elf booking passage across the Icelace…or on a caravan bound for Western lands, or coming and going from the commons in a bolt of light.
Similarly, a pair of urchins find themselves flush with cash after the simple task of delivering a pile of receipts to Magistrate Greywing and the Bardic College. What's two grubby orphans with too much money to do? Why steal a long coat, stand one on the others shoulders, and hit the Ferret, of course!
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Rumours in the docks say that ardent (the adjective, not the Half-Elf) entrepreneur Avery Rosewood has managed to purchase himself a ship using revenue earned from a recent convoy expedition.
Experienced sailors scoff at Rosewood's purchase, commenting that the only thing keeping the ship afloat are the mooring lines tying it to the dock. Nevertheless, Avery and Terrington are hard at work bringing the ship up to scratch.
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Merchants report seeing large numbers of warships anchored out in the Icelace. They fly various colours, but haven't been hostile to anyone.
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Five dock worker bodies are found floating by the docks…carved into their chest "Bane is coming"
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Those who frequent the Mermaid and the commons of Peltarch notice a well-dressed elf constantly coming and going. He seems to be gathering supplies at the various shops about town. Within a few weeks’ time a small camp has been erected just within the walls of the south gate. About the time the camp goes up, so do several small fliers in the commons and the Mermaid, as well as being posted on the boards of Norwick so that those who have returned there will see them as well.
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::Chea is seen spending time in Lucky Ferret, wearing Cerulean recruit cloak. She's willing to talk and offer drinks to locals, albeit terribly disoriented with local customs.::
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Four refugees and three guards have been reported missing in the docks lately…
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Cray gives Mystic a sullen nod as he carries some flowers out of the shop, as she's heading in. Cray continues on abruptly, not in the mood to chit chat.
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The faithful Tormite Celia is seen walking out from the Wilting flower shop, quite content and rosy cheeks, a box of chocolate in her hand and thigh high colourful boots under her arm.
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Cray has been frequenting the various establishments of Peltarch, offering reward for information regarding members of the PFLN.
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A party of seven could be seen limping out of the sewers, some so weakened they could barely stand, others simply bloodied and covered in gory things best left unasked about. The significantly less than shiny knight, Ashena Teroldys, issued a warning about powerful undead below, and a vampire in particular.
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On a different note entirely, rumours had it that the western woods housed a sweet little songstress, as some travellers swore they had heard the sound of a little girl's singing there. A small party set out to investigate, bringing back the remains of a fallen adventurer and tales of swooping, malicious harpies!
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Rumours say Mystic is wandering the streets visting every magic and trinkets shoppe asking for a scrying mirror
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_Rumor has it that an odd pair was seen in the commons a day ago. There was an ebony haired, olive skinned man, who spoke common with a thick accent. He wore the trappings of a holy warrior, and a symbol of Mystra about his neck. He claimed to have lost someone he was escorting, until they too turned up in the commons. His Charge was a sun elf maiden, bedecked in bright robes of silk, and constantly writing reminders in a small book of hers.
The pair were seen to wander about the town inquiring where they might find the local Netyarch or Magister. Both seemed stunned that there was no Wizard Lord ruling the city, and even more stunned at the humbleness of the temple to Mystra.
A few who passed the couple close by heard them wonder as to how people got anywhere in this far country by walking, and the man was heard to say he wished he had a carpet on several occasions, to the bafflement of all who were listening. Some more learned individuals claim the two to be from Halruaa in the far Southlands._
