Tavern Rumors of Peltarch
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Rumor has it that the daughter of Evendar Valwick, who had been had been kidnapped along with her guard, was finally returned to her father, though the guard had seemingly perished at sea.
Further rumors fly about that a large pirate ship worth many thousands of coin had also been donated to the Peltarch Navy, courtesy of the witch Chea and the Church of Chauntea!
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Vague rumours begin to circulate about a mysterious mage abducting people, subjecting them to torturous games for his own amusement. Most details of these rumours vary, but for one - accept no written invitations to play.
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_Murmurs can be heard from the staff of the inn about the strange occurrences of elves drinking ale. Not just a pint here or there, but pints … the ones with a bit of bite to them. Have the elves gone loony?
The bartender states a theory behind this all, "Dwarves! Dwarves I tell you. I seen 'em pushin' ale on elves all the time out yonder in the courtyard I do! For what ever reason I no not ... silly elves. I make more coin on there fancy smancy wines... buggers!!"_
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The priestess looking somewhat frustrated, can be seen striding back home after spending some time in the commons. A sign on the door knob reading "Do not disturb unless urgent!" On her door knob. Rumor has it the mage Elva might have asked her for something with the priestess reluctantly agreeing! So much for her once-a-tenday off!
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"Alvi walks by and see the distraught horse that is Private Lyla Kane's horse she shakes her head"
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Raryldor consistently feeds and waters Lyla Kane's, poor, neglected horse, and has been doing so for some time.
((=P))
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The Abyssal expedition returns to Peltarch, apparently victorious. At least, it appears like Darvan and Guard have recovered from their affliction, and are no longer rotting inescapably. Despite that, there is certain bitter after-taste for prices paid and to be paid as consequence of what happened in that place, but all in all, the day was won and everyone lives on.
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Lady Maurina of Thar has been spotted once again in the commons. After some words were exchanged with several adventurers and introductions were made, the powerful magician bartered some items with the city's newest Inquisitor, the Shieldmaiden Nuwairah Zarah'kifa. Both women teleported away shortly after.
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Gossipy tongues wag about a less than cordial exchange of words between Elisa Horgath and the bards Nate Wingates and Isolde Garibaldi. The playwright who popularized Rath Ashald back in the Senate's days of glory was apparantly offered a seat as court jester, should Elisa be Queen. A less than welcome suggestion with Isolde, who apparantly got lippy with the Thayan.
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_More rumours about the Shaundakulite Krovel, this one claiming that the Vanity-addicted priest chose a new look of such villainous appearance that a zealous Guardsman opted to club him repeatedly and haul the decorated war-hero off to Gaol, no questions asked.
The rumour goes on to detail the ardour and righteous rage of the priest's paladin paramour, Darvan Roth, in trying to spring the wrongfully accused from behind cold prison bars._
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_In the wake of the city's grand medal ceremony feast, the partying seems to continue. Waves of drunken revellers with goat's masks meander through the streets singing and occasionally decorating the nearest gutter in shades of puke, on their way to and from the center of celebrations - Ashald Park. Here, shocked tongues wag, an actual Satyr hosted the wild revelry with much abandon of propriety and inhibitions.
A more specific snippet of rumour circulates around the Shaundakulite clergyman Krovel, who was carried off to the Bardic College by a gaggle of giggling girls in goats masks…_
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The dwarf Brumir Silverhammer could be seen heading into the Regal Maid in during the middle of the night. At sunrise, he could be seen running out of the Inn covered in scars and bruises screaming and yelling about a monster!"
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King George made a brief appearance in the Commons last night, greeting some adventurers and asking how they were doing. After they discussed the devastations of the dragon Rass, the King opined that he would rather deal with a dragon than the quarrels of the four princesses in City Hall.
He was referring to Aino Harthgroth, the barbarian; Elisa Horgath the Thayan, Maurina of Thar, and Princess Patricia of the Vaasa. Each provided strong support to Peltarch during its time of need, and each now hopes to replace the current queen and become mother to the heir to Peltarch's throne. Shortly after the King left, two of these: Aino and Elisa had an altercation in the Commons. The haughty Elisa called Aino a barbarian with no father and told her to "Fark off!" Aino responded by punching the Thayan in the face, knocking her down and breaking her nose.
Guard Captain Lisa was called in to restore order while Nathan and Shesarai came to the aid of the fallen Elisa. Captain Lisa, upon hearing of the violence, fined Aino 100 gold. The barbarian asked if she gave 1000 could she hit her again. The two rivals then departed (separately), probably to renew their feud elsewhere.
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_A rumour grows about the old queen of Narfell, Rass, having made her appearance once again at the gnoll woods. As the story tells, four adventurers were demanded to bend their knee and offer tribute, of which two, either bravely or stupidly refused to comply.
Cormac the Skald and Nuwairah the Shieldmaiden stood in defiance against her tyranny and they were brutally met in a battle of claw and flame where the two warriors eventually fell to the might of the queen.
To some, she proved a point - those who don't bend down to the queen will be stomped by her might without consideration. To others, there was a different point proven - there are those who won't just bend down to the will of the ancient dragon, and if their blades can tell something from what happened, is that she can bleed._
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In the wake of the great battle, an exhausted calm settles over the city, though rebuilding efforts soon kick in, keeping labourers of all kinds busy. Everything seems as well as can be expected after such an ordeal, though the reappearance of the mighty Rass cause the collective sigh of relief to catch in many a throat. The ancient red scourge is said to have circled overhead on at least two occasions, flaming already scorched land to the south while making the following demand: Deliver to her the copper dragon, or see all of Peltarch in flames.
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_After the battle for Peltarch, Dodger, her armor stained with blood and ichor, staggers into the first tavern still standing, orders wine, and proceeds to methodically drink herself into a stupor.
Then, swaying but still collected, she staggers upstairs to a rented room and doesn't emerge until her next shift a day later._
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In her combat leathers, rapier held firm in her hand, Isolde steps up to the walls or whereever a good number of the city's defenders are gathered. Her beautiful face is pale and hard with determination, her posture straight and fearless in defiance as she sings the following air, voice ringing out loud and clear:
"Forth to the battle!
Onward the fight,
Swift as the eagle in his flight!
Let not the sunlight o'er our pathway close,
Till we o'erthrow our fiendish foes.
Strong as yonder foaming tide,
Rushing down the mountainside;
Be ye ready, sword and spear,
Pour upon the spoiler near.Winds! that float o'er us,
Bid the tyrants quail,
Ne'er shall their ruffian bands prevail!
Morning shall view us fetterless and free,
Slaves ne'er shall Peltarch's children be!
Heavens our arms with conquest bless,
All our bitter wrongs redress;
Strike the harp! Awake the cry!
Valour's sons fear not to die!"
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_While some fear the fire that comes, there are always those doomsayers who have something to say. Cormac Randolph, brave Skald is one such doomsayer - or is he a soothsayer with a song to embolden the heart, and get his the soldiers and adventurers on his side's blood pumping with manful warlike energy. Naturally, it is Cormac's belief that all men should think as he thinks.
With the red glare of the descending crimson star falling as his backdrop he ascends the steps onto the city walls, his magical axe humming with energy as his fingers find the points of resonance on the unique instrument. Fully helmed, and with his cloak hanging like a lead weight atop the windless wall he begins his powerful song.
He plays with a heart filled with fury, his voice raw and dry with the heat of the falling ball of fiery doom. His muscled body coated with a glistening film of sweat. He bellows out loudly over the commons, his noisy instrument sending banshee-like wails and demonic-low bass tones out over the Commerce District._
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ap1agRjSJOo
The wait is soon at end
Always charge never bend
Morning is here, make your stand
Live for honor, glory, death in fire!Total war is here
Face it without fear
Age of sword, age of spear
Fight for honor, glory, death in fire!See the fire rise
Flames are raging high
Soon all will burn and die
Burn for honor, glory, death in fire!Storm of lethal flames
Only death remains
Ragnarok is closing in
Die for honor, glory, death in fire!Forces of chaos is on the move
Everyone, choose your side
And know the end is coming soon
The day for all to dieThe day is here when Bifrost breaks
Nor sun or moon will rise
When the dead rise from their graves
And Surtur spreads his fireAll you know will wither away
And sink into the sea
A new world will be born one day
Where everyone is freeTotal war is here, face it without fear
Age of sword, age of spear
Fight for honor, glory, death in fire!Storm of lethal flames
Only death remains - Ragnarok is our fate
Die for honor, die for glory
Die, death in fire!
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_Blistering heat beats down from the heavens, there are some who claim to hear the roar of fire as the 'star' descends from above. It has drawn near now, and it may only be a matter of time until it impacts. Steam rises from the Lake and fills the Docks district with no mere skein or wisp of the stuff - but a full on fog so dense that one can barely see beyond the end of one's nose. The hot fog sticks to clothing, it coats everything. Untreated timbers, boats, bow and crossbows may rot in these conditions. Leathers and clothing also may suffer, and anything that is held to by glue is sure to fall apart very soon.
The unbearable heat of the falling 'star' seems unavoidable. Windows and doors are flung open in spite of curfew, biting insects are attracted from the swamplands and appear to be breeding at an alarming rate. Heat sickness and exhaustion are rife throughout both military and civilian populations. It appears this Primordial has made it his business to make every man, woman and child suffer before their inevitable end…_
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_As if the top side of the city weren't bad enough, certain rumours would have it that down below, a veritable flood of ooze rose, drenching the unfortunate few present in a thick green gunk that will not, no matter the washing, scrubbing or magical means of cleansing, ever quite rinse off.
Other rumours insist it's not the ooze you must be wary of, but the rising tide of undead, shambling and groaning ever closer to the surface. Thank goodness for the shiny - or perhaps not so shiny, considering the slime rumours - sewer patrolling heroes!
Finally, the more well-to-do may well titter and gossip about the fierce northern beauty, Princess Patricia of Vaasa, who allegedly approached King George with an offer of marriage to herself or one of her many sisters. While it's clear no such arrangement is yet in place, the princess did leave the city in her longboat with a considerable sum of money from the city coffers…_
