Tavern Rumors of Peltarch
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A yellow robed monk hands over the wrapped body of a small dead girl to the Herald. The girl's skin was frozen and blue, and there were multiple parts town away, as if by a wild animal. The monk woman asked the Herald to find the shepard girl's parents and apologize that there wasn't more that could be done. She also said her body was found in the mountain passes of the Cold Stone Mountains by an expedition led by an Inquisitor of Oscura to take advantage of the portal opening that is leaking out devils. And they did not seek to close the portal. Simply to mine it for mithril and platinum. The Herald retreated with an angry and frustrated look to him.
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"Hey Claire my dear... I need a strong drink, seems I was just stupid enough to loose a nice blade... ,,, tell ya what .. make it a double." He saunters into The Ferret, and with only a couple of locals, The fine lady behind the bar, appreciates his return, and pours a drink.
" Hey, big guy. I could use a hand behind the counter here, some kegs and other heavy lifting, can you help me out. Might give you a Chance to let loose some?" The fine looking lady behind the bar, admired him for some strange reason, much like many other in her position, it really only took a wink and a soft smile for convincing.
"Sure, I can tell you how the soft touch of a fine hammer removed a cursed blade from my hand."
The burly drunk slips over the bar, complete at ease in full plate. Picking up the glass he shoots it back, and begins to move some kegs.
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A local redhead is seen almost always within the walls of the city. In recent times she has been leaving less and less, seeming more hesitant to toss herself in with the adventuring populace. Her trips out with adventures seems to have trickled to remarkably low frequency, seeming to only care about doing things for the benefit of the city or to protect very close friends, and even then, only if it isn't straying too far.
She seems quite eager to prove she is here for the citizenry of the Jewel.
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As the clocks struck midnight, the sky itself was obscured by a cloud, or was it a cloud? No! Not so much a cloud, as a flock of winged beasts of nightmarish origin, who swooped down across the realm to cause mayhem, including in the streets of Peltarch.
Brave heroes and Defenders fought them off, protecting the citizenry and slaying the monsters wherever they showed themselves, leaving the city streets littered with the dead.
Shortly thereafter, an expedition mounted to find the source of the creatures.
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Rumor has it.... opinions differ in the Commons to what the Silver Host are up too.... tensions rise.... names are exchanged and tempers flare
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During the heated times of the standoff, a certain red-headed public figure was seen briefly at the southern wall before she spent most of the time inside the city. Taking in residents of the Jewel who lived outside the gates, or anyone wishing shelter with her, she kept them fed and safe in the Festhall. It would seem that the priestess is quite serious in the interests of the people and keeping them safe.
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Fear ruled Peltarch for two days.
By the hour, Peltarch's Military sent more Defenders to the walls. Ceruleans hustled through the streets on unknown errands. On the southern wall stood Lieutenant Reyhenna Jorino, whom rumor suggested was to be tried by the Silver Host that day. That band of Torm's crusaders had recently demanded the Defender be retried for her crimes. The city had stood against turning over one of its soldiers, and the decision, rumor suggested, caused strife between the city government and the Order of the Divine Shield.
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South of the city at this time gathered the Second Conclave Tribunal of the Silver Host. Many came to gawk, including a number of famous adventurers. Sir Robert Holmsmead stood in sole judgement before the accused as their history was related through the divination of his companion, a hin in a green robe called Vere the Knower of Truths. The pair's eyes glowed an unearthly white, and the spectacle lent an overwhelming sense of a divine presence at work. The crowd of commoners jeered for the villains Chaevre Vaelen and Marie Andersdottir. Muttering accompanies tales of how several adventurers spoke in favor of these evil women, both of whom were ultimately found guilty and sentenced to "exile" amid a display of powerful magic. It is also said that a representative from the druid circle demanded the final prisoner be turned over, a green-skinned elf, and that the Silver Host strangely conceded.
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What happens next seems unbelievable. The Silver Host sent an emissary. Some say to negotiate, some say to threaten the city. Commanding the southern wall, Lieutenant Jorino did not entertain him long: "I think you'll be staying to answer for your master's crimes, Zachary. Unless he sees fit to find the courage to answer for them himself." She gestured pointedly, "Take him," and a host of invisible Defenders appeared and teleported away. The Silver Host marched to Peltarch, camped outside the southern wall, and Sir Robert Holmsmead himself demanded Jorino and the release of his emissary. Two days, he said.
The city couldn't sleep. Farmers sought shelter within the walls. Hin in large numbers ran to the docks to abandon the city. The confusion grew worse when the Defenders issued a decree, "ORDER OF THE DIVINE SHIELD! STAND WITH YOUR KING! DEFEND YOUR WALLS! Or do you STAND with FOREIGNERS?" Some say half the order's Tormtar abandoned the city, and that the Ilmateri and Tyrran who joined the Defenders did not look easy about their decision.
Dawn of the second day came.
Lt Jorino shouted to the host, "I will gladly return Zachary if you return Marie Andersdottir."
Sir Robert's voice boomed. "Is this your justice, then? Lives for lives? You seek to barter away freedom without judgment? Zachary is a servant of the faith, a kindhearted man with nary a stain on his soul! Marie Andersdottir is a woman who let the world's circumstances darken her heart, and who committed many murders!"
Jorino replied, "I can't speak for his soul, but he works for a brigand, a kidnapper who seeks to usurp the lawful rulers of Narfell with his own thuggery! Your crimes are his crimes!"
After a time, Robert's voice boomed anew. "Surrender Zachary, and yourself, Reyhenna Jorino, and only then will the scales of justice be balanced. Do this and we will release the woman."
Eventually, Jorino did surrender herself to the Silver Host. At the end of the two-day siege, the city of Peltarch traded a Defender and a hostage for a traitor.
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A third Conclave Tribunal gathered immediately. The crimes stretched back before Lt Jorino's days working with the Orcus cult, presenting a pattern of a cruel quest for personal power. Adventurers spoke of Lt Jorino's repentance, including details such as buying an orphanage, but Sir Robert was not persuaded by that nor by the legalistic complaints about the Tribunal's authority.
The Defender was exiled in the same fantastic manner as the others, and Holmsmead, tired of complaints, banished the crowd to Peltarch's southern wall with a single word.
But Jorino's exile was not to last forever. Hours later, she stood again in the commons, waving to the crowd. "Let any who doubted know now, the Silver Host are nothing but a scam! I'm living proof. I go now to inform His Majesty of my timely return, and doubtless to receive every several honour within his power to bestow upon my humble person."
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*Lt. Scott was seen speaking to one of the Marine Captains. Apparently booking passage to an unknown destination. The Marines have been seen getting a couple ships ready with provisions for a large crew enough for a few days. *
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@metagod said in Tavern Rumors of Peltarch:
whispers among the staff at the regal maid speak of the defender Lt. Scott carrying carrying a woman over his shoulder into a private room and after a couple hours leaving alone.
Staff say that the woman left several hours later looking like she had been beaten. The linen in the room had to be thrown out as it was soaked in blood and sweat and other unknown fluids...Autumn comments on the rumors that the woman had sparred with Lt Scott in the basement of the Ferret prior, and had seemed rather enamored with Scott before the sparring. She had been carried out of the Ferret by Lt Scott after she was injured.
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whispers among the staff at the regal maid speak of the defender Lt. Scott carrying carrying a woman over his shoulder into a private room and after a couple hours leaving alone.
Staff say that the woman left several hours later looking like she had been beaten. The linen in the room had to be thrown out as it was soaked in blood and sweat and other unknown fluids...
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@lorenzom said in Tavern Rumors of Peltarch:
A massive orc want to challenge peltarch's champion ... who will step forward?
Scott steps up
I've never turned down a good fight
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A massive orc want to challenge peltarch's champion ... who will step forward?
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During a friendly set of sparring matches in the basement of the Lucky Ferret inn, rumours spread not only about the scandalous clothing of some of the fighters, but also of a peculiar talking blade, wonderously beautiful and by some accounts, baying for blood in the hands of Reyhenna Jorino. Even more strangely, the magical weapon disappeared into thin air, upon her losing a two-way bout against the combined strength of Chandra and Porthio!
Other gossip from the evening includes the terrifying sight of a floating Beholder, revealed to be a harmless balloon, alongside talk of a Balor-summoning cultist or possibly death knight in the sewers below.
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Rumours around the Commerce district make mention of a tale so wonderously told that a breakfast meeting between Generals Velhar and Del'Rosa, city treasurer Enenan Snydders and arcane advisor Shona Astrid Raxos grew hushed and then silent completely, for listening to it. The storyteller, known as Garen, also had a whole host of adventurers present, the crowd seeming to grow larger the longer the tale went on.
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The city is abuzz with rumours of the Silver Host, a large and exceedingly well trained army of paladins, priests and faithfuls of Torm, arriving with thunderous fanfare and high ambitions of rooting out all evil that plagues the land. Sir Robert Holmsmead, the Host's leader, has spearheaded numerous successful campaigns in lands far and wide and is known not only as the Chosen of Torm, but his Voice on Toril. It is said the Silver Host has already wiped out three demon generals in their short time in Narfell, effectively ending the blight in Jiyyd - and yet City Hall has now proclaimed them banished from the city?
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Several days after the incident with the hin and the beholder balloons, she's seen at it again, but this time she brings them out of the mortuary, and heads to Oscura via the docks.
Some are seen to duck and run for cover before swearing about adventurers and their shenanigans, and the guards breathe a sigh of relief when she disappears, the boat captain taking the anxieties of the docks folk upon himself for a not insignificant amount of coin.
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@jerrickrafe Faelar confirms Kat's talent as a fashion designer. Anyone who attended the wedding will know that as well.
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A normal day in a normal town ... a bard was carried out of the Mermaid by two others bards, it seems, shortly after Cecil and Kathea walked in, with the Inquisitor having apparently had an upgrade on the details of his armor.
Rumor has it that Kathea offers a new look for a perfectly reasonable price, and that Inquisitor is a model example, now.
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Inquisitor Cecil seems keen on listening to rumors after the flustercluck at the Gaol, and upon hearing that he's 'vying for affections', he can be heard muttering, "But I'm engaged? What's this all about then..." before going about his business.
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@necrofai Her milk shakes brings all the lads to the courtyard.
