Tavern Rumors of Peltarch
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This thread is for all rumors going through the various Taverns in Peltarch. If you wish to designate a SPECIFIC tavern this rumor is going through, simply note it at the top of your post such as:
Heard in the Lucky Ferret
Luke likes laying with lucy Longlegs's lamprey
Otherwise, assume that if you frequent any particular tavern in Peltarch you would have heard the rumor.
Remember, this is a rumor thread. That means two things. One, not everything said in here HAS to be absolutely true, though should have some hint of truth. Two, please no extremely long rants or conversations. Small comments is one thing, but if you want any sizable response please make a secondary post to do such.
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There appears to be a new face around the Peltarch crafting hall in recent days, and it looks like his discussion of Kossuth in his aspects of purifying and protective fire is going down well with the gondsman smith.
It also appears that Vertus Dahl, after being seen in the company of Clare the barmaid of the Ferret who now sports a handsome shoulder bag, is now selling these same bags to those that wish to approach him.
They seem to be capable of holding huge amounts of stuff with very little weight it seems judging by the piles of stuff she carries around in hers. He himself advises using them for carrying around heavy ore, tools and other heavy items.
He also lets it known that he thinks his bags are the cheapest and best on the market bar none...
Why they are known as "Tiffany Bags" is still a mystery. See Vertus Dahl at your nearest Brazier.
*Vertus in recent days, is becoming increasingly successful in his current line of business, and has also taken to working for long hours at the bellows and forge in humble service to other smiths. Though he makes clear that he is not beholden to them, and neither paid, nor their formal apprentice.
Also, he's seen purchasing rations and hearty cold pies out to the distant giantspire foothills and mountains, to those on penal watch at the outermost outpost of Peltarch forces. He always ensures their braziers are lit and well fuelled and that any requiring healing are attended to.
He's also seen very prominently attending the docks, where he spends a lot of time at the crafting hall. Holding his prayers at dawn or highsun looking to the east, as well as giving out more of his freshly hunted meat BBQ'd outside the hall with a remarkable degree of talent. He looks about him with pleasure, as he sees the smell and smoke travel across the docks district bringing more to his fire
It's not entirely clear why these displays of piety and humility are being undertaken, but he seems to be preparing for a trip. He observes to those who listen that there are few around who understand the rites and venerations common to Kossuth, and even less so for those who follow the purifying aspects of the Disciples of the Phoenix and Knights of the Cleansing Flame*
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:: Vertus Dahl, faithful of Kossuth, the Disciples of the Phoenix and Knight of the Cleansing Flame, occasional public speaker and writer of the righteous texts of the Annulus Conflagrus - relaxes after his return to the region hearing talk of heretics of Kossuth in the region who need to meet their end. ::
:: He puts his feet up after servicing his simple but brightly coloured fullplate, pulling out a widely distributed souvenir watercolour from Bezantur, and the bearded man smiles admiring it a moment before placing it on the table and reaching for his wine-goblet ::
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*During the night, in the docks, commotion ensued, city guards was called, hins and children was frightened, wives smacked their tongues disapprovingly, husbands found a reason to stay for another ale.
Mutters and grumbles about thoose southlander nature people not having the common decency to leave their fierce looking animals outside the wall was heard.*
Murder most foul!
The thing on many tavern goers minds is that of the cold blooded murder that took place in the Docks. Sure death isn't a stranger to Peltarch, and murder isn't exactly unheard of in the Docks, but the rather interesting setup is a lure for gossips and the notoriously nosy. A dead noble with a sordid past, who left Peltarch years prior in shame. A statue maker who made the centerpiece of the commons now shackled and arrested for the gruesome act! Did he do it? Who cares? It's good gossip!
With Pious behind bars, rumors ignite about whether or not the Statue Maker actually did it. Rumor has it that a small group of adventurers signed on as his "legal team" to prove he didn't do it. Time will tell who takes the fall for the death of the so called Fallen Noble.
Following the Defender occupation of the Docks by Captain Reyhenna Jorino, the Seafarers Guild filed several motions with the Magistracy. Magistrate D'Arneau immediately petitioned the Crown for an emergency hearing concerning the increased military presence in the Docks. The Regent called the Emergency Hearing one half hour following the initial occupation of the Docks.
The Seafarer litigation team demanded the immediate expulsion of Reyhenna Jorino from the military, 100,000 gold coins in damages per hour of the occupation (representing the costs incurred as a result of Jorino's actions), and an immediate withdrawal of the forces putting a stop to Seafarer business.
The troops were withdrawn one and a half plus one quarter hours following the initial order, by military decree emanating from the Crown. Reyhenna's expulsion is a matter to be dealt with internally. The Regent, citing the Seafarer's oblique and secret special tax rate, indicated that the Crown will be paying no damages by way of compensation, referring to the good will the Fisher family has accumulated with the Seafarers by permitting the low tax rate. Unwilling to discuss the tax rate further, the Seafarers withdrew their claims.
[DM Xanatos Gambit]
Rumors circulate through the dock taverns that when Wilkes was killed the fortune in union dues he had collected, disappeared. Seems the people that paid those dues should get them back, since now they are back where they started.....
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A young woman is noticed looking for, and hiering, a farmersboy to bring a message to one of the Tiller family
-Let the Lady know that the time to settle the business proposal is at hand.
the boy is given a few more instructions before being sent away on his quest. The woman takes a sip froma glass of fine elven wine and asks a serving staff how come her roasted quails with fresh figs order is taking so long
Councillor Grimm has been going around the commerce district recently talking to his constituents asking for their opinion on expanding trade routes to the east. He is considering bridging the gap across the scar to allow caravans to pass that way rather than by boat or by going south and crossing near Jiyyd. He mentions that there would also be a watchtower with Defenders stationed to monitor the lizards and possibly the trolls if needed and may even consider having the tunnels collapsed as long as it doesn't cause the structural integrity of the cliifs to be compromised. His hope is to have the road lead out east of the residential district to bypass the difficult terrain of the swamp and then curve south to where the gap across the scar is most narrow.
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Bardess Isolde Garibaldi, who has not performed in public in years, is said to have sung a most enchanting song at the Commons recently infront of a rapt audience. While a number of spectators seem strangely at a loss to remember the performance afterwards, a handful others may speak of the sudden dimming of light and a spectacular display of a heavenly creature with long curls of crimson hair, spiralling like galaxies across a starry void.
In recent days it has been more frequent to find necklaces of fireballs all around the city. For now it appears the happenings are limited to Commerce District. Rumor has it they appear whether adventurers even heroes are there or not, whether commoners along with children are there or not. Doesn't matter who picks them up, but may actually be drunkards inside the inn telling the others they stumbled with one that they possibly picked up and may or may not keep it.
Who would have dropped them accidentaly, you may ask?
Well, it's public knowledge some of those necklaces have a bit of rust over them.
Rumors run wild after the killing of Wilkes at the big Union announcement. The following can possibly be found being discussed over drinks in bars, possibly leading to fights:
- Wilkes was murdered by the hin as the Ros can be seeing as trying to take total control before it expands into the rest of the city. She conveniently moved to the other side of Wilkes before the arrow was fired, she conveniently was the only one to spot the human assassin as the hin with the bow tried to flee the docks.
- The crown had drawn a line in the sand and Wilkes was getting ready to cross it. So convenient that the princesses small army of defenders was their to quell the riot. A messae was delivered.
- Why was Wilkes body disintegrated, when cheaper and easier methods could have been used. Was he a simulcra like seen during the senate period. Was his body actually disintegrated or was he a vampire hit with a holy arrow?
The stories and rumors go on and on and get stupider and uglier the drunker and angrier the different parties become.
The rusty man can be seen entering the inn to sit in a random seat from time to time at the bar, without drinking a single drop of alcohol, tossing coins here and there around, accidentally or not, only to engage random commoners and specially drunkards with comments of the like of:
Hey yo! You see that public notice in the Tillerzz farm? She thinks she owns people, dude! That people ain't free as she wants you to think!
Switching seats to another drunkard, throwing a coin here an there:
Dude, what's with all that fuss! But if the Cerulean let me free when he asked me questions in 'that' regard, because I ain't no dad nor tyrant to tell people what to do with a necklace of FB if they pick them up from the street and accidentally kill themselves! It was a pretty grown up one!
Leandro would stand up and probably leave the inn laughing madly.
A minor Damaran Noble Stepatheny Johnaseburg III stopped by Peltarch in his ship the Salty Sea Dog. It was uneventful, so uneventful that people can't be bothered spreading rumors. What they do like to spread rumors about was Step's departure from Peltarch, which was punctuated by someone hucking something at his ship which then exploded with such a violent explosion that the docks now has several shattered windows, soggy piers from a giant wave hitting, and a few workers with tinnitus. Nobody really knows who had it out for ol' Stepatheny Johnaseburg III, or Twiggy as his friends used to call him, perhaps it was a rival noble. Or an assassin. Or a forgotten heir with a grudge. I dunno.
Point is he's dead from that explosion. Like super dead.
As days pass by, the rusty good looking man seems to have found something. He speaks nothing but instead he laughs. When asked, by curious farmers perhaps, what he actually found, he just laughs back and throws a gold coin to them. He throws one, rather than toss, so maybe they get hit by the coin.
Yelling out the "I am rich, I'm gonna buy all the fireball-necklaces of this world" (from Shady, he means) phrase, he runs to the city rather to the nars crossroads. Throwing gold coins to the people passing by, no matter if citizens, adventurers or guards (but he's more careful with guards as he actually tosses them a coin for no reason).
And so the madman gets lost in the middle of the city.
A rather good looking man, yet leaving always a trail of rust behind can be seen from time to time outside the city walls digging up many holes. Randomly, sometimes ruining up some crops yet fixing them afterwards as he swears and demonstrates he knows how to use a hoe (this is but a rumor, though some say he's actually using an odd looking serrated halberd, yet this crazy good rusty looking man keeps digging up the holes, looking for something).
When asked why so many holes, he'd just reply that someone actually told him there was a reward hidden underneath outside the city walls, some where around the outskirts, maybe even across the nars pass, probably even near the gypsy camp. That it was his right to claim it as he rescued someone or something or some children from a kiddo-eater demon prince or lord.
Anyways, the guy keeps digging up from time to time outside the city walls. Maybe he's actually looking for nothing, maybe he just does this for mere fun. The truth is he keeps digging and laughing (madly? Who knows and cares), and also he keeps lighting some candles he swears were made from human fat, very legal, that the city approves, that even Lady Varya approved too... But that's a matter for another rumor.
He'll just keep digging up those holes.
The latest rumors of Peltarch relate to Louis du Lorraine, subject of many statues and merchandising. First seen teleporting in in a busy street with Scott Grimm and the giant metal manifestation of tetanus, folks were shocked, horrified and even a bit curious when the giant golem grabbed a hidden assassin and squeezed them until they broke. That same golem was later seen, rather cleaned up and repaired, in City Hall, where it remains decorated with the banner of du Lorraine's family banner. Supposedly, or so they say, this is Louis du Lorraine's new bodyguard. A big metal... thing.
A day later 4 figures limped into town, covered in ash and blood they made their way silently through the city and down to the farmlands, one figure supported by a large warrior in scorched plate. If any followed they would witness one fall to his knees in the damp soil and after a short conversation he collapsed and did not rise. They gathered up the fallen and made their way into the wood....
People came out of the taverns and residences and up onto the ramparts as the sky to the west of the city glowed orange and red and then darkened with smoke. For leagues around ash filled the skies and rumbles and flashes could be seen and heard from the city walls as the eerie glow waxed and waned through the night. And then like a stoked furnace the glow intensified and the temperatures climbed along the walls, even the heavy rains could not subdue, what was obviously fires raging beyond understanding in the foothills of the Giantspyres. Mists filled the air as nature itself seemed intent on fighting the unnatural blaze, rain slashed down and lightning danced through the sky and slowly, ever so slowly the glow lessend as the sky seemed to weep.
I HAVE RETURNED FOR WHAT IS MINE
Those words so brazenly painted on the side of the City Hall, in red dripping paint.... well you'd hope it's paint. Nobody really knows who has returned or what it is that is theirs, some say it's some forgotten heir to the throne or maybe a forgotten Nars demon or other such outlandish things. The patrons continue to guess, but honestly, who can say?