Tavern Rumors of Peltarch
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MUSIC TO ENTER THE RING TO
Star Trek 1967 ~ Duel
Arena Battle Music ~ Mount and Blade
CROM!!!!
Soul Blade ~ A Continental Divide (Picture of Cormac Included)
Kensuke Ushio ~ primitive myth
Final Fantasy Advance Tactics ~ Painful Battle
Fantasia 1940 ~ STEGASAURUS VS REX
Obligatory Starwars ~ Duel of The Fates
Too On The Nose Mortal Kombat Theme
3 Inches of Blood ~ the Trial of Champions (lyrical metal)Final Match!
Evangalion ~ NERVA Song To Stare Eachother Down To
Once Upon A Time In The West ~ Final DuelThe Song I'm Going To Listen To When Djonk Wins
Dubmood ~ Monkey IslandDEFEAT
Frozen ~ Let It Go //Shit Flute. This song is an assault on your ears you've been warned. Probably should try to win...//
or for anyone sane.. something you can actually defuse to..
Force of Nature ~ Same Ol' Thing //Samurai Champloo//
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A new flyer is pinned to the notice board, in elegant penmanship and in vibrant red ink it is titled "Tourney Day", a pair of knights wearing plumed helmets are artistically drawn on either side of the main text of the notice, one upon a braying black horse and the other upon a braying white horse. Both have lances; red for the black knight, blue for the white knight. In elegant silvered script, the notice reads thus:
"*Citizens and Guests, People of Peltach; I, Cormac Randolph offer you SPECTACLE! Let the song of steel ring through the city, the clash of lance and the furious scream of man and horse flood the tournament grounds once more. Three BRUTAL events GUARANTEED!
Test your arm in Man versus Man, find your limit in primal SINGLE COMBAT.
Test your horsemanship in the noble JOUST.
Test your aim in the ever-popular ARCHERY contest!
There will be BLOOD! There will be SAVAGERY! There will be PRIZES!*"
In small print at the bottom there's a line stating "Entry Fees Apply".
// Player run Fight Night/Day on Friday the 28th of January at the Peltarch Tournament Field for levels 6 - 12. Prize coin determined by entry fees and/or donations (looking for 1000 or to match entry fees with out of pocket, whichever is highest) per event and/or potions/RLG loot from the host's adventures. Aiming to start between 8:30AM and 9AM Pacific Standard Time.
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The crafter, farmer, and priest known simply as "Z" made a rare appearance in Peltarch today, and was spotted exiting the Peltarch bank with several large bags that jingled like gold. Later, he was spotted exiting the Dwarven bank...without the sacks of gold.
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A small string of disappearances have led to a few of the more wary guards of Peltarch suggesting that people travel home at night from the taverns in pairs. Rumor has it there isn't any real connection between those who have gone missing, nor bodies or witnesses. Some reason that it's likely these people just left Peltarch, no conspiracy or crime behind it. But not everyone is convinced that is the case.
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A regular to the conversations around the braziers of a cold knight Vertus Dahl, seems to have befell a strange fate recently. The seemingbly recently immolated form of the Kossuthan priest and Knight of the Cleansing Flame, was seen in the commerce district heading in from the Nars pass barely alive. With his hands still flickering with a feint divine flame, and through barely conscious utterances, he refused all offers of healing. Staggering and almost crawling to the docks district he approached the statue of Itishia, defiantly standing, and glaring at the edifice before healing himself to full health. As he did so, his body again was surrounded by flame but this time returning him to full unscarred normality. With only the scorch marks left upon his armour, his only reply to anyone questioning his actions was but brief. "Justice, and Atonement".
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Confirmed rumors have it that the child of Ravos Calchais and Lady Varya Tiller has finally been born! A healthy young baby boy had been birthed, with Baroness Anna Tiller acting as the midwife assisting them. The child is estimated to weigh a good 9-10 pounds and seems quite healthy! A few others from the Tiller community are welcome to visit not too long after in the wee hours of the morning, the child having been borne just before the sunrise.
The parents had chosen to proudly name their child Valdabrin, who now rests in his mother's arms.
Also... rumor has it that the two of them plan to be wed soon, and are undecided whether to make the matrimony a public affair or not, choices either being in the festhall or at the barony pending on certain
Varyables- variables.
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Since her return in the days after the devilish incursion, it was not unusual to find the gray druid sitting before City Hall and staring at the rubble that was once King George’s statue. When asked what she was doing, her only answer was, “Negotiating.” But those days seem to have passed as swiftly as they arrived.
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A few commoners can be heard complaining in the Mermaid "Them jagass adventurers I says, no wine and no food for us who came late to the Kings coronation! Bet dem adventurin types scarfed it all! (Or was it stolen! Dun dun DUN!)
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It is rumored that while Jurino was ranting in the market square a Million golds was withdrawn from the Peltarch bank.
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With the recent upheavals surrounding the city, and the increased incursions from outside forces reshaping the countryside, new opportunities have opened up for intrepid adventurers seeking to make a name, or a bigger name, for themselves. New legions of undead in the barrows to the west of the city wait in their dark crypts to test the mettle of anyone foolish enough to venture into their dark recesses!
Tales have been told of secret passages and hidden treasure for those who survive the onslaught of the damned. At least, for those who return from the barrows...
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The city is abuzz with news of an unexpected light show that happened just the other night. All over the city, fireworks exploded into a riot of color, all of them shaped like the smiling face of a gnome. That same gnome - one Jorvin Fendiggle - was later seen walking the streets, asking citizens to please vote for him as the gnomish community's representative in the Hinhold elections.
The fact that the people he was speaking to were not citizens of Hinhold, and that most of them weren't even gnomes, did little to deter him.
He was also said to be quite enthusiastic about his proposal to declare that Hinhold's sister city is the Moon, as well his commitment to fighting for the right of Hinhold's dogs and horses to vote.
Some have noted that there is a relative lack of horses in Hinhold, owing largely to the fact that most of its residents are far too small to ride them. Fendiggle dismisses these assertions, claiming such to be vile anti-horse propaganda which he does not deem worthy of comment. He further asserts that such lies are likely spread by the Cat industry, long known, he claims, for promoting such falsehoods in the name of their dark and mysterious agenda.
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Every few days or so.. an apparently blind lady wanders Peltarch seemingly at random. Raazi never makes it too far from the Mermaid Inn or the Lighthouse Temple. She often is discovered knocking on and/or trying to open doors when she finds them. For the most part she is predictably distracted and is rather easy to subdue. Usually its the abrupt crying or bouts of screaming that leads others to ferry her to elsewhere, but more so than not its the trespassing. When she's turned over to guards or priests there is nothing known amongst them currently to help the woman, only a place to stay and disturb the public less.
The answers provided from guards or local priests are that a few weeks ago Raazi had a run in with a horror of the Astral Plane and is a subect in a murder case. Studying or attempting to cure her blindness and/or her mental state reveals that her condition is of a non-magical nature and that she herself is resisting and not accepting help to cure the blindness. The details of the event are known to a few adventurers: Sebrienne, Makoto, Elodie.
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An exciting, lighthearted day in the ruined city of Peltarch; Somekind of festival! Five contestants running through the city, collecting eggs and friendly sparring matches to a loud, joyous applause. Curiously, no one seems to be able to say who organised the festivities, what the festival was for, or where the applausing crowd seemed to be. But it seemed to be devilishly fun!
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As the repairs of the lands surrounding Peltarch get underway, one of the morning's shipments of materials carries an unusual sight.
A normally extremely colourful and lavishly dressed halberdier goes out with the shipment, dressed in undyed wools and leathers. His halberd on his shoulder just the same, but he doesn't seem dressed for war.
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Rumors have it that the loving couple of Ravos and Varya Tiller will look into organizing repairs for towns and lands on the outskirts of Peltarch to be restored and fixed. The duo seem enthused and happy as ever, working together outside the realm of their usual duties in service to Peltarch as captains of their own branches.
Another rumor going on about the farmlands is that Tiller may be expecting a child in a few months from now, and while training and exercise regiment seems to remain the same with her and the soldiers under her charge, the paladina seems to be refraining from active adventure at the moment to preserve the treasure Chauntea had bestowed upon her.
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In the aftermath of the downfall of Jessica Whyte, one familiar face in Peltarch is notably absent much of the time: Roslyn Underhill, Whyte's longtime political adversary and, some might say, nemesis, is said to spend long hours shut in her apartment in the docks. While she keeps up her usual cheerful appearances on the rare occasions she ventures out in public, those closest to her would speak privately of a depression that seems to be settling over the normally raucous hin.
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In the aftermath of the defeat of Jessica Whyte, the city, albeit even more badly damaged than before, regains a certain spirit of optimism. The Black Sails, they say, came out of the ordeal with flying colours (for staying out of the fighting entirely) and celebration runs rampant at the Lucky Ferret Inn. This can perhaps explain the tale of one particular guildsman, who swears to have seen a small army of monsters calmly traipse out of the city through the main gates in broad daylight. A floating suit of armour, a rakshasa, a towering ogre, glowing green lights and other oddities - either a very unusual circus passed through town or this Black Sail stood guard still drunk as the proverbial skunk!
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In ever increasing numbers children are heard chanting odd slogans, some wile doing chores, others while playing, some just scampering about. Things like Fish Breath Jess and Whyte smells of Seamen can be heard while moving through the city. A new popular jump rope song pops up (to the tune of Lizzie Borden) Jessy Whyte bought a death, payment was under her dress, when it failed she stomped her feet, and out crabs dropped onto the street.
The children might react in a number of ways if approached by an adult, guard, seafarer or other.
