Tavern Rumors of Peltarch
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Words are that the Sharessan priestess Silmiel will asist training any young adventurer who shows litle respect.
She was seen giving blessings and leaving with some on a few occasions.
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_Wild rumours fly around about an epic duel fought right in the middle of the commons! Elidur versus Pitiful Patrick the Pennywhistler –- if that 'is' his real name, at least that's what Elidur dubbed the Defender-ish sort. Most people cheered Elidur in the crowd, said to have been playing his usual strings. The Defender had an Elven horn of some design - which was impressively tooted on.
Rumour has it that Professor Elidur knocked one of the female onlookers out simply by winking at her! It's said she didn't again rise to her feet until long after the duel was done, and that the bard went about signing his autograph on the chests of eager women afterwards! Oh my!_
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Caric Shakes his head hearing of the inscident with Belia and Arna clenches his fists and mutters about ungreatfullness.
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belia was seen storming out of pelt after her companion was attack when she brought her inside, as she head to the docks to leave she was muttering in druidic
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A man dressed in robes of the deepest black and a cowl to match is rumored to have walked into the Temple of the Triad and stared at the altars for the better part of a day. After hours of staring, he dropped a single long stemmed rose on the ground and walked from the temple.
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Perhaps one of the stranger tales of the day, Elidur Ginen - one of the local bards was said to have been running around Peltarch with a burdened trolly. He visited most of the Inns buying up small portions of each meal, and buying only the finer wines from their list.
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Then again, it's just as likely that nobody even bat an eyelash at the curious display, from the curious Elf.
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_To the possible rejoice of school children enrolled at the Makere School of Fine Arts at the Peltarch Theatre, all classes were cancelled for the day as a strange phenomenon caused everyone within the large building to fall into a deep, magical slumber. Any investigative effort by the guards was thwarted by the effect, until the Cerulean Knights Lycka and Celebring arrived at the scene, alongside skilled mages Senator Redralen and Linn, Guardswoman Yana, Defenders Aelthas and Adelie and a small host of other capable and concerned aidees.
After deliberating, a small party ventured inside, spells protecting them from the dizzying sleep. Eerie rumours speak of the Theatre turning into a haunted house of horrors, with ghosts floating on the stage and rafters in ghoulish silence, yet in the end, the party returned safe and sound, all unwelcome guests ushered from the building. Notably, an unconscious and pale Master Eowiel was seen carried off towards the temple of the Triad by Senator Redralen, while none other than the scandalous Rhyla Featherdown sauntered outside with the rest of the rescue party._
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What began as a pleasant, crowded day at the commons, filled with light conversation and music by Lycka and Terry, abruptly ended by the arrival of a pale and sick man, dressed in rags. The man stumbled forwards with a half-choked plea for help, before collapsing to the ground. Horrific rumours then state that a giant, birdlike creature burst forth from inside the man, ripping him to pieces and attacking the gathered crowd. No further casualties are reported aside from the mysterious stranger, whose steps were traced to the south by an investigative party assembled from the crowd.
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_The names of those who are reputed to have aided in bringing the blessed shroud of Ilmater to the City are being spoken of all over, whose miraculous powers are being hailed as the divine intervention in protecting Peltarch. None, however, are spoken more frequently nor more reverentially than that of Senator Mariston Thel's, of whom the tales are fast growing out of proportion.
Men speak of Mariston arriving from the east, the Shroud billowing in his hands, the light of the dawn shilloutting him, and striding through the city, bringing relief from sickness to all who looked upon his benign countenance. Others speak of how he led the band of heroes to the east and found a place of such suffering from plague, that he fell to his knees, shedding a single tear, and a beggar dying of the plague, who was in truth the Lord of Mercy, Ilmater himself, handed him the shroud for his empathy.
Though the Senator himself has spoken of the event only in light of praising those brave men and women who accompanied him, his modesty has done little to assuage the ever more fanciful tales of his miraculous deeds in defeating the plague._
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has many are feasting to celebrate the leaves of the plague some rumors of it being caused by some sort of curse bestowed on a holy relique of ilmater would had been the cause,some even go as far as to claim that that relique was cleansed for all evil,wich removed the plague
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With the plague getting as bad as it was, it was hard for some not to hear a small group of city employees and adventurers, in the commons speaking about heading off to cure it once and for all. The group leaving on a ship in the docks and returning several days later from the south. What exactly happened on the trip isn't known yet, but it seems they were successful, as the plague seems to be cured.
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The blond verbal abusing priestess of Umberlee was spotted arm in arm with the savy Lathanderite Locrian disappearing into the Mermaid. They reappeared the next morning holding hands and for once, the priestess wasn't making rude comments to anyone. In fact, she actually seemed nice…
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_A well-known-red-headed 'bard' is apparently telling a hilarious story about senators mud-wrestling in the commons in the late hours of the night! Apparently they were picking up handfuls of dirt and just slinging it at each other, and even rolling around in it.
It's strange, his story suggests that there was more than one senator present - though some versions of the story mention Ronan more than anyone else, in such stories there is much mention of a charming little doll._
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A bald man seeks out Duncan as well. He wears black and red armor trimmed with white, and has no signs of any runes on his head. Assuming he can gain audience with the man, he says, "I hear you need mercenaries?"
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If Shade can find Duncan Hertwell she tells him how the Harvest Guildhall has been destroyed and her idea about how they should start a new guild with Duncan and the sisterhood as charter members. If he asks she tells him how the Sisterhood has been working to feed the people and additionally she mentions a long-term solution involving the building of a wall around his property and how the sisterhood would work to make this possible if some land can be set aside for them to farm and develop.
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One large half-ork can be heard commenting recent rumors
"Oi, dem huuuumies seem da gitting back inta their feets: Deir warparty scattered dem weak-bloods frem de farmlands und nows dey bes moving dem sick und worthless vermin inta dat large jester-building. Whut ya dinks, when they dink that bes enough crowded wit dem unworthy rabble, so dey put it dat building under torch, eh?
Hmmz.. would dat wailing make dem mighty fine choir, eh? Nay more sick und non-working mouths ta feed und music inta yar ears in same moments… Aye, dem huuumies ere bes nay so silly afteralls. Har har har har."
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_Jubilations! Word quickly spreads through the City that the Western Farmlands, owned by the independant farmer Duncan Hertwell, have been retaken in the first successful Defender Operation outside the City Walls since the N'Jast War. Admittedly, the Defenders merely commanded the mission, which was carried out by a half-dozen or more brave volunteers from the City's thriving Adventurer Community, which Lieutenant Lucy Rhodes of the Loyal Fists has reputedly been praising for their championing of Mister Hertwell's plight.
The successful retaking has been followed by a slow but steady process of restoring the pillaged Farm to order, as well as building Watchfires so that should Orcs show signs of encroaching again, the residents may signal the City for aid. The retaking has proven to be quite a conversation piece in the local taverns, citizens happy to at last have a piece of good news to talk about.
Not everybody is happy though, as the impending reopening of the Hertwell Farm is bad news for the Harvest Union, long opposed to Mister Hertwell's refusing to sell up his farm to them. The Union and Mister Hertwell seem to be trading their fortunes, as while his luck seems to be finally on the up, theirs is steadily declining with the continued jailing of their Guildmaster and the recent destruction of their Guildhall by rioters._
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_No one out and about in the commerce district could have missed the spectacular re-appearance of the mystery-mage known as Leanna, her coming and going as usual heralded by bright light and sound. Huge, twirling dragon-shapes circled the sky, broken up into bright fireworks - skillful illusions, according to Lycka, the Cerulean Knight present at the time. Also pure illusion was the red dragon that landed at Leanna's side for a brief moment, nostrils flaring with life-like flame, and the terrifying Balor fought by the bravest of adventurers present turned out to be nothing more than a common rat. The sweet, candied apples that rained down afterwards were quite real, however, and reportedly delicious. Additional rumours of pink bunnies of doom and a girl turned penguin only add to Leanna's reputation of strange whimsy.
Arguably more sinister, though far less visible was a later occurance at the commons, leaving both the city employees present, but perhaps mainly the Black Sails Captain Seesaw, quite disturbed. Rumour speak of some form of invisible stalker of undoubtedly ill intent, valiantly driven off by the city's forces._
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Rumors also mention that Ludo the great would ahd been jailled for claiming loud and clear the he was a senator!
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…rumors abound of a portly halfer passing out for hours in the middle of the Residential District walkway upon hearing that a guardsman had actually acquired the autograph of the famous Ludo. Those that pass this drooling mound of blue flesh might see the occasional twitch and the words "Loo-Loo" utter from it's mouth...
