Tavern Rumors of Peltarch
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_The man who gets off the ship is tall and lean. He is dressed in loose fitting red, orange, and yellow garments. His face is weather beaten and crinkled from too many hours in the sun. His eyes sparkle with the joy of life.
Dressed in similar style, a young elven woman greets him on the docks. There is formal exchange of greeting, before she smiles and hugs him. Then the two of them are seen walking around the city of Peltarch.
The following days they are rarely seen apart. They are often seen running side by side throughout the city, the tall lean man effortlessly keeping up with the much younger woman. They are seen on the docks, sitting by the waters edge in deep conversation. But they are most often seen outside the inner wall in the courtyard, practicing.
In the courtyard under the man’s supervision, the young elven woman repeats a series of exercises for hours on end. The exercises take on a rhythm of their own, sometimes too fast to follow. A flurry of impossibly high jumps, kicks, and hand motions weaved into an entrancing and deadly dance.
Each day, this is repeated. Each day, he corrects her. Each day the dance is done until one day, he doesn’t correct her at all. On that day, the tall lean man with the crinkled face departs, leaving her to practice on her own.
There are some that say that the elven woman will be performing in a play at the Bardic college. Others say that she is training to be a city guard. Some even say that she is the next inquisitor, and is training to battle one of the renegade defenders.
Regardless of the rumors, the young elven woman is seen every day in the courtyard…
…practicing._
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Adrian is also spotted moving trough the city, asking seemingly random people of their opinion on the city, and what could be changed for the better. He speaks to farmers, fishermen, crafters, merchants, guards, defenders, sailors, adventurers and minstrels alike, wanting to gather opinions and suggestions from all people.
When he encounters such, he spends particular time with those who have lost their homes in the war, and were forced to live in the streets. He does his best to encourage them to stay strong and stand tall, promising better days ahead. Though far from a rich man, Adrian still offers enough gold for a few nights in the warmth of the inn, along with hot meals, especially to those families with children.
"All of us have suffered in the war, though many have suffered more than others. Those of us who were fortunate should share and do what they can for those less fortunate, for this city is home to us all."
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The Helmite and Senate candidate, Calen Ashwynd has been seen more and more about the town visiting all of the businessmen and women and speaking with the guards and locals to include those in the Docks District. He was heard on more than one occasion stating "Everyone Deserves Protection. He is also regularly seen with a red headed woman both helping the city guard and commoners with menial tasks as well as offering suggestions for more successful patrols.
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A familiar figure in blue and gold armour, resplendent upon a white horse of immense stature is seen leaving the city. Fluttering gentle in the cold northern breeze is a banner that unfurls from the tip of a lance. The familiar symbol of Torm and that of the Order of the Divine Shield are seen emblazoned, the golds and silvers of their weave catching the sun.
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Rumour quickly spreads that the long serving Senator Roland Brynmor has retired from the Senate after many years of service, amidst the commendations of his colleagues and peers in City Hall. This also means that yet another seat is vacant and the Herald has confirmed will also be filled via the current elections.
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The beginning of the election is marked by little public activities from the candidates, with speculations that they are taking their campaigns to the city's Guilds in search of both their crucial electoral support as well as financial backing.
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Sorcerer Ronan Redralen, who runs for Peltarch Senate currently, is seen walking about the city with a smile on his face. He greets all who approach him enthusiastically, saying that he wishes to get to know the citizens of the city better. Occasionally he visits the Mermaid to have a glass of wine, catching up on local gossip..
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A rather nice looking Red head, is seen looking for the best price to book a room for the next year for. She says she intend to stay in peltarch for a while and does hate sleeping in her chain and in the cold plains in a breezy tent.
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Talim still recommends making a rug from the cat guy would be a good if not stylish idea.
"It's not like he's still using it!"
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Marty get's busy cleaning up the mess in the common caused by the frost and slain interplanar beast, grumbling somting under her breath.
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_Rumour abound of two very peculiar visitors to the Peltarch commons, both seemingly focused around the crew of the Black Sails. First, the grass and carefully tended flowers of the commons became glaced with frost, and a light snowfall began to herald the approach of the mysterious mage known as the Dark Enchantress. This ill-reputed arcanist is said to have proposed to hire the Sails to retrieve an object from the drow, but the deal seems to have been met with a polite refusal.
Nevertheless, suspicion against the crew was raised by some, and certainly not lessened by the later arrival of what seemed a kind-mannered, if somewhat eccentric man offering tea to the crowd at the commons. He too addressed the Sails directly, speaking of forgiveness, repayments of debts and a game of the highest stakes. After sharing the tea and a tale of his life, the man was then inexplicably shot by the Umberlant priestess Sedea Sterr. Bright light and the flutter of wings was heard throughout the commons at his passing, fading to leave behind not the body of a human, but that of a catlike creature known as a Rakhasa. His name, it is said, was Illusif._
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A Damaran noble has arrived in an impressively large ship at the docks, with rumours stating he is a Baron who is distantly related to the King of Damara himself, a cousin or somesuch. The man in question has been spotted touring the city with an unusual choice of guide, a local dock urchin and her deadbeat father, with only two guards strolling after them. Why the man is here is not readily apparent, though his sailors seem to be looking for part time jobs in the docks, suggesting a lengthy enough stay is planned.
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_Recently, Adrian has been spotted wearing a magnificent suit of fullplate, seemingly made entirely out of gold. To those who ask, he eagerly explains how he came into the possession of the armor.
It seems that it once belonged to the champion of Firthram's Hold, who lost it to the mute blademistress Sara (yes, the very one recruiting for the Spellweaver Keep guard right now), who graciously donated the armor to Adrian afterwards.
Though some may call the armor decadent, or question whether gold makes for a decent armor at all, it would take a truly jaded man to call the armor generic._
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The silent warrior most call Sara is seen passing about town and the nearby encampments using notes and smiles to convey to those members of combat units, be they mercenary or retired milita, that Spellweaver Keep seek good men to form a more solid guard for the Keep and grounds. Any who seek to join such a guard would recieve the best in magical healing and regeneration magics, as well as all the usual benefits of working for such a prestigous institution.
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Rumors swirl through the Mermaid that Peltarch's most well known and well to do wizard, Enenan Snydder, had a portion of his estate set ablaze the night before.
Some speculate that it was an experiment gone arwy, others say it was a mad maid tired of being groped by the younger Beldor, while still others say it was a drunken noble harboring hatred for the past Snydder sins.
Whatever the cause, the estate does not look to worse for wear. A tree was burnt down and the back corner is noticably scorched but the infastructure of the strong stone building remains standing stoutly.
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The last day a certain honey-haired sail was seen about the commons, several people nearly lost their heads on account of being bitten off, and friends and strangers alike seem to have had their dose of venom for the day.
As she was seen at the end of the day though, as she turned in to the mermaid to sleep for the night, she was damned near skipping.
How odd is that?
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A tall red haired fellow in silver armor can be seen around the red bearded sailor. Obviously a friend or bodyguard.
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A certain red-bearded sailor can be seen loitering again in various places around the city. He claims to be representing Sterr interests and desires a meeting with the League of Merchants about getting a local industry enlisted with the League.
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_As word began to spread throughout the city that an important Seafarer caravan was running worrisomely late in arriving from the south, both the guild's heavily armed guards and opportunistic adventurers set out to find some trace of it. Later rumours has it the caravan was ambushed by a large group of vicious gnolls. While the Seafarers soon secured the precious cargo, and no lives were lost due to the timely arrival of the well-known druid Jerrick and a couple of other brave and helpful souls, it is said that the gnolls took off with another type of prize.. namely the young lady Ciara Ashald and her paige.
The druid and his companions returned to the city many hours after the Seafarer guards themselves returned, and looking decidedly battle-worn. Alongside them walked an equally ragged-looked group of Black Sails, and in their midst, lady Ciara Ashald, recovered from the gnoll abductors safe and sound. The question to some people's minds might be what's more unlikely: the Seafarers actually hiring the Black Sails, or the Black Sails helping an Ashald out of the kindness of their hearts?_
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A month or more later the young mother returns to the inn. Her mother, father or sister frequently around to help with the new bundle. To those who ask she shows the baby. Stating that his name is Giliath Tol Silmarien, Gil for short.
