Tavern Rumors of Peltarch
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Vandrkaus is seem around town collecting some notes and post, not leting anyone read them as he finds tham.
He s also seem looking for any of the guards and asks to speak privetly with any officer.
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Piracy seems on the increase in the Icelace. According to rumours, Oscuran trade ships are being hit, and being hit hard. Meanwhile, Peltarch-bound ships are completely untouched.
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A group of intrepid sewer patrollers, led by Sir Rath Ashald-Jorinsen and including Lady Ashena, Cecil, Walter, and Romulus; ventured into the Peltarch sewers to further investigate rumors of a vampire, and look for the missing children. What they found was deeply disturbing.
Not far inside under the Docks District, the ghost of a Peltarch guard was detected fleeting past them. The party gave chase, but the ghost disappeared near the area where the Vampire was encountered by Rath and company a few weeks ago. Voices and the sound of chanting were heard. A Cyriicist cultist ran at them but Romulus shot him before he could speak. Two more cultists attacked and were quickly dispatched by the powerful party.
Then the ghost of a small girl appeared alone. She seemed scared and tried to talk, but no sound came. Then the ghost of a Peltarch guard appeared nearby, drew a weapon, and stabbed the little girl in the heart. She collapsed on the floor and the guard's ghost disappeared.
Trying to investigate, the party reached the broken platform over sewer waters where the vampire was last seen. Walter, the most magically attuned, detected something popping around his head, as if a bubble had burst. Rath found an anchor and some rope, and Cecil, the strongest, tossed it across the stinking waters to a door that had previously been unreachable.
Romulus, the most dexterious of the group, crossed over and opened the door. He found the small room behind it empty, but the door slammed shut behind him and locked. Blood was seeping from the floor and began flowing under the door. Romulus used an amulet that allowed him to see invisibility, and made sure that the room was empty, except for the blood. He then used a universal key to open the door and cross back to his companions.
Cursing the bloody mad Cyricists, Rath and Ashena led the party back the way they had come. Walter again detected a poping sound. Afterwards, the party was attacked by a dozen slow-moving, halberd wielding, War Dead zombies. These had not been seen before. When they were safely destroyed, the party cleared the entire sewers of all the cultists, undead, slime, and oozes; then did the same to the barrows below. Nothing more unusual was detected. This mystery remains unsolved.
Login: AubreyMaturin
Character: Romulus Grey
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Apparently, orcs decided to try to wake the western tower, being slain by the guards inside, then pushed back by valiant adventurers, including Rath and his noble mount, Aspera, a redcloak somewhwere in the mix, and a defender or two, among others. A heroic fight pushed the orcs back where they belong!
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Having heard of the rumors involving the night visitation to the boy, Elena takes up her medical bag, seeking the boy and his parents out to learn more, a look of concern plain on her face.
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Ardent, hearing the rumors of laughter and nightmares, begins to ask around with the parents of the Residential district about their children. She seems somewhat agitated, urging parents to keep their children close and not open their homes to strangers. She is nervous but asks to interview the boy about what he has seen or heard.
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A recent rumor spreads among the local children in the residental district about a boy's nightmare. Was he truly awake or dreaming of the cold chill and light welcoming laughter that entered his room late one night?
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A strange sight takes place at a pier in the docks district, with the flamboyant crew of a privately owned sloop-of-war identified as the Drake are seen outfitting their vessel with silver chains and small ballistae. Joining them in this is one rather corpulent knight frequently seen about Norwick, known to some as Sir Roderick and others as Sir Sandwich.
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Of a group of four, at least Walter returned later to the city with one of these creepy cloaks. He bragged that no ghoulish garments going to make Dermin and him turn tail and flee; notably, the grip he bears on the 'dormant' cloak is firm and unrelenting, its unlikely that he eased his grip on the thing until it was safely in Cerulean care…
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Rumors spread around peltarch that there were many cloakers spotted in the damp caves. adventurers should be extremely careful when heading down there.
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Last night in the Ashald Park two Legion mages were seen "having a best friend moment"
//Also thier social link ranked up and moon arcana was then level 7//
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A strange storm was sighted some leagues off from the city, over the icelace. The clouds looked, rather oddly, to be a shade of dark green, and several ships on their way north through it turned back reporting that the rain was beginning to burn holes through their sails.
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Labur is seen running around the city at all hours of the day, entering shops gathering supplies and running back to the Peltarch Brewery. Few are able to stop him and he seems to have hung up his plate armor…at least for the time being. What ever he is up to he seems to be pleased doing it.
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Not to long ago in the Temple of the Triad, a ghostly looking, loose lipped troll was seen ripping some kind of black goo off of the face of a darkly clad elven woman who was tied to a bench with silk rope while Victoria Beatrix, a priestess of Lurue was constantly healing her to ease the pain. Shorty after a there was some screeching as a shadow emerged from the goo and dissipated, due to the holy wards put on the temple.
They were asked to leave shortly after as they were making quite a disturbance.
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Prudish tongues may wag and cluck disparagingly about a recent incident at the commons. It is said the ground positively churned with grease, mud and the slick, bare naked bodies of two swaggering sailors grappling and cursing. A third (decently clothed) one first doubled over laughing, then was grabbed by the ankles and shaken upside down by the other two, who swiftly scavenged the various shiny objects that fell out.
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A notice outside the Temple of the Triad indicates that the bodies of two adventurers have been recovered from the deeper parts of the Hidden Cove, apparent victims of the spiders. Any next of kin are directed to look for Elena Arguyle to assist in returning them back to life and/or to claim their belongings of worth.
//you know who you are, don't give up on your PCs! :nod:
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Lady Ashena, Knight of the Order led a patrol into the Peltarch sewers, accompanied by Romulus and Fabian. A number of unusual things were encountered. Not only gelatenous cubes, but many grey and crystal oozes and slithering trackers. Romulus was reminded of the time such entities were conjured by a Gnome follower of Talona in the Graveyard and ruins of Norwick.
They also encountered a troll whose skin glowed green with some kind of magic. The three adventurers were able to dispatch it without serious injury, thanks to the many protections and magical enhancements given them by Rith Phoenixfeather of the Temple of Lethander.
Login: AubreyMaturin
Character: Romulus Grey
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The remains hang in mid air, floating above the floor of sewers. I know what I’m looking at. Straining my eyes I can just make out the edges of the jelly cube. It isn’t moving. My suspicion is it it’s satiated after a meal on some hapless adventurer. I rarely get this close unnoticed, none of my normal tricks and distractions work on these things. I can’t help but stare at the remains inside of the transparent beast.
Three steps gets me close enough to gut the beast with my bastard sword, and its cohesion breaks as it drains off the landing and into the fetid waters of the sewer. The remains slide to the floor and a metal object tumbles to my feet. It is a holy symbol of Torm. My thoughts go to my friend Pherdur Kelm, and the number of times he had come to my aid. I feel I owe him, and by extension the other followers of Torm that I have met. Perhaps maybe I can pay back part of my debt.
The jelly has dissolved most of the flesh from the body, a few brittle and pitted bones remain in a loose pile. The equipment faired better. I pick up the plate armor. It is forged to the proportions of a human woman. My mind goes blank as I scoop it all up. I don’t remember the walk from the sewer. I barely remember leaving the gear at a friend’s apartment. The candles… I remember the candles. Row upon row of them in the temple of the Triad. They bring back memories of someone I thought I lost.
Who was this person who’s remains are almost unrecognizable? Was she someone’s long lost love? A confidant? A friend? A mother? Who mourns their daughter, lost to an unknown fate? There are stories here I don’t know. Ones I’ll probably never know. There are times life seems a little too finite. Is this what fate holds in store for all of us?
I light a candle. It has been a long time since I’ve done so. I make a prayer of thanks. I know how I’ve been blessed. If Torm can find it in his heart to restore this woman, one of his faithful, I would be grateful, even though she is no one I know. To me she represents something. She represents all the people who helped me in turning my life around to one that’s worth living. Take your price from me Torm, for that which I owe.
The temple is still and quiet. I’ve seen miracles, but I know better that to expect them.
I lay out a blue robe for her to wear, a note on where to find me in the pocket. Maybe… just maybe… she’ll need it.
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"I knew there was something eerie about that man. More the reason why I declined his proposition for joining him in his dealings."
The cleric of Torm, rested her hand on the hilt of her bastard sword and tipped the barkeep with a sack of gold coins. She exited the Norwick tavern with nothing else to say.
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Upon hearing the news about captain Loc, Moon rushes to the Peltarch stables, grabs the first horse in sight and thunders across the plains southward.
