::New rumours heard in the Mermaid::
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*People with contacts in the guards might hear that it was another 'Date Night' for some luckless individual. There is usually an informal sweepstake as to how long before Keira wanders in the gates with a motionless bound body over her shoulders.
This one was hooded from casual observation, but any with the urge to go to the jail might notice a scarred barbarian woman, known as Khory, in residence*
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Sabre, haggling and flirting in her habitual manner with her merchant of preference Perin, can be overheard mentioning an oddity her party encountered as they were in the middle of persuading the kobolds to part with their trinkets.
"I'm tellin' ya Perin, that beast was -huge-, an' I'm not just talkin' about tha size o' his hammer. Tha whole cave shook when he weilded that thing, seemed horribly strong. Oh, no no.. we didn't fight 'im, wha' do I look like, a farkin' shiny-pants paladin? Geez.. in any case, there was no need fer heroics, tha thing just… sniffed us, an' let us go, seems we weren't all that appetizin' eh? Well, he did drool on me, so perhaps he was a wee bit tempted... sorry about tha smell by tha way, I'd better head ta tha baths now."
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A new face has been seen hanging around the temple lately. The quite young girl, with pitch black hair, pale skin, a quarterstaff, an axe at her belt and a symbfol of Ilmater hanging from a long chain, seems to be resting there after what must of been a long trip.
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After being brutally killed on the plains south of Jiyyd, Jeremy has been staying inside Peltarch's wall's, often checking the market, commons and all the gates.
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Smoke seen rising from a burning Peltarch Arms Appartments was followed by strange rain which seemed to appear from a clear sky. Cerulean Knights could later be observed scrambling about along with a contingent of Guards after the blaze had subsided.
Rumors of magical arson begin to circulate in relation to the Appartments.
The Magistrate is seen asking the guard sergeant for a report, then heads off to the cerulean HQ to find Henry to ask him to send a report to him concerning this crime.
"Do you have a suspect for this crime yet, and details on who's property was damaged?"
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Smoke seen rising from a burning Peltarch Arms Appartments was followed by strange rain which seemed to appear from a clear sky. Cerulean Knights could later be observed scrambling about along with a contingent of Guards after the blaze had subsided.
Rumors of magical arson begin to circulate in relation to the Appartments.
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_The Cerulean Knights known as Kenton Seth & Jeremy Steel, as well as Xilo & Elyl, were seen heading into the city and to the defenders HQ.
The unusual thing about this was that there was a very burnt and charred female drow body over Jeremy's shoulder. Most people would of noticed the slight grin on Jeremy's face too._
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_The more astute of Peltarchian observers and gossipmongerers might have noticed the prolonged abscence of Black Sails Lt Sabre Seesaw's bodyguard Pavel, who usually accompanies her wherever she goes. After a time of solitude, it could be speculated that she is looking to hire new muscle again, though the man seen in her company lately seems rather lacking in that department. It is a small and slightly built man in worn leathers, face shyly hidden behind his hood, who has been following the sailor lass around for days on end. Though he seems skittish and uncomfortable in the city, he nonetheless trails after Sabre like a puppy, seeming very eager to please the young woman.
Whether or not the man is a bodyguard in training or just an enthusiastic admirerer is anyone's guess, but it seems his efforts to lift her rather bleak spirits has had some modest success._
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_The famed minstrel Ocean recently graced the commons with a string of performances, captivating her audience with one sad song after another, melancholy enough to bring tears to the eyes of even the most seasoned of adventurer. It is said that after the last note of the final song faded, the rain began to fall as if the skies themselves wept.
In the lull between songs, noted Peltarch Defender Lt Lucy Rhodes stumbled into the commons, bleeding profusely and cursing the score of kobolds that apparantly got the drop on her and her squadron near the Giantspires. A subsequent investigation by Black Sails Captain Drelan Ashire and Lt Sabre Seesaw revealed yet another group of well trained kobolds closer to the city itself. It could be speculated that the kobolds are massing their strength yet again, after years of relative peace._
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A golden haired elven lady spends many days in the coming weeks sitting on one of the benches in the commons. A fairly well known Peltarch resident it is not unusal. Her constant presence is somewhat unsual. She is sometimes reading books and at others seems lost in thought. Occasionally she breaks out charcoal and paper working on sketches. If asked to venture outside the city she politely declines.
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A fire haired beauty has been spotted about town lately, her calm manners and ready smile beguiling all the men of the city.
She speaks not of herself, but keeps those she speaks too enthralled by speaking of themselves.
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_Mayham at the bath house!
Rumour leaks out about a vicious killer penguin lurking in the bath house, attacking unwary bathers from below the surface. Many a frightened guest have reported seeing the beast, but inspite of a contingent of guards searching the place, no bird was found. Is it a magical monster, or are there secret passages below the bath house, leading to the Ice Lake? Speculation runs wild. So far there have been no casualties, though a dark-haired sailor lass complained quite vehemently to Selula about peck-marks on her person._
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_A scholarly looking gnome savant introducing himself as Professor Grubby Scud (the V), Magister In Excelsis Episto (2nd Class), has washed up on the shore and taken residence in the Jewel.
Claiming to be an accredited Spellweaver mage as part of their long-distance learning program, "the Professor" has taken on a room in the Mermaid. All loiterers in the pub below will find the queer little man eagre to discuss the publishing prospects in the city. After the first twenty minutes, the caught listener will also be enrapt with excitement at the apparent prospect of the first shipment of his "Metaphysical Guide to Matters Mischieful and Magicful" reaching the shores of the Icelace.
He has taken particular interest in the laws of the state, and has been chatting up various sage-pated locals in the Mermaid about local opinion regarding their usefulness and candour. In particular, the beetle browed fellow seems vexed by the crass simplicity of the present measures.
"Where's your lawyer?" he japes at a passing poor person. Oh the hillarity._
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Dentin is laughed at by those to whom he suggests there are no merchants on the Senate, others shrug, not quite getting his point, others point out to him that "we got who we voted for". Most people seem generally happy with the Senators they or their family supported, and express their reservations about one or two others they did not support, but few seem perturbed about there being some kind of representative problems. A few more travelled citizens are quick to point out to him the superiority of the Senate to the regional comparisons, such as the Damaran monarchy, the Rashemi "Iron fella" and their "odd witches" and "them cursed Thayans".
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_For some time now, Dentin has been spending more time in the city again, watching over the Chapel's construction, which slowly but steadily continues, training and teaching a small group of young men and delivering a wide variety of alchemical mixtures to the city's merchants and craftsmen.
When he does wander about the city, he takes time to speak with many of the common folk, dock workers, craftsmen and merchants, as well as a few Defenders he seems to have worked with in the past. Making no effort to keep the conversation topic secret, Dentin seems interested in people's thoughts on the Senate, though his own belief seems to be that the Senators represent the rich and powerful, rather than the different groups of citizens. After all, there are no merchants, craftsmen, sailors or any other members of the common folk on the Senate._
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A long time resident of Peltarch a lovely golden haired elf has been seen in the company of a grey haired handsome man. They seem to be dining together with some frequency in the festhall, mermaid or occasionally other establishments.
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A familiar face can be seen chatting with Herald Thril for a time, then exiting the City Hall with a scroll which one could only imagine to be new citizenship papers. The symbol of Torm trails behind the man on a cloak.
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Thril can be heard all the way from the Magistrates office, screaming about injustice and how he is afraid for his life.
He rants on about the ranger William Morrison being released too soon (even though if any of the guards are asked, they'll tell you that William's fine was paid in full.), and demands protection as a City Official.
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Of course, that's merely one side of the story. Others, particularly guards and what-not who were asked about the event said that Herald Thril was simply doing his job. When the party guests didn't like what the beauracrat was saying, they threatened to kill him. In fact, according to some, there are arrest warrants out for the party guests; depending on who you ask, the warrants range from a handful of individuals to the entire wedding party! Whatever the case may be, many of the calmer (and usually older) individuals write the whole thing off as a conflict between the Peltarch laws (which can be a bit…archaic) and southern wildness.
