::New rumours heard in the Mermaid::
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Rumours abound that renegade Defenders have taken the ogre caves near Peltarch as thier own, and attack any who venture too close to them.
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Vague rumors circulate that a swarm of bats in the commons somehow engulfed a man in darkness not long ago. When the darkness lifted, both the bats and the man were gone. Former Senator Evendur Mildsilver was evidently present during this ordeal, but his involvement is uncertain. Regardless, he is remaining quite tight-lipped about the situation.
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Rumour has it a barbarian woman has pitched a small tent outside the city. She seems to have moved in there, visiting the City only when she has to and muttering something about wanting the damned temple finished so she can get the cold out of her bones.
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_Former Senator Mildsilver has been prevalent about town lately, making use of what remains of his notoriety to gauge the welfare of the city.
Those who knew him in the past speak of a subtle change in his personality. He has not been seen to smile once since his return, and speaks with dark candor about having "lost almost everything." At the same time, however, he retains a burning passion in his dedication to Azuth and has even been spotted performing random acts of… kindness._
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_In celebration of the recent events, The Dolvak store invites any and all Peltarch residents in for some free ale and snacks. Nor is also happy to discuss basic pest-deterrent processes and best practices.
Dwin dropped in for a while and was quoted as saying "We Dolvaks are always happy and delighted to help our beloved Jewel of the Icelake… and we are happy to have once again helped rid the city of the foul vermin which tends to fester here."_
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_Rumors circles that a group of young and aspiring heroes saved the city from a potential attack.
Nor Dolvak the Peltarch rat-catcher was seen leaving Dunderstones office with a smug expression, half dancing down the pavement.
Apparently a madman calling himself "Vermin the Beastlord" had tried to get from the city a ransom, demanding a fortune or he would unleash his horde of specially bred rats, of which he would infest the city, and supposedly cause chaos.
Dunderstone had taken the mans demand as a joke, and despite Nor's best effort, he had been stranded to locate and deal with the threat alone.
But not quite alone. He hired a group of strapping young warriors and mages, all new to the land, to investigate and gather evidence. And evidence they found. Having located his hiding place, and slayed most of the colony, they came face to face with the man himself, whom according to Nor, was nothing less than a Wererat.
With the evidence not even Dunderstone could deny there had been a possible threat, ignored by the guards.
And so Peltarch was saved, to go about it's way another day. (That rhymes)_
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_Rumour begins to circulate around the port city of Peltarch and then leading further south that a group of heavily armed knights with the colours of the order of the watchful repose were seen entering and boarding a ship in Peltarch. Those nearby when they were passing remark hearing something about a holy quest of Kelemvor's, the judge of the damned. Their number finally set sail for an unconfirmed destination that took them far along into the Moonsea river.
The notable figures in the group, some of Narfell's most well known warriors were amongst them, along with several high known priests in the region ; Melanie Stern, Kara Du'Monte and the good Magistrate Barrim Asbravn , along with Magistrate Shannon De'Arneau, Kim Adderglee and the Keeper of the Watchful Repose, Shae Aers.
The group were said to have left the port town and not returned for at least several tendays. Although the details of their journey are unknown, they arrived back in Peltarch on the following month battered, bruised and yet in high spirits. Gossip surrounding the group suggests that their holy quest was indeed a success.
Whether this coincides with the disappearance of the restless undead of the broken Amaunatorai worshippers, It is unknown.
Following the return of the holy knights from their journey, a rumour begins to circulate about the gondar 'priest' , Dentin Strauss…it is said the man gave up all pretenses of honour and lowered himself to the level of graverobbing scum when he defiled the remains of an honourable warrior by taking their weapons. Further rumours suggest that force had to be applied to get the item he stole returned.
Whatever happened on the journey, It is clear that a slight on the reputation of the Gondar is growing._
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_The unsettling cloaked man was seen briefly near the Peltarch commons last night, lurking in the shadows. Word has it that he was approached by a curious adventurer, only to babble about somehow being "bound" to the city against his will.
Perhaps he is just another crazed beggar consumed by his plight. Perhaps…
Whatever his intent, he soon thereafter returned to his crude camp near a peculiar tree to the east of the city._
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It appears that the City's senior magistrate Barrim might be becoming predicatable in his movements. He appears to pop out of his office just before Highsun thesedays, following a long trip from the city to read over his mail, his outstanding warrants and to speak about the law to those citizens passing by in the commons.
He doesn't appear any more cheered, or less serious in demeanor than usual, clearly he is immersed in his study and reading as he is often seen to do. He does appear a little more reflective in the noonday sun.
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Rumour spreads trough city's blacksmiths and those with an interest in weapons and history, that Kelemnvorite hypocrisy caused the destruction of a 1000-year old Netherese sword. A considerable loss for those who would study that era, not to mention the masters of steel. After all, a sword that survives more than 1000 years of service could have provided many improvements to metallurgical knowledge. Alas, it seems the Kelemnvorans are fully empowered to hold back the progress of knowledge.
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_Those who have travelled to the east of the city lately have almost unfailingly come across a strange cowled man seated by the outermost gate. Attempts to communicate with him are met with failure, as his attention seems focused on a particular member of the local ecosystem.
Some of the more intuitive might sense that the stranger's very soul is exhausted beyond belief. The reason for his presence, however, remains a mystery…_
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Some people notice a rather localized tremor near the watchtower to the south. While the reason for this remains unclear, a small group of Sails reportedly enters Peltarch from there, looking rather stabbed and cut up. Their main topic of conversation seems to circle around some extraplanar creatures - commonly only known from nightmares - that they supposedly fought. The Sails mainly appear too tired to talk much, though, and proceed with only little delay towards the docks. Where they supposedly trade their new cock-and-bull story for other, equally horrifying tall tales from other sea faring people.
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_Several days ago, an unusual cloaked figure was seen purposefully wandering the streets of the city. Naturally this isn't to say that cowled travelers are that uncommon, but rather that this one seemed more suspicious than most.
He was last seen leaving town to the south, and has not been spotted since._
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Curiouser and Curiouser…
_Quite by surprise, your local stinky priestess of Umberlee, Mercy, has had an impromptu bath - five years ahead of the usual 18 year rotation. Her hair has been scrubbed out - freeing all but the barnacle-iest barnacles from her mop. She's also dabbled a new coat of blue hair dye onto the pile, so her locks - now knotted with new finds and acquisitions from the seashore - is the most vivid blue it has been while in Narfell…
Speaking of vivid, intrepid Peltarchian watchers will undoubtedly notice - though they try not to - that Mercy's plate has disappeared, and in its place she wears a suit entirely fashioned from sea-shells of every colour and hue. The effect is, to say the least, surprising, as is the hardness of her new shell-coat. It is clearly enchanted, and heavy in the Queen's blessing._
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A group of Black Sails return from the foothills looking bloodied and battered, large bite- and clawmarks torn here and there into flesh, leather and metal. In spite of looking like they just took quite the licking, spirits are high; in fact so high that onlookers might be led to speculate that some grand treasure was found, if not for the darkly irritable grumblings of the dwarven priestess Mercy. Whatever happened on the outing seems to be of much amusement to all the Sails save Mercy, who for once seems to be the butt of the joke.
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Aside from rumors about a woman who ended up with a child and an uninterested father, some people mention encountering a patrol of Peltarch forces in the foothills. The patrol there apparently encountered heavy resistance from kobolds, leaving a heap of kobold corpses littered on some hill. The leader of the patrol is said to have claimed that they were ambushed by the kobolds. The group of adventurers returning from there, seem to look battered and beaten and whether they're happy the kobolds were taken care off, or even if they returned in that state from ogres, and bears, and were all the more happy not to have to fight that kobold force, remains without definite answers from those involved. Speculation has the kobolds targetting the group of adventurer's suspecting that they were trafficking illegal, or at least expensive goods.
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That same man has also been seen spending unnaturally long times in the local library, mostly studying Peltarch history.
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Ocean is more than happy to accept new entertainment for the children, though her usual reserve means that she keeps an eye on the man for a while until she knows and trusts him better.
Pleased at the news, the man can often be found reading to the children from now on, he just smiles warmly at their reactions to his storytelling.
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Ocean is more than happy to accept new entertainment for the children, though her usual reserve means that she keeps an eye on the man for a while until she knows and trusts him better.
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A simple looking man with a staff and wearing a deep purple cloak has inquired at the local orphanage, asking if they need anyone to read the children stories.
