::New rumours heard in the Mermaid::
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According to a few guardsmen, The Norwick Chancellor visited the city recently, along with a few barbarian militia and other assorted adventurers along with Nate of the Bardic College.
Perhaps it was Nates incredibly flamboyant and clumsy cloak, that he wore but the group was seen heading off far into the giantspires, folk still wondering if the bard and his norwick friends have returned.
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Those in the commons note a strange sight. Roland appears unusually cheerful, and seems to be enjoying a muffin. Some suggest the paladin is retiring to bake pastries. He just grins back.
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Stories spread of a thief found wearing only his small cloths in his victum's house, the man refused to reveal where he hid the loot, claiming a woman stole it from him. The thief hasbeen sent to the cells to contemplate his life of crime.
((three docks children turn to a life of petty villany to survive
))
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_Evendur is rather enthusiastic about the Azuthan sermon that he has recently organized. When questioned, he claims that the recent actions of the Blue Circle Mages and Advisor Keram's assailant, among other things, have led him to believe that the city is in dire need of a reminder that responsible arcanists still exist.
Speculation might swirl in more educated circles that there is more to this than meets the eye. Perhaps the Senator is trying to attract a certain crowd…_
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Mirkali sighs, commenting over his ale
"It's cause tae great manager there is foolish, bloody more foolish than I… Meh, those mages gave me my 32nd death, and I warned 'er anyway, don't make 'er out to be this 'poooor victim'..."
Mirkali rolls up his right sleeve, revealing a piece of parchment stitched on the inside, a row of tallymarks glow when he touches them, seemingly 32 tallies for every death.
Mirkali then takes another drink of his ale, before adding.
"Now I have to find 'er and bloody 'ave a good talk."
Grumbles as he gets up, tossing a few pieces to Anah and looking for Gildor, mumbling curses as he goes.
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Rumors goes that Gildor was attacked in the hills nears the kobolds.
_"Ah yes, I heard it from the Ferret, its all they talk about, how some mages just teleported out of nowhere and gave her a right trashin' before she could act, I heard she was found barely alive in a pool of her own blood"
"how poetic"
"I heard there was five of em, and she faught em off heroicly to the last man"
"I was told it was seven and they had with em.. err armed guards with, uhm.. summoned celestial badgers all in platemail"
"the celestial badgers had platemail?"
"Yeah..? Whats so strange about that"
"Well I have heard crazier things, this -IS- Peltarch afterall"_
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_While Senator Evendur Mildsilver appeared to have been rather exasperated during the performance of the recent play, he claims in retrospect to have found it quite the enlightening spectacle.
In other news, an odd rumor has it that Evendur has only recently recovered from a rash known as the Sembian Itch. If approached about this matter, however, the Senator scowls and launches into a diatribe against Rath Ashald, of all people. Strange, indeed._
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Syne has seemed particularily moved by the play, talking at length about how well Zyphlin had acted.
"I tell you, he was so believable, so in character. They were truly the roles he was born to play. The man is truly at home on a stage."
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Zyphlin can be seen walking around town with a grin on his lips and a tune on his tongue, most famously known as "Rath is great"
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Talk on everyone's lips is about the new play by the bard Nest (or Nate as some would have it), everyone who's everyone, and quite a few who arn't anyone has been to see it (some more interested in the free ale than the thespians) and talk in the taverns is of Rath's exploits and the performance. Even Rath's enemies admit the bards put on a good show, some suggesting it may have been satire…
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_Rumors spread of a dangerous panther that was recently seen prowling the plains east of Peltarch. Apparently the cat possesses a cunning that far exceeds that of most animals, and is capable of melting into the shadows in plain sight. Speculation ranges from "demon cat" to "mutation," but whatever it is, it's deadly.
Senator Evendur Mildsilver has issued an advisory to any hunters in the city, suggesting that they find their meat and pelts elsewhere until the threat is taken care of._
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Word begins to spread that the gypsy bard, Penny Lane, is looking for anyone who knows anything about the history of the red dragon, Rass. She is apparently looking for any and all information, from how old the dragon might be to any stories about Rass's actions over the years. People who know her well say that she is beginning to write an epic poem/song about the life and history of Rass. Word also spreads that she can be found most days at the Romani Camp, and would welcome anyone who wishes to contribute information over a glass of wine or ale.
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Nate is seen walking around casually with short-cut brown hair. His red-dye washed out, the hair cut naturally short. Carrying bound sheets, quills and a half eaten apple. Mumbling about being busy, rehearsals and a play.
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Rumours spread that Eowiel Senella has once again dipped her hand into political affairs, though in a highly unexpected way. Apparantly, so it is said, she is now the Advisor to Senator Rath Ashald. Dispite the increduality many meet these rumours with, the elven girl seems to be spending alot more time at City Hall than she usually does.
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After a Raid by some unidentified Defenders on a local merchant house Chaevre' can be seen talking to a man called Jenze about the recent attacks on the merchants and looting of shops, after some discussion she and Jenze are seen walking off towards the Ferret in the company of a man in Dark clothes with red trims
Nate who apparently had interfered with the raid was shackled by the defenders, unable to pick the Locks Chaevre offered to break them, Polymorphing into an Umberhulk and grabbing the shackles trying to break them unsuccessfully the first time but managed to get them off after soem vigourous shaking and pulling on the chains, much to Nates dismay as he was tossed about in the shackles while the hulk tried to force open the chains, although quite shaken up nate wasnt hurt too badly
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Two of Kaster Lavindo's troops wearing their purple sash can be seen on leave eating in the Mermaid, laughing and talking. They tell of their battle against the kobolds and the civilians that helped. One of them says:
I hear the Cap got a letter from the Lady in the fiery red and gold armor…the Priestess...yeah that's her.. She praised us for our bravery and thanked Cap for sending Danerk to help watch the senator.
Says she thinks Cap is a good leader...she might be suggesting him to take over the defenders to some of her senator friends.
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Rumors can be heard that Senator Evendur Mildsilver, his bodyguard Danerk, his chief advisor Anna Sigerlson, Lieutenant Eowiel Senella of the Cerulean Knights, and dwarven mage Tolin Smalvarktin recently travelled far to the west and north to aid Captain Lavindo's Defender platoon in fighting off an ogre and giant assault. The Senator has openly praised the discipline and valor of these Defenders, and has encouraged other platoons to follow their example.
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The dwarves in the corner of the Maid, merchants from local shops, proprietors at the Peltarch Crafting Hall, and 'maid customers hear Deacon's remarks.
Binvet spits on the floor, then wipes her well-groomed beard. "Nai Dwarves in Peltarch? What are we… Chopped Liver?"
Shaking their heads, they continue to mumble to each other in Dwarven, slowly sipping their ale.
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Deacon glances angered at mog
Nae farking dwarves no were in Peltarch, dey cin have deir small stinkin' norwick, 'an stay dere.
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Rising from a darkened corner a large half orc become visible with a large tankard of grape juice. Raising his mug in salute with abroad grin:
Mog say we hire Dolvaks as official ogre slayers. Dolvaks good at it, Dolvaks like the glory of the fight, and Dolvaks save bunch lives. Mog say we make new Peltarch company with senator's approval. Maybe them go flush them kobold pests out too. Mog say hail General Foilir! May Foilir axe strike true on Peltarch's foes.
Then with a swift pull at his tankard Mog sits down with an amused look on his face.
