::New rumours heard in the Mermaid::
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To some people's relief rumors flare up about the arrest of the infamous Beshaban priestess Elissa. While people begin to cheer, it seems that she has been cleared of any charges. Obviously the arrest was a mistake or, as a lot of people say behind her back, an accident.
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Roland is seen leaving the city, though his eccentric gnome advisor is still apparently occupying his Senate quarters.
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::Nate Wingates is seen, taking a liking to poking around and searching the darker, shadowy alleys of the docks and commons district. Casting light spells and using them to search for one child in particular with much intent::
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Sara has been seen, watching some of the kids, taking interest in what they do. Maybe she feels connected to them, being an orphan too?
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Elissa can be seen taking quite an interest in stories about the little knives. She can be seen speaking and listening interested to all kind of people in the docks, always offering her approach to the avoidance of bad luck, if people are willing to listen.
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Ocean sighs heavily and heads to the dock district to see what can be done. Cursing herself for not yet having the orphanage up and running, and then cursing Mirkali loudly for never delivering on any of his promises.
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Chaevre' hears of this group of children and heads off to the Docks to see if she might learn more of them
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_A band of kids have been terrorizing the streets of Peltarch for the past year. Rumor has it that the Guard was well aware of their presence, but shrugged it off since they were mostly just hassling the homeless and the Guard already had more than they could handle with the other gangs appearing.
Thievery from the orphans of war was expected since they would surely starve if they didn't.
In the past few months however the kids have been organizing and stealing from the more well off citizens of the docks district. They mostly go unnoticed by the commonfolk but whenever one IS caught red-handed, the others appear out of nowhere to their friend's rescue.
They all carry daggers and do not seem shy about brandishing them.
Various reports have been filed now with the Guard to see to this matter. The problem seems to be increasing with time.
People are calling these misfits the "Little Knives."_
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Drelan Ashire can be seen in a rather unhappy state of late as if something weighs heavily upon his mind. He is often seen speaking quietly with Corana in the commons.
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Chaevre' Vaelen visits Foilir for the short time he is in Jail and congradulates him on curing the crazy man of whatever disease caused him to go crazy and forget that it ever happened
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Nate Wingates is missing and presumed dead.
((Computer problems won't be fixed any time soon.
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There are rumors going around that the fine upstanding dwarf Foilir was arrested a few days back and spent a tenday behind bars. A woman named Amelia was also tossed in with him. Appearantly he assaulted an old man right on the streets and was tossing him around like a ragdoll. Many people walk on the other side of the street when they see the dwarf coming now. Appearantly afraid he will likely go into a fit of anger and bind their hands and try to kidnap them.
Some say that the old man that was assaulted though was crazed and speaking of death and voices. Though afterwords he seemed just fine and appearantly denied all acquasations that he was crazed or bit by a rat as the dwarf claimed publically.
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A dwarf is seen running quickly to the commons, then bolting westward towards the mountains yelling out "A BRINGINS ROLERTS BACKS!" For those that know this dwarf, he is none other then Ragrin of the Slaughtered Duergar Clan. And, for those that know a dwarf named Rolert, the Rolert Ragrin means as he yells it out is none other then Rolert of The Slaughtered Duergar Clan
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Zyphlin's ears perk when he hears the rumors
Blade and strangulation?! I knew it…
Runs off to the morgue to check his suspicion
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Several people have recently started talking about strange visions and voices they have experienced. Many think they are crazed, or perhaps still grieving their loved ones who have perished in the previous war. One man reportedly leaped from the rooftop of his apartment building though after appearantly going mad. Those who whitnessed it report that he seemed scared and in a panic. Some even say he claimed that his fiancee was one of the walking dead just before he jumped to his death.
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Near the northern docks guards find a man and a woman, dressed in the garb of Bloodspiders slain. The man was sliced by a sword and the woman had a blade in her grasp. She was apparently slain by stranglation by the bruises on her throat and neck. It would seem some sort of lover's quarrel gone awry.
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The bloated, bluff seawoman and Handmaiden of Umberlee has been seen swaggering about the Docks of late, patting her cutlass saltily, and preaching to the sailors in their own language - authentic sea gibberish…
_"Ahoy, cullies! Argh, I be Mercy, Maiden o' the Queen o' the Deeps. An' if ye have sense, wi' a wanion, ye'll be rollin' up right proper, says I! Too long, ye wretched gang o' haddock worriers, ye've been strollin' like farkin-lubberly-landsmen on the Waves wi' out appeasin' its Mistress, wi' a curse! Argh! Know well, ye mangy crew, yer tops'ls will nay stay the storms tae come if ye nay make yer tributes, wi' a wanion! Yer pieces o' price, yer coins an' yer gifts tae appease Umberlee. Fer she be a right harsh bosun, says I, damme fer Waukeen's right teat else!
Now, me an' me messmates be watchin' ye closely, cullies. We be watchin' an' so be the Queen. We hear the scuttlebut wi' a wanion, all old hands aloft an' below. Appease the Queen, or feel the judgement tae come! Boil yer bellies, dragged below, hulls, sloops, barges, frigates an' men-o'-war all be fair prizes, wi' a curse! So watch yer backs cully, an' watch below on the waves ye walk like Calimshite hoories. A lick o' the cat be nothin', 'pared tae a drownin', says I. There be a Queen below, cullies, an' she smells yer faithless, salt-stinking-fish-rearin'-bastardin'-trollopin'-farkin'-sharkin'- souls, damme fer a sea slug else!
The Icelake ain't a pond, cullies. It ha' teeth, wi' a curse, says I, an' that. 'Ware, lest it swallow ye up! ::cackles saltily::_
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A familiar face in the commons seems to missing as of late. Last seen heading in a southwestern direction it has been weeks since the red head was last spotted. Guards at the main gate say they spotted her leaving with an over stuffed pack and a handsome man at her side while others report her leaving alone, stepping softly into the Nars Pass, completely enveloped by the shadows.
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Attraced by the dying howl of lion, a few curious people went up the west wall from the market and peered out, wondering what a lion would do on this side of Peltarch. But none was to be seen. Only a few people sitting at the fire place and talking. Those who stuck around longer however witnessed the oddest of ogres. Barging through the outer gate running past the few people that were there and ripping out what they had roasted over the fire and taking off with it. Harming none.
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Those around the docks may hear about Captain Nicholas having only recently been returned to the city. Rumor has it that his ship was attacked and he was left for dead until a small merchant ship picked him up. He has been missing for some time now it would seem.
