Whispers at the Fire
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@1efa026738=ShadowElf:
SOUTH of the collapsed Sam's Hill
((Uh…thats where their attempting to build it currently.))
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The N'Jast forces that still occupy the crossroads don't take kindly to the construction crews edging north, or their intent.
A few cross words, a few quiet words from a N'Jast Captain to the Construction Foreman, and the general consensus seems to be that if Norwick insists on rebuilding their walls, they can do it south of what N'Jast now claims. SOUTH of the collapsed Sam's Hill
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*Mindful of the recent incidents in and around Norwick, the Iron Chain Clan half-orcs keep entering in Norwick.
Aware of the unnatural darkness that persists over the city, they pay little to no importance to it and keep going at marching pace, heading south.
Once they arrive norwicks old south gate, they emmediately start patroling the woods around the lake.
They slaughter each and every goblin that crosses their path, and get involved in skirmisches with small bands of organized goblins.After a night on patrol, these vicious warriors armed till the teeth and clad in furs and metal can be seen heading back and return to Norwick only to be replaced by another fresh group of Iron Chain Clan half-orcs.*
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_Rumours begin to spread that during the last evening and subsequent dawning of morning, A group of mages and Haribo 'the Great' Lanzurin spent their time drawing some kind of runic pattern on the ground near to the Phoenix guild house. Onlookers began to gather and watched with a sense of morbid curiousity as the spell began to be recited. Some report that in the process of casting the spell, Haribo was engulfed by blue fire and subsequently destroyed by the energy within the circle, taking on the burden rather than let his 'assistants' die as well. Some cling to the more romantic notion that he had something of a fondness for the headmistress of the keep.
Whatever the rumours, Haribo can't be found anywhere.
In his wake, the rune circle hums softly with patient energy. It would appear that the mages successfully created a portal that links Norwick and the city, and while civilians and supplies can be moved through easily enough, there appears to be a force of will behind the portal itself, denying the creation for those that would use it for military ends.
The question left on everyone's mind though, how did he manage to be in two places at once?_
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_Seeing that the ground is too soft or unstable after the collapse of the Hill, the dwarves begin moving the supplies back and surveying the ground to find a solid area to build on. Some dwarves head out north of the crater while some head back.
Knowing that the Barak-tor construction has been solid for years, the dwarves look into that area (that used to be the bottom of the hill) to see if it is stable enough to build on._
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The dwarven workers mutter and grumble, the stones they set just sink under their own weight, any wall built just falls over, the ground still soft and sinking. The swiftness of the tower being built ends one night in a low explosion of mortar and stone as the tower tilts to one side and slides right off its foundations
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_Dwin and a few of his guards and advisers stand atop an unfinished tower that is in the midst of assembly, and watch the "glow" of battle far off to the North.
An occasional Norwick scout materializes out of the shadows and reports into the Chancellor and his folks, offering what one would assume are details on the battle. How close these masters of the shadows can even get is unknown.
Its impossible to ignore, the glow of war on the horizon, even for the folks working on the new walls.
The Dwarven mason-workers stop for their ale breaks and stare off into the North making small talk amongst themselves before getting back to work.
The lumber workers setting working on the supports and wall structures stop too, wipe their foreheads, and stare off to the North. One can only imagine what is happening on Peltarch's doorstep._
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_Work progresses quickly on the construction of the walls. It appears that perhaps even a tower is under construction behind the walls, too early to tell.
The biggest change is that the number of Dwarves working on the stone and masonry sections of the walls has grown by two or three fold within the last several days. Rumor has it that the Chancellor went into the Hold with a big sack of gold and came out with just as many dwarves, ready to work.
Whatever he did, it worked, and the Dwarven-work-songs and drum beats can be heard as far off as the center of town as the walls continue to take shape._
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Several days ago, a small group of battered and bloodied Iron Chain Clan horcs returned to the south gate from somewhere south. Seen arguing amongst themselves, they were tight lipped and as unfriendly as ever to any passerby before heading out north.
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_The troops that were formerly on the Hill have been replaced and have taken up a position north of what's being referred to as "Sam's Folly" or the crater where the hill once stood.
Meanwhile, behind them men of the Realm along with possibly even some strong refugees have begun the task of rebuilding the walls that once protected Norwick's northern flank. Several red-cloaked guards supervise the activities, and a few of the Militia's high-ranking officers have set up a small tent and table to organize the location of the walls and other barriers that are slowly taking shape. A dwarf, often known as the 'The Foreman' also stops by regularly to help comment on the plans and the work as it progresses, and several dwarves from the Hold help to rebuild the defenses as well.
Carts full of lumber from the mills in the east valley go back and forth to supply the workers with the material they need, and carts of stone and masonry come from the Hold, led by Rothes (who are incidentally happy that the bright sun isnt shining in their eyes).
The Chancellor himself, along with his trusted advisers has camped out at Barak-Tor, the Northern Hold, to keep an eye on the construction and to help urge along the work at as fast as possible of a pace._
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Day after day, night after night, groups of Iron Chain Clan half-orcs can be seen entering and leaving Norwick. These groups of half-orcs are seen patroling the woods around the lake and exterminating any gobling and its allies that are unlucky enough to cross their path. When the night ends and the day light start to show, another group of fresh halfers go in, to substitute the tired and battle weary group of Halfers
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In what most folks consider "morning" (hard to tell when morning actually is unless travellers from outside can confirm where the Yellow-face was before they entered the realm) Redcloaks begin distributing food-stuffs to the refugees, while others take well-stocked horse drawn carts to residences and distribute some much-needed sustenance.
Rumor has it that there's plenty more where this came from, and the threats of starvation due to the "dark" and rotting plants are temporarily thwarted.
The supply of food is completely controlled by the Militia, and the location of the food is not immediately obvious or known. Several of the guards mention that they heard the food was allowed to travel south from Peltarch through the N'Jast blockades.
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Groups of Iron Chain Clan halfers can be seen entering Norwick to replace others that are returning from a night of patrol in the woods.
The group beeing replaced can be seen entering norwick from the south gate, showing evidence of beeing involved in skirmishes with whatever lurks behind the trees and bushes at the cover of the dark night.
These barbarian warriors look weary and their armors and wepons are stained with the blood of whatever they´ve fought and slain during their patrols.
Day after day, night after night, waves of these brutish and vicious warriors can be seen heading to the woods right outside norwicks old south-gate. The clank of metal against metal and the squeals of pain and suffering of those wo have fallen before these vicious half-orcs are heard from far, far away. By the end of the night, when the sun starts to rise, these warrior return and new fresh one go in to take their place
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Your friendly neighborhood crafter and farmer, Z, hasn't been seen too much around town, as of late. Instead, he's been spending a significant amount of time working in the workshop in his barn.
When asked about what he's working on, he simply shrugs and replies, "Nuthin'."
Hmmm… :ninja:
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Sela stood raptly as the Warriors of Tempus spoke with Lieutenant Desario. Being a recent disciple of Tempus, she was in awe as the soldiers quoted the dogma of Tempus to the Lieutenant. Her heart, which had been heavy with the news of so many enemies against Norwick, was now lifted. As she watched, another band of devotees, this group to Sulane, marched into town, but here attention was focused fully on the Tempus Warriors. "We may stand a chance now of winning" she thought as she headed off to the barracks for the night….
PapaD
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Rumor has it that an army of warriors from Damara, said to be followers of Tempus, marches all over Narfell.
Rumors of groups breaking off and joining other factions are amidst.
Several warriors have been spotted in Norwick, and were said to be seen being lead into the barracks by a Militia Lieutenant.
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Among the many refugees from Jiyyd, travelers in Norwick would notice a rather pale elf spending much of his days with the refugees, handing out food and providing medical care as necessary. The elf bears no religious symbols, and seems to prefer to keep to himself.
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_Dwin and several of his elite bodyguards and some other dwarves spend some time looking at the site of an unfinished temple in the eastern Valley, on a hill that overlooks the mills and in the distance, the Graveyard.
One of the dwarves, commonly known as simply "the Foreman" makes some notes in a small book as he paces off distances in several directions.
When they come back to the fire and disperse, Dwin asks around if anyone knows any clerics of Lathander._
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Rumor has it that Grag and the town Herald got into a shouting match at the fire over Dwin, Norwick, and N'Jast.
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Grak can be seen near gates of Norwick, talking to assortment of soldiers
Oi ya gits, ya hear them drums and see dem smoke coming frem them small city, eh? Grak gots feeling that yar swordarms ache soon frem over-use. But fear nots ya lot and especially them, who gots coin..
Ya see, Grak knows a trader who gots wide selection of goods available just fer huuuumie and shorty sized folk. Various numerous models of dem gloves, banded or weighed ya name it. Also dem same trader gots some quality quarterstaffs and even some chainmail, forged using some silly metal which ya huuuumies call "brass". It deflects blades better than normal suit of armor.
Since Graks wisdom tells that them walls 'ere bes hit hard very soon, Grak suggest that ya folk digs yar pockets and exchange coins fer some extra safety, eh? If ya thinks ya gots thick-enough armors already, think of them beoynd them walls, eh? Peons, females and all dem snotling-runts, who know nothing aboot fighting. If ya value somebody inside them walls, Grak advices ya to take heed of Graks offer and buy some extra protection fer yar chosen ones…
Rubs hands eagerly
