Whispers at the Fire
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_The strawberry-coated hawkeye and Peltarchian gastrognome Perriwig P. Doubleday apparently used his recent "big-game hunting trip" to the Rawlinswood to foil what he describes as a "nefarious goblinoid plot to embezzle and otherwise illicitly acquire head gear, hats and other noddle-warming garments…"
According to the enthusing gnome, a whole goblinoid crime syndicate was implicated, but he and his "faithful squire", the halfling Raul, put an end to the whole murky scheme. To those admirers clamouring for more information - or more probably, to those bored bystanders he addresses his comments to - Perriwig has promised to send a blow by blow account to the Narfell Post for the wider public's interest and edification..._
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A new hin is to be seen in Norwick, he spends much time at the fire warming his little hands and looking curiosly at adventurers
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*Iron Chain Clan half-orcs, lead by their leader Arak´Hur, were about to go on one of theirs daily patrol when Norwicks Militia Commander Devlin Desario and new recruit named Brakrum, intercepted them by the lake having a little chat with a dodgy ladd that goes about by the name Vick. They all went to rawlinswood far-east and patroled the interior of a goblin and vermin infested cave. They fought hords of goblins and their sort, but made it back together safe and sound, with their bags packed with what they took from the goblins that fell at their feet, and some ore also. Norwicks commander Devlin Desario was abble to see by himself that the coins paid to these group of half-orcs is well spent *
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_The Chancellor makes regular visits to the wall construction in the pass, often asking questions of the workers or even lending a hand when needed.
Now that the light has returned and the fear has left the region, the progress has picked up as has the motivation of the workers to complete it._
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A group of mercenaries left Norwick early one morning, grim determination on their faces. However, after two days in the woods, they returned with a bugbear head and a few necklaces the claim to be heirlooms. They spread the word that the Silverbane Sellswords are up for hire. And they always get their mark.
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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
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_After being sustained for almost the duration of the war, the teleportation circle atop the eastern hill in Norwick has finally lost the magical glimmer that surrounded the circle. As the night passes on, a long wispy sigh ripples across the breezing wind, as if someone had lost a great weight from their shoulders.
On the following morning, the teleportation circle on the hill is no more. The runes have faded and the chalked circle has broken and blown away. The gentle presence that was felt when approaching near to the circle has now gone, to where, noone knows._
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Lets just drop it all… they lost their homes, and we are lucky enough to have room for some of their folks. Cant blame them fer bein a bit bitter.
I cant say I'd be all that polite if I was in their boots either.
Dwin nods at his own folks
We got enough work to do rebuildin, replantin, and finishin' off that fool Ostromog. Lets keep focused and not get distracted.
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As the estranged elf leaves town, the Colonel the Militia can only utter a few solemn words…
"Funny how Norwick officials were hiding when we were standing at the front-lines when Jiyyd was being attacked by N'Jast. Guess they forgot about that part..."
The Colonel goes on about his business, spouting around orders to the guards, and what not.
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@3bfc07584d=Darkspyr:
A story circulates, not sure from where, maybe a guard in his cups. Something vague about the Jiyyd residents could now return to their homes now that the N"Jast army had been destroyed….. Oh wait, the Legion burnt it too the ground...well things can be rebuilt...but oh wait the general of the Legion unleashed a horde of demons on the town.....ah well, such is life.
Lyte, who has publically remained silent on the matter of who burned down Jiyyd, is reputed to speak up when the dirty lies are spread.
_"It was Norwick's Advisor Aramuil who burned Jiyyd and The Silver Valley, directly against my orders not to do so, while the fate of the town was still in doubt, and I and others fought still at it's eastern gate holding the town against war machines.
Anyone who doubts this truth should ask Aramuil himself, and should hold their craven tongues about things that occured while they cowered under mattresses in Norwick's dank basements."_
With that, a disgusted look on her face, the elven woman is rumored to have left, to the north out of Norwick.
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A story circulates, not sure from where, maybe a guard in his cups. Something vague about the Jiyyd residents could now return to their homes now that the N"Jast army had been destroyed….. Oh wait, the Legion burnt it too the ground...well things can be rebuilt...but oh wait the general of the Legion unleashed a horde of demons on the town.....ah well, such is life.
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Dwin's speechs prior to the darkness lifting do little of anything. There are no children present to give coins too….there are no people to hear his tells of Maythor...as they are still all inside and staying away from the darkness and weary of Norwickian government.
After the sun returns, the general atmosphere increases the town over. People slowly begin to come back out, seeing the sun and saying prayers to the Lord Lathander. Though the majority of citizens, while friendly to Dwin and other members of the Norwick Government, give an almost instant cold shoulder as they try to speak ill of the Legion. They politely excuse themselves when such talk comes up, removing themselves from the presence of such people.
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_Dilinus Gest came out of the dwarven hold and first couldn't believe his eyes the darkness seemed to be gone after a loud spoken prayer to the Morninglord at dusk he went into Norwick to the campfire to wait for the dawn. When the sun rised he went to the old ruins and further on to the lake with a smile on his face and silently praising Lathander he travelled through the sunshine. When he arrived at the lake he spoke a silent prayer to Lathander and began his daily patrols.
After his patrols which included all areas he know to be affected from the darkness Dilinus told the refugees that the darkness is gone and that he lefts some food for them at Daren's shop next to them and that they are free to take it whenever they want._
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_The Chancellor spends a great deal of time walking through the Refugee camps, handing out coins to children, and trying to allay any fears… explaining that we will once again see the light of the Sun within days, hopefully.
He also retells the story of the duel with Maythor, and makes sure to question the Legion's motives in criticizing the Lord Chancellor for staying neutral in an effort to keep them all safe._
Can you imagine asking someone to hold your child, your most prized possession… then criticizin' him later for not fighting at your side one-handed while yer still holdin' her child? I just dont understand what the Legion was tryin' to do!
They been through a lot, maybe they just need some rest to see things clearly.
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Rumor has it that Maythor Troff, a longstanding Norwick resident, burst into town on horseback and then approached the Chancellor, axe drawn.
Words were passed. Then angry words were traded, and painful accusations were made against the Chancellor, savior of the Jiyyd Refugees, in both Common and the Dwarven Tongue.
Whether Maythor was drunk, under some spell or witchery, or just confused is unknown.
What is known is that the Chancellor knocked him on his arse after Maythor challenged his honor and attacked. It was a challenging battle, witnesses might say, in which the Chancellor was also seriously wounded.
Holding Maythor's prized axe as his own prize, the Chancellor apparently made the beaten and bloodied Troff swear an oath to him and the Realm. After which, Maythor hobbled off to the healers.
"A rumor is spread upon the revelation of Dwin's new and self imposed title of "Savior of the Jiyyd Refugees" that a much more appropriate title for the self-serving chancellor is "Savior of his Own Ass".
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Iron Chain Clan half-orcs keep patroling around Norwicks pond, in the south woods. They slaughter each and every goblin they stumble upon. They make sure the woods are clear before returning back to Norwicks south gate to be replaced by another fresh group of Iron Chain Clan Halfers
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Rumor has it that Maythor Troff, a longstanding Norwick resident, burst into town on horseback and then approached the Chancellor, axe drawn.
Words were passed. Then angry words were traded, and painful accusations were made against the Chancellor, savior of the Jiyyd Refugees, in both Common and the Dwarven Tongue.
Whether Maythor was drunk, under some spell or witchery, or just confused is unknown.
What is known is that the Chancellor knocked him on his arse after Maythor challenged his honor and attacked. It was a challenging battle, witnesses might say, in which the Chancellor was also seriously wounded.
Holding Maythor's prized axe as his own prize, the Chancellor apparently made the beaten and bloodied Troff swear an oath to him and the Realm. After which, Maythor hobbled off to the healers.
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Sela Thenders, Senior Militia Guardsman, noted the poor attendance but was buoyed by the Chancellor's speech. She was most happy to hear that Maya, a warrior she admired greatly, was returning to the Militia. She decided that she would sleep well tonight!
PapaD
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Few citizens are present for the speech, with the town remaining still for the most part a ghost town as people refuse to leave their homes or tents. The few residents and adventurer's present nod to at the speech, fairly worded and delivered fine, though not with such skill that seems to raise any true deep emotions in those listening. The news of a strong warrior returned seems to cause a few comforting nods. The words of the eastlanders potential return seems to cause some frowns by the few older people in attendance. In the end, a few congratulate Devlin on his promotion but most quickly scurry back inside and away from the imposing darkness.
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Dwin and several of his advisers and trusted Militia officers assemble on the steps of the Great Hall one evening. Word was spread throughout the day that there might be a short speech in what the citizens perceive to be "evening" in the darkness.
Citizens of the Realm! I want to thank you all for coming to listen to me today, I promise to keep my speech short.
We are making some progress against this miserable darkness that has plagued us. We hope that in the very near future we might conquer it and once again bring the Sun's light… and the moon too for that matter... back to our fertile ground.
Your hopes and optimism are what has carried us through this dark time, and you are all to thank. I know how difficult it has been, and I do not believe any other land would have people with hearts large enough to deal with this cold dark shadow that has been over us. The hearts of Norwick are strong, and steadfast, and you have yourselves to thank!
Keep hope, and we will soon have light! Be kind to your neighbors, and have patience... we are almost through!
Speaking of neighbors, I want to speak to you all about the Nars pass. As I foretold, the Romani camp... or what is left of them, has now transformed itself into Eastlanders. Some gray beards here may still bear the scars of Eastlander battles, and some of youn yungins may have heard the stories of old. The camp is now indeed calling itself an Eastlander village of sorts, and has "reclaimed" its land in the pass.
We have nothing to fear, though... and I want to be clear about this! The people of the camp have always been peaceful, and we hope that to be the same moving forward. If you have business that takes you north through the land they now claim, then do so peacefully and they will in turn allow you to pass. You are all Norwickians, and responsible for your actions outside of the realm as well as inside of it. Act as your forefathers have, and pass through the Nars with pride... do not linger or pause to cause any problems.
Finally, as I promised to keep this short... I have some news about the Militia and my own staff to share.
First, and proudly... Maya, our old Friend has returned to the Militia to help train a new generation of proud warriors uner the watchful eyes of Tempus. I am sure she will make him as proud as she has made us over her many years of service.
Second, as all good things must pass, so has Mord's Reign over the Militia. This is bittersweet, as Mord has given more than I can even describe to this Realm in his days, and will be staying on as a top adviser of mine. He has grown our Militia into an amazing machine that has kept us all safe for many years. Mord, we are forever indebted to your service.
You all know Colonel Devlin, and will join me in welcoming him as the new leader of our brave hardened troops! gives the fist-to-chest salute towards Devlin
Citizens of the Realm! We thank you all for your continued hope and optimism! Keep your hearts strong, and one day very soon we will all wake to a new day... full of Light!
