Whispers at the Fire
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Duradin, guarding the city at the time, happens to overhear the interchange, he hears the scurry and conversation without turning towards the pair, merely casting his eyes south and shaking his head slightly, anyone nearby can hear him mutter "…Hins..." In an almost disappointed fashion
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//The following conversation is overheard around the Norwick fire one quiet evening between a young unkempt female hin and a gentlemanly Gnome…
Riami Dabble: ::peers::....are you a guhnomey?
Mordechai: ...
Mordechai: ... Pardon?
Riami Dabble: ...are - you - a - guh - nomey
Riami Dabble: hmm?
Mordechai: No, I am Mordechai ... you are mixing me up with some other gnome named agonomy, perhaps.
Riami Dabble: perhaps...perhaps not...::squinty eye::
Riami Dabble: you look...suspicious
Mordechai: thinks on this a moment
Mordechai: What do you suspect I've done?
Riami Dabble: ...what do you have up you sleeve?
Mordechai: looks down at his sleeve and rolls it up a little bit
Riami Dabble: AHA!
Mordechai: Seems to be an arm
Riami Dabble: ...oh..
Riami Dabble: hmm...
Riami Dabble: ::finger to mouth::...your other sleeve?
Mordechai: rolls the first sleeve back down
Mordechai: I'm fairly certain it's just another arm
Riami Dabble: ...
Riami Dabble: well...perhaps you need something for your sleeve then
Riami Dabble: it will fit your image
Riami Dabble: hmm...what can we put up there?...::looks around::
Mordechai: Something like what, pray tell?
Riami Dabble: Riami knows!
Riami Dabble: STAY!::Riami runs off towards the Inn...returning minutes later::
Mordechai: startles a moment before realizing who it is
Riami Dabble: ::runs up holding something wrapped in a towel::
Mordechai: What is that?
Riami Dabble: ::pulls the towel off....revealing....a roast chicken!::
Riami Dabble: you need a chicken bone!
Mordechai: You ... want me to put that in my sleeve?
Riami Dabble: ..here...::pulls off a leg::...eat this...I'll eat the other
Riami Dabble: mmmhmmm
Riami Dabble: ::nodnod::
Mordechai: But ... it will be dirty...
Riami Dabble: ::hands him the chicken leg::
Riami Dabble: ::stares up at him with her filthy looking face::...so?
Mordechai: takes the leg between two fingers delicately
Riami Dabble: ::grins and chows down!::
Riami Dabble: ::chompchimpchomp...slurpity-smack-slobber!::
Mordechai: the thought of a greasy chicken leg up his sleeve clearly quite disgusts him ... and he stands there looking at her with the other chicken leg still dangling from between two fingers
Riami Dabble: ...::stops....eyeing him..then the leg::
Riami Dabble: you don't like chicken?
Mordechai: his mouth hangs slightly open, completely lost for words it seems
Riami Dabble: ....not going to eat that? ::motions to the succulent chicken leg with gnarled remains of her own::
Mordechai: brings himself out of his confusion and slight disgust long enough to shake his head
Riami Dabble: ..ok....::reaches out and plucks the tender morsel from his fingers::
Riami Dabble: ::chows down!....slurp-chomp-nibble-gnaw!::
Mordechai: his hand hangs where it was, still holding a phantom chicken leg
Riami Dabble: ...::glances to the two chicken bones in her hand....small portions of meat still hanging from them...then to his sleeve::
Riami Dabble: ...
Riami Dabble: ::a slow grin spreads across her face...::
Mordechai: Oh no ... no I do not think this is a good plan
Riami Dabble: ...but they long to be in your sleeeeeve!
Riami Dabble: ::eyes widen in madness::
Mordechai: They long to be pitched into the fire pit!
Mordechai: his hand holding the phantom chicken leg snaps out of it's daze and he points to the fire
Riami Dabble: ...::glance ot the left chicken leg::...Mister Chicken bone...you want the fire or the sleeve?...::deep voice::...AH WANT ME A GUHNOMEY SLEEVE
Riami Dabble: ::glance to the Right chicken leg::....Mister Chicken Bone....Fire or Sleeve?....::deep voice::...AH WANT ME A FIRE
Mordechai: You still haven't explained who this Aganomy fellow is...
Mordechai: But chicken in sleeves is entirely unsanitary
Mordechai: scoots away
Riami Dabble: ::flings the one in the fire and lunges toward the gnome with the greasy tidbit that remains!::
Riami Dabble: HYA!
Mordechai: GUAH! ducks to dodge and flee
Mordechai: in a show of flexibility and speed he didn't know himself capable of, he finds himself across the fire from her without a speck of chicken on hi8m
Riami Dabble: ::flings grease and bits of flesh all about!::
Riami Dabble: ...::moans::....sleeeeeve.....
Riami Dabble: ::advances::
Mordechai: Stay right where you are!
Riami Dabble: the chicken bone calls!
Mordechai: I disagree with your unsanitary chicken practices!
Riami Dabble: ...but...its so good....
Mordechai: Then you put it in your sleeve
Riami Dabble: ...OH!
Riami Dabble: ::drops it down!::
Riami Dabble: ::grins and runs off!::
Riami Dabble: Yipee! Hooray! Uh… yahoo!
Mordechai: makes his disgusted face and shivers
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Duradin, the newest recruit to the Norwick Guard can be seen more often than not patrolling the town, keeping an eye out for anything unusual, recently his demeanor is stoic, though with a perpetual frown, if approached he's less than talkative, though if it's something concerning Norwick he's quick to respond and investigate the claims
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Rando seeing the catatonic Goblin stabs it dead and checks in pockets for anything worthwhile and mutters
" Typical, got nothing on it"
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Dead goblins keep showing up on the barrack door step.. always one at a time.. looking like they were chewed up by some beast. and always when no guard is around. Even more odd.. sometimes they're alive.. slobbered and scared out of their wits like they're about to have a heart attack and so scared they dont' move an inch.
People wonder what is causing this odd.. if seemingly not .. dangerous occurence.
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Dwin reminds his advisers when he hears about the Oscuran queries, that all sales of property in the Realm are governed by the Chancellor and his office, and that any Oscuran interest in purchasing should be directed to the Great Hall.
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Word has it that Oscuran agents are inquiring about closed shops, farms, or anyone wishing to sell either. Not that any offers have been made, but they do seem to be keeping track of what is available and how much people want to sell for.
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_Seems a wagon bearing various goods for Oscura has arrived. Various cheeses, pottery and glasswares are being sold from the wagon by a handful of people bearing the sigil of the Black Lotus. If the wagon isn't emptied they give away what's left for free.
At the end of the day they hand the proceeds over to the ranking Norwickian nearby and leave town.
When asked about their odd behvaior they just smile and say 'it's business'_
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_People in Oscuran livery are about town seemingly talking with people and being polite to the various Norwickian officials.
Seems they are doing two things of note quite openly.
First, a group has gone to all the merchants and have handed out a small sack of coins containing a platinum, a gold, an electrum, a silver, and a copper pieces all stamped from Oscuran mints. While handing the coins over they are told the benefits of having a standard coinage weight used for all transactions to maximize merchant profits and minimize loss per coin trade as the Narfell coinage used is a wide mix of various quality and weights used throughout Faerun.
Secondly, another groups seems to be offering jobs for the unemployed and skilled workers in Oscura, for Oscura, and outside Oscura depending on their vocation.
How effective either group is has yet to be seen._
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Caelian has been wandering around the Rawlinswood and Norwick, seemingly preparing things for somebody's arrival.
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The Chancellor sees the large rat-hunting orc above ground for the first time in decades and chuckles a bit. He asks his guards to keep an eye on Bigus, and if he misbehaves or tries to eat anything (or anyone) inappropriate, to lure him back to the jails with a dead rat on a string.
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Bigus Orcus has been released from jail. Not that he was sentenced for anything. he just liked to hang out there and catch the rats to feed the prisoners. He is seen wandering around looking for food
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A small party that traveled to the Lake and the west Rawlinswood encountered a Bugbear caster that stated that the West Rawlinswood was property of the Bugbears. The party seemed to agree that the bugbear was very lost and not in its right mind due to the way it acted
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Rumour spreads troughout the Realm that Rando has adopted a litter of puppies, and sneaks out during the night to go play with them. Or so rumour spreads.
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word has it that an Orc was seen eating its own ear near the fire and liked the taste
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Rumour has it that a group of adventurers encountered magical portals on the outer edge of the Norwick southern defenses. Hooked Horrors, Giant Spiders, Deep Feeders, and an enraged Umberhulk were met and dispatched, but not before they destroyed the southernmost gate and inconvenienced several heroes.
The stalwart band continued south to find the source of the menace, and got as far as the shores of the lake before being forced to turn back after running out of magical resources.
Amongst those present was Elyl, Ginger, Parsley, Gears, Aramuil, and a very scared, very confused Scuttle.
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Arak´Hur can be seen limping into Norwick, coming from te south gate. Word has it that some masked man gave him bad food and in consequence, they fought out side town. Anyone speaking to Arak´Hur wount get any answers from him…probabbly becouse he couldnt hear what they were saying or becouse he simply ignored them
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One morning after sunrise prayers, Elyl and Kia are seen coming from the east valley and heading up to Z's farm. Holding hands and in a happy mood, carrying what looks like a picnic basket and blanket, they enter a field that seems to have the healthiest and highest crops on the farm. Being careful as they enter not to trample the crops they disappear for a while to enjoy their picnic, emerging later with the basket and blanket, both looking happy and content as they head off for home.
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_The young Temposan called "Hammerhand" has been moving around the town, offering blessings from Tempus in exchange for donations to guards and adventurers alike.
At the same time, he's been asking around for any appropriate work that's being offered._
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Runners go out to the various towns and hotspots informing people of a secret job and a strange employer seeking applicants. The runners explain that the details of the job are unknown, but a man at the Mithril Mug tavern is seeking applicants. Anyone is welcome to apply, but there are a limited number of available openings… Skilled adventurer's of any type are welcome to seek out Marshal in the back of the Mithril Mug.
[See job in Oscura forums]
