Whispers at the Fire
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Adventurers return from a trip to the small crypt and head for the Temple of Chauntea. Junior and Dermin return lifeless. They met a quick and brutal end at the edge of Fendon's blade.
Word is spread that Fendon claims to be nearly finished with some kind of ritual. Junior is quiet on the subject, instead training and preparing for whatever is coming next.
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The undead attacks come in brutal and relentless waves, full of all the horrors of the night; shambling mummies, countless zombies and skeletal foes, wraiths and spectres, shadows and mist, vampires, undead harpies and animals great and small. A major assault from the south and the north at once had the defence reeling, though never breaking, and with the defeat of a dark dragon, the dust seemed to settle. But not for long. The undead forces attack by day and by night, pushing even the most skilled defenders to the limits.
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((OCC : why is this form for?))
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Rumours says little elven druid Aza'ael comes running from howling woods towards the south gates shouting SHADOWS!
((OOC dont know if this is event left over from the night))
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A deep mist covers the valley, and out of it shambling horrors once again assail the gates. However, those who defended the gates spread a dark rumor. According to them, one claiming to speak for the undead stepped forward during the dawn hours bearing an ominous promise:
In one tenday Norwick will be made to bend the knee.
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_Cray donned in his Peacekeeper garb and was in Norwick recently on Official business at the Great Hall.
Afterwards he went to the Inn and sat at the bar. Making it known that he seeks leaders of the PFLN for interview, and that he has no intentions of arresting any of the PFLN membership at this time, as he currently has no evidence against them. He made it sound as though, the worst thing the PFLN could do right now is decline his request for a parlay on neutral ground, as that declining may draw undue suspicion._
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Mean while, Boldbar, when not attending to any new duties as a recruit, has been asking about for Belia or another member of the Circle, about possibly using their command of the elements to easy the digging needed to free the entrance of the Hold.
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Beourn has been seen inspecting the cave-in outside The Hold and asking around town for any volunteers that can swing a pick.
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Shortly after the first attack came along, just as if not more fierce than the first. A smaller group of defenders managed to hold throughout the night and day but many Raumviri fell and the defenders were pushed to the top of the hill before they eventually retook the south gate.
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_After word of bugbears in the pass, the adventurers who had returned to Norwick quickly turned and headed north to deal with the threat.
Shortly thereafter, they returned to Norwick and rushed to the South Gate, word of an undead attack proving correct. They held the gate throughout the night, eventually felling a beast as big as a mountain and keeping the town secure for another night._
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Danika, Ardent, and Hope are seen carrying large sacks of bolts, arrows, and bullets on their backs as they approach to stock the Adventure Mart with ammunition, given a dearth of it in the town.
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_Anyone nearish to Norwick can hear strange noises one night.
It seems to be hobgoblins, singing and cheering. The name "Vert" is constantly heard and cheered, whilst those with some recognition of goblinoid hear many mentions of "dumb humans" and "clever hobgoblins"._
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Elf and Militiaman Havon is now infrequently seen without his young daughter at his side since the recent troubles with Silver Valley. Where he goes, she follows, and he seems to be extra wary, typically keeping the little girl in between his great shield and himself wherever they go.
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A scarred dwarf walks into Tuck-Me-Inn cursing and muttering in dwarven. Disin looks over his shoulder to see Beourn approaching the counter and immediately sets a foaming mug in front of the obviously agitated dwarf.
"What seems t'be the problem, kin?" Disin quickly asks, who would rather not clean up after a dwarven outburst of rage.
Beourn downs the ale instantly and slams the mug on the counter. His scarred face still twisting in anger. Disin quickly refills the mug.
"The stinkin' fishmen tunnels finally get cleared.. An' not only did I find stinkin' fishmen.. I found meself surrounded in darkness by damned Oscuran casters!" Beourn roars as he downs the dark ale. He calms a bit as Disin refills the mug.
"An' I'm sure one o' them damned humans was Kyan. I'd heard some rumors about the lad, wasn't sure meself.. Now he's got me straight axe t'deal with if he still feels like causin' trouble! As fer the other caster…"
Beourn shrugs and downs the mug of ale.
"His sword was drippin' acid.. he looked the usual Oscuran type.. depressed."
Beourn gets out several gold pieces and lays them on the counter, then gets out his pipe and hangs it from his scarred lips.
"I've not hit a vein o' copper in nearly a month. Me patience is worn thin.. Now's not the time t'be testin' me!"
Beourn snarls as he hits two small stones together sending sparks into the bowl of his pipe, then stomps out of the Tuck-Me-Inn, his pipe leaving a faint trail of smoke behind him.
Disin waits a moment after the door slams shut behind Beourn, then sighs in relief at the sight of his bar still in one piece.
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There was another attack on South Gate yesterday. It started with a goblin assassin sneaking inside the town and killing a militia guardsman. Olwyn Wyvernskull, the paladin of Helm, caught and killed the cretin, and then went to south gate to organize the defenses. Legion Private Romulus was there, along with two sturdy dwarves: Gnarl and Beourn. Olwyn brought two Norwick guardsmen armed with axes and shields to stiffen the defense.
The attack, when it came, proved to be relatively minor: three umberhulks and a half dozen goblin soldiers, one shaman. They were easily dispatched by the defenders. While the Norwick company waited for more, the two militia guards got bored and went outside to shoot hawks for fun. Gnarl and Beorn drifted away too. Olwyn and Romulus remained on guard until dawn. No further attacks came.
Login: AubreyMaturin
Character: Romulus Grey
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Eluriel is happy to say that she can show Imril some in the nearby Rawlins and cut or set taps as required.
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_Rumors circulate around the village that an Elf, calling himself Imril, is interested in anyone who might have information on where to find large groves or stands of Maple trees. He claims to offer any lumberer, woodsman, or Ranger with such knowledge 20 gold for such information.
Also, it is heard that an Elf with a red cloak has been seen buying every kettle, pot, and large bowl he can get his hands on._
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_It appears that Sabbas, the meek monk, has taken to the South Gate, never leaving, even sleeping in the dirt, and merely living off tiny morsels of bread and water.
The sword that once sheathed on his back seems to be gone too.
He doesn't really speak, unless questions of Tyr or justice arise._
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Eluriel reports umberhulks above the Ostromines
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Apparantly a less than merry band of bugbears were encountered at the Goblin Hold by an adventuring group, lead by the strikingly tall guardsman Cecil Northman. As one rumour has it, bugbear heads were lopped off left and right by the guardsman's golden sword, before the group fell back against the veritable beehive of angry goblins also stirred up in the assault!
