Whispers at the Fire
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Vash can be seen constantly, watching and searching the forest for any sign of him.
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A dark panther is soon examining the message and surrounding area, trying to sniff out clues.
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Along with Brendel, Caelian is seen combing the Rawlins, speaking with the birds and wolves nearby. Asking whether Jerrick has been seen, and what this message in the grass means.
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_Soon after, the Local Ranger Brendel spends a Day and a night canvassing the area. He seem to go over it with great care, inch by inch, taking note of every Detail he can place.
He the puts questions to any Goblins that are in the area, just in case any of the squirrely Farks saw anything….hoping that they have not so soon forgotten the last message he left with them._
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Anybody passing by Jerrick's camp in the Rawlins near the Misty Pond… will notice a rather disturbing scene.
His campfire is wrecked, the ground is torn up a bit, and it looks like there was a ferocious battle there, with blood on the trees and grass.
Strangely, it looks like some of this blood was used to paint a red message in the grass, that reads,
"BAD KITTY, should have taken the deal! "
The local Druids or any others with the ability to recognize Jerrick's scent would know right away that this is Jerrick's blood…
He has not been seen anywhere since.
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Those who pass through the south gates of Norwick towards the Rawlins notice what appears to be a funeral pyre that's been burnt out… all that remains is ash and the odd drop of metal. A small, crude sign is written nearby, until eventually the weather erodes it.
@52b564c01c:
To the Sister that I always hope to live up to
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During her regular visits down south, Marty has been seen regularly worshiping at both the temple of Lathander and the temple of Chauntea. Sometimes she can spend most of the day in the temples, and keen eyed folk who also attend the temple services may spot her making a heafty contribution to each
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::Rumours spread that the Kelemvor follower Kosef Bersk fell in combat with a powerful undead knight. It is said he died trying to save Norwick and the lands from the machinations of the Throne of Bones….some say that an agent of Kelemvor himself claimed the body::
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Troff Legion is seen asking around for any Cult of the Madgod Helms or Robes. Any who have any should contact him.
((PM me if you have any Madgod items you are willing to part with))
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people say they have seen Rain, a local Militia Recruit dumping loads of dark material in the bins next to the crafters union hall. For what reason? Who knows…
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_*Rumor has it that a certain simple merchant extrodinare Alexi Shivarn shocked and awed people south of Norwick with some fancy hammer skills defeating the skilled swordswoman Rain in two consecutive duels. Only to be defeated barely by the legionaire Troff after a very drawn out duel lasting into the wee hours of the morning.
Some members of the crowd were said to gape in disbelief that the merchant was more than odd bloke with a cow helm. It is yet to be seen however, if the merchant was just extremly favored by the gods that day or if he was he has been secretly hiding his ablitiles for the right time or even still if this was some elaborate plan of his for his next prank. What is known is that a few of the crowd were questioning if this was really Alexi or in fact a -new- Alexi.*_
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_An uproar of laughter is felt throughout Norwick as Benji performs a musical number called 'Bows on Show' for the crowd before Fight Night.
Although most people would describe the performance as horrible, they would also likely say they laughed their arses off._
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Troff Legion has begun spending time in the Lathanderite temple, learning what he can about the god saying he wishes to become one of the faithful. What has caused such passion in the often confused young elf is unkown. Unless of course you ask him, then he points out the heroic actions of one C'tan. Giving his life so that he and his fellows may yet live.
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_As the sun set on another Day in Norwick, the screaming started. By morn, many were the bodies of Dog Tribe goblins found scattered throughout the Woods. Most had certainly been killed as they were fleeing something.
They displayed many types of wounds. Few arrow, most certainly animal savaging, but the most common being precise, clean, slashes and punctures.
It seemed that every goblin man, woman and child of the tribe that could be found, had been coldly killed. At one spot next to a sheltered rockface, a pile of their casters were found. A message written in goblin, of goblin blood, on the wall. It was obviously written by the goblins, one after the other._
"We allowed one of our kind to ambush and ransom an Elf, and have paid the price"
In common also in Goblin blood written below:
"She is mine. I protect these woods and those in them. Cross me again and Goblins for centuries after will remember the fate of your tribe.
Brendel"
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_Word spreads like wildfire that a childkiller is on the loose in Narfell!
It seems that one of the Black Sails, a man called Jay, travelled to Hoarsgate to kill the man that killed his own mother. Nothing terrible, most would agree, if Jay had not continued on to slaughter the man's wife and seven-year old daughter.
Details seem to vary between the whole of the Sails enacting some dark sacrifice to Umberlee with the butchered body of a young girl, between the rogue Jay's bloodlust getting the better of him._
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Rumor has it that the merchant and his employees were ambushed south of Norwick by shades over in the goblin territory the leader of the employees is said to have come back with serve shivers.
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A huge barbarian by name of Jaakko Ahmantappaja is heard speaking (in the tavern with some ale in hand) of encountering angry fire spirits in the woods around norwick. He also tells of animals bursting in flames and burning to cinders right before his eyes.
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MacTavish is back in action! The engineer is standing guard once again at the southern most gate at night, and looks as good as new, yet the clanking continues from the barracks during the day.
When does this guy sleep?
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A lively discussion of corks and much laughing takes place by the Norwick fire.
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Word spread that the simple merchant extraordinaire and one of his employees came back with a rather bone chilling tale of doom after conversing with some spirit.
