Whispers at the Fire
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After another snow-accompanied attack on the gates that is rumored to have happened shortly after the Druids had one of their meetings and had joined the folk at the gates, an argument erupted between Jerrick and the "Grand Advisor Arcane" amongst surely many other noble titles.
Apparently the Hungry one is rumored to be an enemy of one of the furies, and talk of balance and Druids was traded.
Apparently the Grand Advisor Arcane seems to be an expert on all things Druidic now, and felt it wise to "Damn Auril to the abyss" .
The same Jerrick who had a showdown with an Aurilite priestess in Peltarch is now speaking of Auril like she can do some good for the land, too. Is that what balance is? Who knows… the Druid must have had too many herbal druid brownies at the meeting...
He is seen walking to Dwin's office.
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Rumors tell of a score or more of winged horrible creatures that came down upon the town center of Norwick, along with the all-too-common snow that typically accompanies trouble these days. Several witnesses say that these creatures had what looked like scorpion tails, and possibly used them to poison at least one victim.
Unfortunately for these winged creatures, the town center was also the meeting place for adventurers preparing for a voyage and town leaders who were conversing with them. it was the work of just several minutes before all of the creatures, including the flock leader, were dispatched. The Grand Advisor Arcane, Lord Aramuil, deftly collected their poison sacks for reasons unknown.
And perhaps this was meant as a diversion, for while this was happening a group of demonic goblins ransacked some of the Chauntean-blessed fields to the East of town. These greenskin were also quickly destroyed by a white-haired Peltarch senator, and no damage to the crops could be seen–though it is assumed that Chauntea may need to re-bless the ground that these filthy creatures defiled.
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Two Milita Elves…one badly wounded almost dead, and a Half-Orc were seen entering town hurriedly through the SouthGate...they whisper tales of Spectral Wolves chasing them through the Rawlins....Wolves with strange abilities of invisibility and more sinister things....even bold enough to be prowling into the Graveyard and areas close to Town
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Alone elf called Davanros was spotted running from North straight through the town and exiting South, heading toward general direction of elven encampment (or the ruins of it) Some time later, he returns with shocked look in his face. He sits by the tree near campfire and starts to weep
"They left from High Forest to establish a encampment in the woods just a short while ago, it was like Yesterday. Now, they are dead all of them dead… I have come too late to help my cousins, now they have been cursed to walk these lands as wretched undead!
How these....these selfish humans did not lend help when they were attacked?"
Sobs
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_Several folk of the Order of the Watchful Repose were seen travelling south from Norwick to the cemetary, returning a day later with the area noticeably clearer than it was before they went out there. Those that venture into the tombs find that the undead there have been laid to rest, and their remains put back in place as best as could be done.
Of course, within a few days, the undead are back and just as feisty as ever, but there's no harm in trying._
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Tugor Goldbattler reads the sign and curses for seeing it so late. He rushes to the crafting hall but is he too late…
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@ee6f9835c4=Teringer:
A note is attached to a bundle sitting outside by the town firel. It reads:
A gift for any who can use it.
signed
Everyone's favorite Banite,
Quelcoth//Goodies are placed in first crate outside crafting hall for any who want them!
Benji waits to see if the goods are thrown out. If they are he digs them out of the garbage and inspects them.
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A note is attached to a bundle sitting outside by the town firel. It reads:
A gift for any who can use it.
signed
Everyone's favorite Banite,
Quelcoth//Goodies are placed in first crate outside crafting hall for any who want them!
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The Black Sail known as Jay is seen hauling crates off a ship of the small docks in Norwick. He delivers them to the Great Hall unceremoniously. The crates containing various food items and such. The brutish warrior only makes one comment as he drops them off..
"Guess us mean ol' sailors are feedin' Norwick now. Yer heads ain't held s' high now I bet."
He then turns, and leaves Norwick, ignoring any comments that anyone else might make toward him.
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Stories come back to town of a big rocky cratery mess of a hole that now blocks the eastern path around Willow creek where the hobgoblins had been taking a stand now long ago.
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Rumor bustles around the town, and some commoners seem a bit panicked as word spread around from several sources that there have been sightings of a Dracolich under the control of The Hungry One. This, coming after rumors that people marched from Norwick and fought the Hungry One's undead legion aside Bugbear and Hobgoblin, huge black clouds in the sky moving into the eastern Rawlins, and what sounded like hundreds of explosions somewhere in the woods.
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A new lass is in town with fiery red hair and tattoos to match, even her eyes have a fiery look about them. But there seems to be a problem, no-one can understand what she says… people are not sure if it's some strange language or what... but it seems dancing and heating things up is her specialty, oh and she sings though it sounds a bit weird
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General Lyte mentions in passing the increasing dangers of traveling anywhere south of Norwick these days. It is rumored she details Legion and friends destroying several massive battalions of varied tainted creatures just south of the lake….bears, deer, badgers,goblins, hinnak and bugbears, spectres and zombies....all manner of creatures in huge numbers. They seem to be overwhelming the local populations of creatures and bugbears, and turning them into new footsoldiers for the Hungry One's cause.
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_Some folks say that they saw the Chancellor, one of the Dwarven Hold guards, and Eric the lumberjack chasing off a pack of winter wolves that wer pestering the northern parts of town. The pack leader turned and ran after his pack was turned into what the Chancellor called "dinner."
Later, the Chancellor spent some time healing the other 2 and discussing the cold weather, and the prayers of the local folks._
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A cleric from the temple of kelemvor has established a presence in town, standing overlooking the gates with the red cloaks, she says very little but seems sociable enough. But makes it clear she is there from the temple of kelemvor, not for the Repose
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{{The Elven man surviving the recent shipwreck is rumored to be recovering under Tristina and Kia's supervision in the Norwick Apothecary.}}
Grak arrives just in time to hear about latest rumors about shipwrecks sole survivor being treated at Apothecary. He ponders aloud while sitting at campfire
"Ya gits were lucky dat ya gots dat pointy ear alive, ya cans now put ims right inta neckswing.
Why, eh? Well, quite a feat dat pointy ear pulled, as apparently pointy ear imself streered dat riverboat right inta rocks. Dat git musta slit their throaths during his watch or sumthing, ta make sure dat nay others would survived ta witness… Well masked robbery und cold-blooded massmurder, Grak says".
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Rumour has it that both the Chancellor and his Arcane Advisor were struck as hard by the cold as the crops themselves, the pair of them turned into deep-frozen, immobile snowmen by the biting chill in the air. It might even be speculated that the Frostmaiden's cold wrath has a particular bite for Dwin, as icy winds are said to have wrapped all around him, sweeping the stout dwarven figure far away after a divine messenger had been greeted with an axe to the head. Of course, others may insist that an ice mephit is just an ice mephit, and that the Chancellor flew away on his own accord, his cloak flapping in a mysteriously bat-like manner..
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{{The Elven man surviving the recent shipwreck is rumored to be recovering under Tristina and Kia's supervision in the Norwick Apothecary.}}
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_A Norwickian riverboat by the name of Arr Mule has sunk. A single elf was washed ashore to the docks, Umberlee claiming 19 other souls in her watery grave.
In other news, local farmer's wheatfield was struck by cold, destroying half of that farmer's crops._
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Rumors tell of a sizeable group that went south in search of a druid elder kidnapped by bugbear. The group returned carrying the corpse of a druid - one that left with them.
