Whispers at the Fire
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_Welcome news circulated Norwick, it seems that the affliction that had seen fifteen people isolated outside of the town walls had passed, and that they were no longer a danger to anyone around them from randomly changing forms.
Many of the previously afflicted were seen quickly heading into town for baths, warms meals, and confortable beds._
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**[a grunt wearing colors of Iron Chain Clan enters the town and is obviously looking for certain newly arrived human shaman, who has been asking great many questions about nars pass and its histodry[/b:e5808c1851]
"whes da newly arrived nosy huumie asking questions aboot da pass und tribes? Grand Shaman Grak has granted im un short audience."**
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Being that the Chancellor himself is one of the "exiled" orders are given to deliver meals from the barracks and the inn directly to the group. Likewise, the chancellor calls for a large table and suitable bedding and tents for all.
if I'm to stay put 'ere with all o ya, then we'll at least be comfortable and well fed!
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// Nope, still going. We're all still sitting out there, enjoying the peace and quiet.
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((is the south gate exile still going on? It was my understanding the "coating" of magic would wear off.
If it hasn't yet (almost 3 tendays ago IG) then please let us know. I assumed Dwin was back to normal by now))
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A trio of women dressed in red and black set up a number of tents to shelter those encamped outside Norwick's south gate. A small pile of wood and a sack of food has also been left for those exiled form the town.
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On a stranger note, a quiet Norwick night turned into a boistrous night of drunkenness as ale rain began to fall from the sky, many drinkers running outside to catch the free ale. After a while of many public displays of drunkenness, the guards chased everyone indoors and the rain disappeared.
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_A force of Troblins assaulted the South gates of Norwick the other night catching all resting there quite off guard. The attack was repelled, unfortunately Malika and Horlamin are said to have fallen near the end of the battle, their bodies carried by Maya to the Apothecary for tending. Many of the defenders were struck with the Troblin Curse and as such are now exiled from the town proper for he safety of the people living there.
An elven woman by the name of Syclya, a priestess of Torm, was one of them and she has begun to assemble a small simple shelter to shield her from the elements while she waits out her exile. She received the blessings of Jerrick to begin this endeavour and she can be seen sharing food and blessings alike to those in need. Word spreads that she can be seen routinely walking off into the forest on patrols with any who will join her.
Of note is the tale now spreading amongst the commoners about a group of four consisting of Jerrick, Agarly, Syclya and Milith initially, that aided a lingering spirit in concluding a ritual to replant the long absent Vervain Root in the central plains outside of Jiyyd That Was in an effort to breathe fresh life back into this war torn land. Corellon Himself has blessed this effort by accepting a sacrifice made by Milith and as such the Father of the Seldarine has ensured he will watch over this now sacred ground, a bastion of life and regeneration in a land of destruction and despair._
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The Chancellor has been seen leading his horse and a cart from both the Great Hall and the Union Hall to the newly opened and well-defended Dwarven Hold. The cart leaves the halls full, and generally exits empty.
He is seen often walking and inspecting the new defenses of the Hold with other kin, and speaking or sharing an ale with one of Clangeddin's Axes or Moradin's Hammers as they patrol the cold nights above the Hold.
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// Spellcasters no longer feel any headaches when they enter the "Howling Woods" section of the Rawlinswood. //
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Rumors may speak of a woman in a robe shadow fighting opposite the grapevine inn. While this does not seem so odd, she was said to be doing it with a huge sword swatting and cutting at the air. Oddly enough, sometimes the wounds the woman received while such training to fight seemed real and bled - but that could just as well have been the perception of someone who overinduldged alcohol at the inn.
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Benji comes back with a group of adventurers complaining that they spent all day looking for ((gnomish phrase for 'some shite')) and they didn't find ((gnomish phrase for 'diddly poo'))
"All I know is all our wigglers were complaining the ENTIRE time about some <g>farking</g> head aches. <g>Damn!</g> They're all hung over from SOME great party and they didn't have the <g>farking</g> courtesy to invite me!"
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_Seems there has been a badger wandering Norwick lately….oddly enough seeming quite a ease.
Said badger has been known to accompany many people beyond the gates, and seems to make an able scout...and cuddle-toy...depending on whom the poor creature follows out!!_
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blue eyes follow Vladimir and his group, watching silently from the forest. Occasionally, growls can be heard from nearby. It seems pretty obvious someone or something doesn't like what he is doing
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Vladimir Kursk has been seen hireing adventurers and heading off into the rawlins, collecting vast amounts of animals for ther meat.
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Four Adventurers and a badger were seen on a hunt for coin. Alexi gave them a simply task to make as much coin as possible and return to him with a share of the spoils. After successfully returning the adventures each many a fair amount of coin and a bag of 127 coins was handed over to Alexi.
//Labur currently has this gold and it will be handed over the next time the two meet.
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Recently, a horde of zombie animals attacked the front gates of Norwick. A group of three, two druids and a ranger, stemmed the flow of these creatures enough to keep them from entering the city itself. Afterwards, one of the druids can be seen fingering a very large wolves tooth.
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It seems a lovers quarrel amongst the Sail's has spread into Norwick and has caused a ruckus at the south gate. One blonde and gruff member of the militia was beaten senseless even though a priestess of umberlee tried to intervene. The culprit, another Sail with messy hair stomped out of Norwick without saying a word.
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Individuals have been seeing Rain dump a bunch of new gloves and belts into the crates near the Crafters Union Hall every now and then.
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it seems a follower of Umberlee has left her beloved lake and has taken up residence outside the gates of Norwick with a redcloaked blonde lad.
