Whispers at the Fire
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Possibly based on the assassination rumors, or possibly due to a tryst with a local dwarf-lass, it is rumored that the Chancellor is running the Realm's Operations from within the Dwarven Hold where security is tight and the ale is fresh.
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Said Paladin's just fine, enjoying a cordial relationship with anyone who doesn't strike women in anger. He mumbles and groans about no one taking the time honored tradition of fisticuffs and honor duels seriously anymore. And something about kissing in a manly fashion.
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Benji barges in to Dwin's office.
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Later the next day, the same recruit is seen having an altercation at the Southgate with the Big Druid Horlamin. Whatever they spoke about in a thick toungue, it ended with the druid slapping her, and beating down a hapless paladin.
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_At some point during the evening, sounds can be heard from upstairs in the Grapevine. At first inaudible, they rise into screaming that could be described as someone "murderi'n te fark" out of something.
Despite this, a new Guard recruit is seen leaving the Inn with a beaming smile, and spring to her step._
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Afterwards, Constable Halfabrick holds the Norwick version of a press conference, aka 'people clump up to Wren as she heads for the bar at the Grapevine and toss questions.'
"Is it true the Legion is letting the gnolls through to attack us because the militia sided with Jay the Infamous?"
"Don't be an ass, of course not. The Legion's still guarding the pass like always and we have an alliance. Also, we didn't side with Jay. I believe some militia officers were present unofficial-like, and while they didn't take part in the actual fighting did, I'm told, help heal Legion members."
"Is it true the Order of the Divine Shield is trying to assassinate Dwin?"
"No. Paladins don't do assassinations. Suffering Ilmater, where are you guys getting these from?"
"So why do people in Divine Shield armor keep trying to sneak into town?"
"By 'people' you mean 'goblins'. I suggest you ask them."
"Constable, is it true FitzSqee has sworn to rob Norwick's treasury?"
"Sounds like him."
"Constable, is it true Locrian was fired because Dwin suspected he and FitzSqee were partners?"
"No. He quit, he weren't fired."
"What about this story that Aelthas ate Z's cattle raw?"
"I don't know, what about it?"
"Well, is it true?"
"If it is, Master Z hasn't filed a complaint with us."
"Hey, hey Wren, is it true we're facing famine and Dwin's talking to Miss Biswan about food rationing?"
"Are you kidding? With the cold-demon dead and a Temple of Chauntea, we're expecting bumper crops this year."
"Constable, is it true the Chancellor is planning to marry Miss Biswan?"
shifty look "I cannot confirm or deny any rumors, reports, or statements about dwarven weddings at this time."
"Oi Wren, is it true YOU and Biswan are getting married?"
"I cannot confirm or deny any rumors, reports, or statements about dwarven wedd- HEY! VERY FUNNY. Ha ha. Since we've clearly exhausted the serious questions, and I use the word serious real loosely, how's about getting the hells out of my way and letting me get to my boozer, eh? Only it's been a long day and I need a drink or five. Thanks."
Still mumbling under her breath, she goes to park herself at the bar.
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Stubs guards the door, proudly wearing some recently acquired dwarven stoneplate.
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Dwin and Biswan are seen spending much of their days together, walking through the Realm and visiting with certain long-standing Norwick famillies and businesses.
Most recently, they spent the better part of the day in Dwin's private conference room with the Constable, the Herald, and everyone's favorite guard Davos. The door was only opened several times, mostly to let food or ale in.
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*Z is seen clutching a rolled up piece of parchment and a large animal hide branded with a "Z". He's wandering around town asking for Loc.
Apparently, Locrian recently killed his best milk cow "Bessie" and now Z's looking for some sort of compensation.*
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Lots of gnolls were attacking the north gate in waves!
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_People have been seeing the scruffy redhaired ranger of the Rawlinswood, Clayton Greyfeather… at the creek behind the Grapevine with his hunting knife shaving his stubble off! The strange thing is... he seems to be shaving at night, before going to make camp in the Rawlinswood. Every morning, his red-tinted scruff is back, and stays there all day, only to be shaved again each night.
What?_
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Some say…. that they have seen Locrian without his cape recently.
What in the world?
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Whatever was discussed seems to have lit a fire under Farmer Biswan, as she drops her usual routine in the fields and goes racing around town with a somewhat dazed look on her face, paying calls on the Temple of Chauntea, Regrin Deed at the lumbermill, Vroka, and a good many other people. She even seems to have neglected to bring a book, a first for her.
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The Chancellor can be seen about the Realm with his new Gold Cloaked personal guard, Stubs, travelling from one business to the next.
He's also spent a great deal of time lately with (specifically) Dwarven business owners and kin-residents at extended dinners at the Inn, or long (ale-inspired) meetings within the Great Hall itself.
Amongst those at most of these meetings are Gemli the Merchant, Biswan the Farmer of Old Jiyyd, and several other well-known merchant dwarves from the Dwarven Hold. An unexpected attendee of some of these meetings is also Davos, everyone's favorite guard, though he may be there just for added security.
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After the airship crash, Stubs can be seem with a new fetish attached to his belt, the head of a hell cat. He also can be heard having boasting of having survived three implosion spells (though he wouldn't call them that) and of killing a Bebilith, while completely naked.
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After the flurry expressions of interest by elvish antique hunters, after the gnome's ancient elvish chopper, Perriwig forwards the relevant section of his merchant catalogue to the relevant persons.
((Aka, the PMs will be in the post shortly))
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Many onlookers witnessed a fiery airship zooming past Norwick and coming to rest(with some force) in the remnants of Old Jiyyd. Rumors of a group of adventurers braving the demons and devils to search the wreckage and seek survivors travels throughout. Some say a gnome calling himself Duthos was retrieved from the wreckage, and with it many odd inventions and items. Seems he also seeks to rebuild his airship and will be seeking adventurers to aid in its reconstruction.
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On one chilling ghostly night, from the depths of the horrifying barracks prison echos the terrifying death tune from some unknown and likely insane prisoner
Ol' rat stew, Ol' rat stew
Stings like a bee, smells like a shoe
Hope you like to chew, better cook it through
Pride of the cities, pride of the few
Chewy, chewy, chewy, ol' rat stew.Beggars rejoice, stew in the pot
Run on over, grab some while it's hot
Don't be picky, don't say "icky"
It's hearty and true, ol' rat stew.Some say it's the ghost of the serial killer beggar Ratty "The Rat" Killstone. Others say it's just some idiot.
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_::Rumours begin to grow about a lady rider in crimson and golden armor, with long hair golden as the Sun itself, riding by Norwick's South Gates at Dawnbreak, atop a the mightiest armored dire tiger ever seen.
The rumours say that the lady held a Stormhammer in one hand and a Lathanderite Mirrorshield in the other as her mount strode back from the forests roaring like a a rhino stampede.
It goes further as to mention that the lady and her trusty companion carried the blood and the hoard of the thousand and one bugbears that they had battled night and day.
Soon this duo formed by the mysterious lady and her formidable mount are adressed as The Glorious Tiger Rider. Some rumours even note that there is a tower with the same name near Ormpur, which is where they reside, prepared to strike in the heart of evil when the need arises::_
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FitzSqee of the High Road has struck again, robbing D'Cameron and Rupert in the Norwick Great Hall itself while most of the town's defenders were distracted by a gnoll raid on the northern gates. Rumor has it that they were found naked and locked in the old scout commander's office, and that the Herald is furious.
