Whispers at the Fire
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_Word swirls around town of several days of attacks by undead creatures, including Shades that could attack during the daylight hours, something almost unheard of before… and of the near death of the priestess Rith to what looked to be a duplicate of the Dracolich.
Those who were there swear it was only an illusion, but the wounds that they took seemed awfully real..._
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Undead Bugbears!
_It's just another of those days - so common to Norwick - something nasty and obviously evil storms against the southern gates, heedless of the loss of their unlife this yields. And as usual it's the adventuring, heroic types who rise with a heavy sigh from their benches, grab their various weapons and beat down the threat.
It even seems that the variation to that grand old theme this time is the combination of bugbear and undeath in a single corpse - as some sort of undead bugbear supposedly walked out of the woods. Most likely it was just another failed druidic experiment, or perhaps some fell goblin magic. Or could it possibly be the work of some other god yet, as at least one voice proclaims?_
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A man in shadowy armor and with his crimson hair pulled into a ponytail has been seen around Norwick recently, though he seems to keep pretty much to himself. He seems to either ignore, or snap at any attempt at discussion towards him, and for anyone that manages to get close, they smell the distinct odor of alcohol on his raspy breath.
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@33c034469a=SickFish:
_Troff Legion, the elf, has been seen weeping openly and often about the streets of norwick. It's draning him looking weaker from not eating. Occasionally tears run red with blood.
Not that anyone cares. Pansy elf._
_It seems as if the elf has at least deigned to cry in private now, mostly. The constant tear stains on his face seem to indicate he's still not handling himself all that well. Every now and then he is found asleep passed out somewhere in norwick with a small smile on his hollow looking face.
Physically he seems weak and trembling, as if carrying a great weight or suffering some internal injury. Funny since anyone who has seen him draw steel recently, or seen him around a certain elf can attest he still maintains his strength._
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@08342cf668=Jenavee:
Jack Ross, the slightly-less-wild spellsinger, has been seen posting notices on the boards. When read, they describe a spellblade he's recently acquired, and his willingness to sell it for around two thousand coin.
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-Spellblade-
Wizard: Bonus Spell Slot 0
Wizard: Bonus Spell Slot 3 <– Moar fireballs, anyone?
Shelgarn's Persistent Blade: 1/day
No Damage//
Cyrian removes all the notices.
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Jack Ross, the slightly-less-wild spellsinger, has been seen posting notices on the boards. When read, they describe a spellblade he's recently acquired, and his willingness to sell it for around two thousand coin.
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-Spellblade-
Wizard: Bonus Spell Slot 0
Wizard: Bonus Spell Slot 3 <– Moar fireballs, anyone?
Shelgarn's Persistent Blade: 1/day
No Damage//
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Rumours swirl of fell doings in the Western woods very close to Norwick.
A goblin necromancer!
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The little Tymoran priest Alicia Rosenheart of The Golden Eye adventuring troupe can be seen outside of the Inn every now and then, offering blessings of Tymora for free, her charming smile ever present and a silver coin being absently flipped by her slender hand every now and then.
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The corpses of several very large demons are dragged out of the Great Hall. Rupert is later carried out on his shield for raising.
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@0d25706757=SickFish:
_Troff Legion, the elf, has been seen weeping openly and often about the streets of norwick. It's draning him looking weaker from not eating. Occasionally tears run red with blood.
Not that anyone cares. Pansy elf._
Benji hears the news and exclaims:
_" <g>SHITE!
If it's not ONE thing with those damn privates it's ANOTHER! His Gondamn eyes are bleeding?
<g>WHAT THE FARK!"</g></g>_
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_Troff Legion, the elf, has been seen weeping openly and often about the streets of norwick. It's draning him looking weaker from not eating. Occasionally tears run red with blood.
Not that anyone cares. Pansy elf._
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((Sorry about the delay in this, forgot to put it up :x ))
_Word goes around town of a duel of wits, as it were, in the form of a poetry contest between the Jester and the Skald, Val Kyrie. The latter was declared the victor, after a series of entries about a special topic…. dwarven beards!
Much mirth and merriment was had by all, a strange thing some would say, where the Jester is involved._
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((argl, that was meant to be a pm))
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Belma'r has been seeing dashing about murmuring about "Joe" getting what's coming to him. Talk of portals opening, and "fun" happening in the near future. According to the halfing, and i quote "chaos rules"
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Havon announces to Wobbles and those around him during one episode of paranoia that "he is not a ghost" in an attempt to calm the recruit.
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New Militia recruit "Wobbles" runs through the town screaming about how he doesn't want to be a vampire and runs into the barracks, crawls under a bunk, and refuses to come out
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A Peltarchian smith and merchant named Martin Dunderstone recently recruited a large band of Norwick adventurers for an expedition into the Ostromines. Rumor has it they found mithril.
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_Rico Swift's done been kicked outta Norwick.
"What? No! That's not how it happened at all! They just asked me to leave. They were very sorry and apologetic about it, and I agree with their point so I'll avoid the other cities too for the same reasons."_
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Rico Swift, a knight of Sune, returned from an excursion into the Well of Souls, looking weary and pale.
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A day or three ago, a familiar hin showed up at the south gates, looking for a hero, by all accounts. He happened across Jerrick instead, but stuck the title to him many times, much to Jerrick's insistence that he was no such thing.
Regardless of titles, Jerrick accepted a quest, showing that even with his seemingly newfound inner calm upon his return, he is still suicidal to some degree… as the hin was no other than the famed "Derek Underhill!"
Mention of spell components and Pandaemonium itself floateded about the south gate, and then he took a total of three people south with him? Crazies, the lot of them...
Whatever happened, the body of an Obsidian Slaad was found south of the ruins shortly thereafter, upon the return of his group... plus two? They happened just in time to see the remains of a blue dragon slew by a man alone, and a few-would be looters get chased off by a silver dragon.
What a day... but surely that can't ALL be true. Could it?
