Whispers at the Fire
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Therean, the oddly cheerful elf, when not adventuring in the company of Ama'bael, Ael'Que, Uniel, Elsbeth and others, occasionally passes time atop the hill behind the Grapevine practicing The Dance of Swirling Winds for the upcoming Seldarine dance.
While the small lily entwined in his braid - despite the continual efforts of the Winged Brother over the past month to the contrary - has finally begun to slowly wither, his smile is everpresent, and his eyes twinkle happily around the other SoS, possibly even moreso around one in particular.
Therean is pleased about all the possible new friends he has met, though sad to see Cara leave. He says an extra prayer for a safe journey for her and her babe.
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The bald beardless dwarf Vandekaus can be seem around the town asking for Rith.
Aperently, he has an urgent matter to speak to her.
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Havon apparently oversees Hammerhand's labor… appearing somewhat reluctant.
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In the tenday to come, Hammer works alongside Norwick's lumberjacks and carpenters on the construction of a new gate. Apparantly, he was 'volunteered' by Locrian after an incident involving Hammer, a chatty hin and a well-done smashdown.
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_Shadows attacked Norwick, held of by only three militia, Hammerhand and a new adventurer. It was a close battle, one that two of the militia did not survive. Not long after, a strange man Hammer knows as Mard Diams appeared, the darkness seeming to 'drip' off him. Just as Hammer was about to throw him into the shrine of Lathander, the darkness formed into a .. dark figure, that spoke the usual rhetoric of impending doom and gloom.
"Farking magic farker couldn't even defeat -me-. Damned thing belongs in Oscura, where they like shadows. Why's it that every other week something comes along and threatens death, destruction and warm beer, even though the week before that we made a footnote of another one. Every damned time…"_
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Over a day and two nights, all sorts of undead and goblins attacked the Norwick gates. From the front, from the sides and even from below, they were driven back time and again. Even the appearance of several massive undead constructs, taller than houses, was not enough to break the defense.
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_The songstress Val Kyrie, dressed in red, appeared in the middle of the Norwick Fairgrounds a few nights ago, in a burst of dark energy. Caelisar and Belia with her, and a queasy look on their faces.
What could that bard have been up to?_
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Aramuil strolls out of his office and into the courtyard around the Great Hall, notices the man and calmly walks up, examining the scroll. A moment later he waves some nearby militiamen who promptly haul the man into the barracks while the white mage wanders back into the Great Hall
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A man is found outside the Norwick barracks. Hog tied and gagged, a scroll case is tucked into the ropes binding his hands. Dark haired and eyed, the man looks about, obviously awake but groggy eyed. A quick perusal of the papers in the scroll case show a number of invoices and shipping documents with the cargo clearly marked as slaves.
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Shadows descended on portions of the Rawlinswood over the past week, they're they lingered even after the rising of the sun. Some folks report of shadowy figures moving about, others dismiss the rumors as superstition or wives tales.
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An oddly cheerful elf has taken to wearing a feather behind the wing on his helm, and more recently to wearing a small lilly in his hair, the stem entwined in his braid.
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And it appears that the young son of Norwick farmers, Mike Bin, is really up to something.
After just a few days at the fires, almost everyone knows what he s all about: he wants to be a “heroe”.And he already has a whole plan figured out! As he is saying all around town, he just needs to get to the chilly cave, rescue the creepy ghost girl e kill the mad wizard!
He also states that he needs a cloak, because no real “heroe” is ever spotted without one.
And a bard, after all, he’ll need someone to tell the others his heroic deeds.Every word comes out of his mouth so simply that it makes one believe, even for a short while, that things are, in fact, that easy.
Ah! The innocence of the youth and its wonderful way of seeing the world.
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Char: Mike Bin, almost a hero
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Anyone who enters the Hold can see Thorin honing his fighting skills and after he getting tired,retires to the inn.Habitants can see him overeacting sometimes,which results in him collapsing and being dragged to the inn's rooms.This is continuous for many days now…
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Cara Desh has been sulking around town since fight night, after leaving suddenly due to a "stomach ache" ((my computer suicided last night)) she walks slow, limping as she complains her feet are hurting.
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The recent Fight Night ran smoothly with Benji's fiancee hosting the event in his place. The town's mage spiced up the fun with spells that changed people into zombies and chickens. Not real zombies, of course.
"Don't forget about the wedding!" she loudly proclaimed in between events. "It's going to be instead of the next Fight Night, at the Silver Valley! Everybody's invited!"
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A new face can be spoted at the south gates once in a while.
A relatively young man, not older than 18, wearing a purple suit and carrying a bow at his shoulder.
Anyone used to Norwick´s farmlands would recognize him, as the only son of the Bin's farmer family. Humble and hard working people.
Curiously, his apearences are always for a short while and only when his parents are no in town.
He makes short trips south, mostly to the goblins lands.Why this farmer to be is having this new routine is unknown.
Benji approaches and points at the kid's bow.
"You know you'd be much better off with a crossbow, right? Let me know when you decide to replace that silly stick and string with a proper ranged weapon."
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A new face can be spoted at the south gates once in a while.
A relatively young man, not older than 18, wearing a purple suit and carrying a bow at his shoulder.
Anyone used to Norwick´s farmlands would recognize him, as the only son of the Bin's farmer family. Humble and hard working people.
Curiously, his apearences are always for a short while and only when his parents are no in town.
He makes short trips south, mostly to the goblins lands.Why this farmer to be is having this new routine is unknown.
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Targohr stands outside the southern gate of Norwick. In his hand he clutches a blue lotus petal, and has a small glint of sadness in his eye. It's been a long time since fellow Karhuntalja Smasher and friend Horlamin, druid of Auril left Narfell.
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The woodsman known as Hess, now sporting a beard and long hair, continues to clear the rotting trees from the Rawlins.
With his updated armor and a few finer looking blades, he's now able to travel further into the Hobgoblin-woods and offer Sylvanus's Blessings to sickly trees that are still sick from the taint of years ago.
As always, the trees that have rotted beyond a healthy return are brought down, blessed, mulched as best possible, and new seeds are planted in their place.
When he isn't out running or tree-pruning, he's usually found close to his mentor Jerrick and the rest of the 'hippies' from the Circle.
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That very evening the body of Persephone is brought back to town by a shattered Ael'Que. Therean prays that her gentle spirit does not allow the dark voice his victory and returns to the living soon.
Spoting the scene, Kabul offers any help he can to bring her back. His usual emotionless face, can t hide a strong feeling of sadness. His eyes also display something else.
A wish of revenge, some would say. While some others, would asseverate it s a sign of guilt.
