Whispers at the Fire
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_Rumor is that the party at Maria's tower was crowded, there was music, singing and a lot of laughs. Known people such as High Priest Rith or the loremaster Val Kyrie were present, as they were some celestials, even a celestial Avoral showed up briefly some say.
It's also said, that the party was interrupted by a large force of hobgoblins trying to take the tower. The hobgoblins were defeated quickly.
Some people that went to hobgoblins lands some hours later came back to town speaking about hundreds of hobgoblin corpses, most of them burnt. Not a single hobgoblin they could find there alive…. maybe some mage got mad at the hobgoblins..._
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María is lately rarely seen around, and when you see her, she looks somewhat tired, as if she was missing a day of sleep and she doesn't stop to talk to anyone whatsoever.
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Rumours quickly spread through Norwick that the respected town healer and Corporal in the Troff Legion, Calendel, was struck drown during a trip into the lost city by a giant stone Dragon and although attempts were made to by the great Cleric Vanderkaus, they were in vain and he remained in the Netherworld hopefully alongside Chauntea to forever assist her from the otherside.
((For those that don't know, I have retired the PC and have yet to decide which of my other PCs (perhaps a new one?) will become my new main))
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Rumor has it that the late Senator Redralen's widow was seen in Norwick, at the rock they used to sit on together. Though it's said she kept to herself, rumor states that others approached her and someone even handed her something. Though accounts may vary, most would state her visit was short-lived.
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One of the redcloaks, that really tall one, seems to be wearing that noble looking outfit he got a while back pretty often, sporting a big golden sword. Funny though, the outfit looks like real armor this time… Huh. Wasn't he the one who hated all the hero jokes?
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A blue-robed halfling woman has been loitering in the Grapevine Inn, staying mostly to herself, meditating and reflecting in front of the fireplace when it will not disturb other guests. Occasionally the urge to stretch and run compels her to step outside, but after a while she returns and continues to wait patiently.
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With things seemingly calmer at the gate, people are getting up to other things, it can heard to be said. Even… Gasp could it be?
Guardsman Cecil may very well have some new rumors about him... but that can't be right? Can it? He's -way- too shy for that kind of thing... isn't he?
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_Calendel as usual has been daily visiting the farmers and providing blessings of Chauntea upon them, their crops, and their livestock so that the Fall Harvest may be grand.
He invites them and the other townfolk to stop by the Temple of Chauntea for his sermons and handouts to the needy and less fortunate as all are welcome in the arms of the Earth Mother.
Additionally rumour has it that Calendel has been asking around town if anyone has seen or heard from Chancellor Biswan as of late remarking that it's very unusual for a Chancellor in Norwick to have not been seen or heard for long periods of time… apparently he's also not the only one complaining about a lack of visibility regarding the Chancellor._
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Jerrick and his sword… well, all of his swords, seemingly, have been brazenly standing at the south gates more and more often. It seems he's "Back" in one of his usual stints of coming and going. Some may wonder exactly what he gets up to while he's gone...
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Hushed comments that María has been seen with her face painted with smilies and green dots all over… some people say she was bored, others that she might 've been playing with kids...
Some farmers of the north gate swear having heard a loud scream as she entered the keep...something about a Torn? or Horn? or was it Thorn?
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During the depths of night, the defenders of Norwick engaged with slaad residing on the graveyard path. It was indeed a harsh fight with many limping back to the gates afflicted with slaad eggs buried within them. Eventually, a grey priest of Corellan, a senator from Peltarch, a priest of Torm, a scout, and an elven wizard were able to beat back the beasts. Much heated talking was heard at the gates about how to deal with such a foe and despite beating them, none of those seemed victorious. Tension was high.
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Indeed, during the rumoured night, the snow in Norwick had become a terrible blizzard for a matter of minutes, and the earth shook and rumbled, and abruptly it all stopped, and the snow and horrible cold ceased to be replaced by Norwick's typical rain.
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The night after fight night was a hectic one, and Guardsman Cecil was busy explaning many things to many people with questions.
The south gates are a bloody mess of gore, blood, and other miscellanous parts… but no adventurer corpses are seen to litter the field. Demons, however...
Imps, quasits, even succubi. All these things were said to have attacked, shortly after the infamous Gardener of Death attacked, and was -almost- taken down by Cecil and his companions at the gate. Almost.
The demon attack started sporadically, and smallish, until a Vrock appeared. It was slain, with Cecil landing the final blow before asking "What was that?" ... when even more arrived, the attack culminating in the arrival of a Balor.
A Solar had come to help before that, and apparently kicked the Balor's ass after a long fight, that shook doors and cupboards in Norwick with it's force.
What a mess... At least the snow seems to have stopped again.
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The militia apparently have a new drinking song making the rounds of the guardroom:
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The Norwick Worm
_Locrian he went fishing once, out fishing in the weir
He caught a fish upon his hook he thought looked mighty queer
Now what a kind of fish it was, Locrian couldn't tell
But he didn't like the looks of it, so he hurled it down a wellNow the fish-worm got big and fat and it growed an awful size
With a great big head and great big teeth and great big googly eyes
So then at night it would crawl out a-looking for some booze
Scaring people on the road as it milked a dozen coosThe fearful worm was prone to dine on lambs and calves and sheep
And swallowed little babes alive when they lay down to sleep
So Loc ran up and arrested it, then he cut it in two halves
"That'll stop you eatin' babes, an sheep an lambs an calves, oi."So now you know how all the folks on both sides of the weir
Lost lots of sleep and lots of sheep and lived in mortal fear
So drink a health to Capt'n Loc, who kept the babes from harm
With his quite heroic halving of the famous Norwick Worm!_
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Controversy over Fight Night! Who won, truly? The rules were harsh, and Elidur's first time hosting was a confusing experience for so many people! Belia's team disqualified in the finale, it was called, they took second to a dubious call. Perhaps he was paid off, perhaps he was on the other side of the arena and had no clear sight of how wide the big bear's span truly was. Perhaps so many things! Fight Night is 'over', the prizes were splendid and life goes on!
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Ash is seen running around Norwick making snow badgers from the snow…
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For a little over two days straight, central Norwick seems to be spared from the snow.
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In the midst of the Norwickian winter wonderland, a strange and almost indescribably fat man has of late made himself at home. Though he seems to have no real idea where Norwick is in relation to anywhere else in Faerun, he seems to be a generally friendly enough person.
He's been particularly helpful about town, seen repairing damage from bugbear raids, inclement weather, and any other nasty thing that may happen to befall the buildings about town. More interestingly, however, is that he can be seen to be using the money he earns from this to arm himself rather impressively…
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Thorn also seems to be enjoying the snow, even wearing winter wolf furs to keep warm, delighted that the cold lands he got stuck in so long ago are finally returning to normal. He will on more than one occasion counter Elvas snowball with one of his own!
Word also spreads the Walter is taking a change due to the cold snow! He's put on pants!
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The already unusually happy Elva seems to be absolutely delighted by the snow, running around skipping with a "Ladadadida" throwing sneak attack snowballs at friends, both real and imaginary, and generally acting like a 9 year old
