3. Whispers at the Fire

Whispers at the Fire


  • _Wanderers, woodcutters and adventurers would notice what seems to be a little garden of goblin statues just west of Norwick's south gates, near a clearing with a campfire that has a ladder leading up to the treehouse that is rumoured to be owned by the Elder Druid Jerrick and a pack of female werecats.

    It's hard to tell why someone would have such a deviated taste as to ornate the entrance to their home with goblin statues. Though on a closer look, either the sculptor is a master of masters, or those statues look very lively, holding very natural poses with very detailed and intricate facial expressions._


  • _Hundreds of goblin bodies litter the field past the south gate, the grass scorched black by fire. Anyone tending to or even passing the bodies will likely note there is something a bit off about them - eyes a little too red, strange horn protrusions or tails, as though their particular breed was mixed with something more than just goblin.

    Rumours speak of a brutal wave of attacks during the night, but also of an unexpected ally - a Frost Giant maiden with a very large sword, fighting on the side of the defenders. No wonder Beorn looked particularily grumpy…_


  • A weary yet victorious procession made its way back to Norwick, including an emotionally exhausted Raryldor and a physically exhausted Sirion, made its way back to Norwick. Sirion, his cheeks normally. Pale and pallored, the two of them, the settled in once inside the gates, and Sirion, in unelven fashion, slipped into unconsciousness with one final "I told you so."


  • Near the Rawlinswood lake, a couple of big heaps of vegetation can be observed, scorched and smouldering from recent fires. A light snowfall seems to have put the remaining flames out, one of the larger stones in the area still coated with white.


    • Jason approaches Salin quietly and smiles to him * We should speak soon lad, I think I may be able to help you if your willing to accept the help.

    (( To be continued online upon my return, hopefully within the next few days!!!))


  • Folks gathered by the fire must have felt surprised when usually upbeat mage Salin Ashald was seen darting off in his horse, his head lowered, toward the temple of Lathander… And falling backwards by the door?

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    The Vicious Dog Tribe poking around Norwick's south gate has become skittish lately. On one occasion, when they saw a mustached guard from the wall, one screamed "IS SALISHALD!!! FLEEE!!! FLEE FOR YOUR LIVES!!!!!"

    It seems unlikely they will be prodding Norwick for much longer.


  • _::Some commoners describe a strange scene in which suddenly, a bear was seen sprinting northwards with a skinny woman on top of it rodeo style, stomping past the north gates into the Nars Pass.

    Meanwhile, a large cat was seen parting from the same point, but running southwards instead. A startled hin took a swing at it out of instinct in self defence, but seems like assaulting the hin was far from the cougar's interest, that instead took a leap above the hin's reach and kept running south down the hills to avoid the guards, to then get lost into the forest.

    What manner of animal madness was witnessed in Norwick is anyone's guess::_


  • "Duergar!"

    Willow exclaims, her hands fluttering like wild birds as she dramatizes the fight.

    "There we were, in the Goblin Hold, thinking it was business as usual, but ahead there's these weird piggy grunts.. deep, bass-tone grunts.. from actual hogs of war! They're duergar steeds or something like that, 'cause next thing we know, there are grey dwarves popping out of thin air to wail on us!

    The squealing and the flailing, the slashing, poking and fizzling! It was chaos, almost as bad as when we stumbled into those Cloakers in the underdark.. almost!

    But this time, we won AND snatched all their ale and ore, haha! If this doesn't motivate Beorn to work on my armor, I dunno what will…"

    With that, she hefts a clinking, heavy pack and trudges off towards the crafter's hall with wobbling legs.


  • Willow, Elaine and Jonni come bounding back from the Rawlins, seeming giddy with victory over a number of hobgoblin brutes and spreading out a vast and curious array of treasure items recovered, including such oddities as a hobgoblin berserker loincloth and silk restraints.. err.. what sort of party did the three crash, really?


  • Eilonna is seen cleaning the Norwick barracks from top to bottom, remaking the beds, dusting the couches and beating the rugs, sweeping and mopping and restitching the dummies, shes either really bored, or trying to impress someone.


  • _Hess, the red-bearded tree-hugger, picks up a handful of snow and stares at it.

    For a long time. He even sniffs it before smiling.

    Eventually he makes a snowball, throws it as far as he can, and starts chuckling._

    Someone is bored, I think!


  • Some snow is collected upon the ground at the south gate, and the Rawlins near the town are lightly dusted, as it snows lightly for a couple days, seeming perfectly natural except to those with an affinity for nature magic, who can detect a subtle tracery of intent from the North.


  • _The bugbears seem on edge lately, a recent attack by their hands seeing the longevity of the most recent south gates turn to nothing but a memory and splinters galore. A keg will do that…

    Are the bugbears aggressive behavior why the more nature-aligned of Norwick's adventurers seem so concerned? Rangers, druids, various friends of the Rawlins seem to gather in small groups for discussion, and if the townsfolk didn't know better, some might be convinced even the trees were listening in._


  • A large celebration was heard inside the Grapevine, people leaving later spoke that Young Squire Gian of the Forsworn was actually Knighted and now Tyal is serving as his squire!! Quite the cause for celebration!


  • ::A peculiar cougar with a reddish tint to her tawny fur has been spotted a few times stalking travellers in the Rawlinswoods, and doesn't even appear like she tries to remain unseen. While she watches from relative distance and doesn't act on any event, her silent, watchful presence can become rather unsettling and is enough to make nervous more than one woodcutter that would be simply gathering some wood for their chimney. Her motives are unknown, but whatever they are, they are harmless enough for now::


  • Rumours swirl about an increase in bandit activity, with at least two reports of travellers being ambushed south of the Rawlins lake. An intrepid party of four return to the gates after investigating the second attack, bringing with them an assortment of stolen goods and news of the bandits defeat at their hands.

    "We tracked them all the way to the Scar", exlaims a tall, reedy half-elf in green, "and took out footpads, big beefy half-orc warriors and their leader, a robed woman who luckily spent most of her spellpower trying to dispel me! And all the while the wyverns swooped and swiped, it was pretty thrilling!"

    The same enthused half-elf continues to relate a tale of Cyricist graverobbers defeated within the Norwick family crypt, before suddenly lifting her face to the sky as a gust of wind tugs at her hair. Seconds later, she's bounding off through the woods, cloak snapping at her back.


  • ::Another crazy rumour begins circulating about a dryad or some kind of forest creature visiting Norwick south gates. It appears that she took some interest on a red-faced Andrew while Elaine and Rasuil commented the scene between giggles and smirks::


  • Other rumours circulate, mostly revolving around the increasingly agitated bugbears of the Rawlins. Yet hope might be found in the fact that despite several onslaughts, the famously fragile south gates are still intact. A more curious rumour even claims a bugbear archer has decided to join the winning side, insisting he's a "oooman friend".


  • An amused smirk crosses Raryldor mouth when he hears the rumors, several days after the battle.

    _Ah, so the mighty defender swooped in and cleft the beast in twain, shooting fire from her arse and lightning from her eyes. The woman must be ten feet tall! Am I hearing that flowers are growing where she steps now?

    It is a pity that one would feel that glory need by gained by twisting the truth so._