Whispers at the Fire



  • _Wolfgang Leadshield, Norwick militiaman, has been reported missing from the town.

    He was last seen heading to the North Gate.

    Rumours indicate numerous causes, such as job dissatisfaction, heading off to wage a one-man war against Oscura, he knocked up a local priest's daughter, or the most crazy rumour, that he found out he has inherited a lesser kingdom in another realm and is off to claim his crown.

    Nonetheless, his two brothers are very worried._



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  • _The first Norwick Fight Night in years kicked off with a predictably elven victory in archery (predictable in the absence of such names as Rasuil, at least). Raryldor claimed first place, though had surprisingly tough opposition from young Nica, whose small crossbow hit its mark repeatedly until both stood at maximum range from the targets. The paladin Silver claimed third place, shooting well until the final round. Despite the final score, many spectators agree that the best match of the evening was that between Kuln and Raryldor, the targets littered with bull's eyes.

    In the boxing ring, Peltarch's Cerulean star Jonni fought well, defeating the tenacious Silver in a close match and losing narrowly to Daron in an even closer one. Daron also defeated Raryldor until facing Nica, who squared off with Kima before the final round. With a flurry of blows, Nica claimed the title, then left the festivities with a big smile on her face.

    Rumours from the team event are as yet hazy, perhaps because the audience had started in on the plentiful dwarven ale by that point…_

    ((and this reporter went to bed!))


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    _Several Union members are seen carrying heavy wooden crates out of the Union Hall and setting them down in the fairgrounds. As they start to unpack the crates, the fairgrounds come alive with color. Soon there are red banners hanging all around stitched with yellow letters that read "FIGHT NIGHT".

    Fresh painted archery targets are set up and a large square is outlined in the middle of the fairgrounds. After all the crates have been emptied, the Union members roll out the final ingredient for the event, a huge keg marked with the Dwarven symbol of "Aura Runedar"._

    Dwarven knucklehead Legan Axckleln walks past the fairgrounds heading for his most recent goblin bashing jaunt, looks at the banners and spits:

    "Whot th' fark's tha' say?!"

    He then turns to a random Union member asking:

    "Oy! Whot are ye doin' 'ere?"

    After being explained about Fight night, he scratches his head and proceeds to go bop goblins in the head with extreme force, but not before rolling by the keg and taking a laaaaarage swig of the fine dwarven ale.



  • _Several Union members are seen carrying heavy wooden crates out of the Union Hall and setting them down in the fairgrounds. As they start to unpack the crates, the fairgrounds come alive with color. Soon there are red banners hanging all around stitched with yellow letters that read "FIGHT NIGHT".

    Fresh painted archery targets are set up and a large square is outlined in the middle of the fairgrounds. After all the crates have been emptied, the Union members roll out the final ingredient for the event, a huge keg marked with the Dwarven symbol of "Aura Runedar"._



  • _A red dragon roars across Norwick's sky as it makes a majestic landing just by the south gates, but apparently it's not alone. A few "passengers" came on top of it, riding it in what seemed to be their trip back home. Norwick's guards watch stunned, and not sure how to react before the colossal red lizard, they seem to prefer to cling to the idea that the dragon is not directly inside Norwick's territory to keep at a distance.

    Amongst the people that were riding the dragon, an excited Elaine seems to have her typical huge, happy smile in her face as she jumps off the dragon, asking if the experience could be repeated sometime soon.

    "But make it a Moon Drragon next time!" claims the redhead whirlwind towards the Mad Mad Mage that seems pretty happy to have her red dragon back in one piece.

    In the end a few more adventurers reached the scene on their own foot and a round of rewards was offered to the intrepid adventurers that, would you believe it, seemed to have rescued the red dragon by the name of Scales from not a Mad Mad Mage, but a Wild Wild Mage instead.

    That should surely be a tale worth telling…_



  • The well known ranger Rasuil, alongside two younger, blonder associates in blue, return from the Rawlins carrying an unconscious woman in visibly poor condition. Horrified rumours suggest the woman was found buried alive, deep within the woods… what sort of monsters would do such a thing?



  • A bruised and bleeding woman, covered in sandskin, reports goblin trouble of a gruesome necromantic flavour to the guards. She claims to have encountered a veritable army of goblin skeletons alongside horrid patch-work undead in the area west of the lake, along with goblin necromancers…



  • There have been several reports of Moldy Rat tribe goblins pushing cart loads of hacked goblin corpses out of the coal mines not long after a group of adventurers cleared out the entire goblin hold, leaving hundreds of corpses behind. It is unknown where the Moldy Rat goblins are hauling the corpses, maybe they are giving the goblins from the hold a proper burial?



  • There was another large gate attack on Norwick last night. An army of goblins and hobgoblins assaulted in waves. Luckily, scouts had warned the town of their approach and a sturdy group defenders led by one of Norwick's own guards were ready. These included the dwarves Macmonogog and Silver, plus Mark, Damien, Kristovar, Shesarai, Cyrian, and the hin mage Maki. Raryldor joined the battle part way through and provided strong assistance.

    Only one attacking group, a party of about 10 hobgoblin casters led by two war drummers, managed to penetrate the gates. They were stopped and destroyed inside near the campfire. The goblin attacks appeared to be led by a mysterious goblin general who used invisibility, but was eventually spotted and killed outside the gates. He dropped a very foul-looking sword that smelled strongly of poo and let off clouds of noxious fumes that spread over the field and into the gates. That's when Maki stepped forward, grabbed the sword, and declared: "I know what to do with this!" He was then seen running off to the north somewhere.


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    Trotter, Spooky halfling ranger
    Shesarai Foutopolis, Red-haired cleric of Mystra



  • And even more undead! It is said darkness fell suddenly before the sound of groans, moans and shuffling feet approached the south gate. The four unprepared adventurers lounging there made a bee-line for the ramshackle defences up the hill, fighting for as long as possible until the dread death knight - slayer of eight guardsmen - appeared, eyes and sword aglow in sinister red. Demanding to see the Chancellor, the powerful undead knight tore through all in his path until suddenly… he was there no more! Scattered rumours report a female figure appearing and disappearing in a burst of light and sound, just prior to the big bad's vanishing act. What next?



  • _Still more undead marched on Norwick, the gruelling attack starting at dusk and continuing unabated through the night. All manner of horrors came forth from the darkness, and though the few defenders made a heroic stand, several waves managed to push through the barricades. Zombies of all sorts and sizes, ghouls and shadows, skeletons and vampires - the fighting was so intense that the Order's veteran sir Shannon D'Arneau himself looked exhausted afterwards. At dawn, the last vampire was staked and the Tormish priest sighed as he carried the several fallen into the temple of Chauntea, aided by the young Selunite Nica.

    The dwarves Foignar and Silver, alongside long-legs Daron Miller, were raised by Yllalyn herself in recognition of their bravery and sacrifice in the defence of Norwick._


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    Yet another gate attack goes being talked about in Norwick. Waves upon waves of powerful undead marched upon the city. Residents took arms and fought these monsters for the better part of the evening, until the guards finally woke up from their slumber to assist the brave adventurers.

    In th aftermath, 8 guards were killed by the hand of a powerful undead knight who threatened to kill all norwickians. The same fate could possibly have awaited the defenders, were it not for the sun who rose promptly and caused it to flee. Praise Lathander!



  • There was another undead attack on the South Gate last night. Waves and waves came. In addition to the usual rat zombies, pig zombies, profaned zombies, skeletal warriors, and big bugbear zombies, there were some new types: kuo toa zombies?

    A large group of defenders led by Norwick Defender Albryanna successfully held them off. The defenders included Mark, Cyrian, Kristover, Silver, Shesarai, and Mooncandies. After the last wave had been defeated, Albry called for a counterattack and led the party to the Graveyard. More skeletal warriors, firebows, and kuo toa zombies indicated they were on the right track. After several battles below, the group found a portal in the lower crypts leading to a cavern. Illithid mind-flayers were controlling the undead via some kind of contraption. The Norwick Defenders defeated then and their undead minions, and supported by elven cleric Raryldor who helped them figure out the portal system, made their way back to town. What next?


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    Trotter, Spooky halfling ranger
    Shesarai Foutopolis, Red-haired cleric of Mystra


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    _Duegar corpses are drug from the Union Hall by a disgruntled red warrioress to outside the southern walls where they are set ablaze upon a hastily-constructed pyre. It would seem they were able to make it halfway through the town before being felled by a handful of Union members.

    Those involved wasted not a moment in conducting a visit of their own to the dark tunnels exiting Aura Runedar._



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  • A massive hoard of goblins, mostly little runt-like ones, attacked Norwick's South Gate last night. The assault began with a few rock throwers and soldier-types attempting to batter down the gates. Dwarf Paladin of Torm Silver and the cleric of Mystra Shesarai were on the inside and quickly summoned two defenders from the Norwick Militia. Although the gates finally were battered down, the four defenders made mincemeat of the first wave of about a dozen goblins.

    More were coming, however. The second and third waves had over 60 goblins each, mostly runts, but with a few larger and stronger ones thrown in. While the guards and the dwarf paladin engaged them in melee, Shesarai and the elf cleric Raryldor, who arrived just in time, cast Hammer of the Gods, Flame Strike, and Ice Storms, which took out 30 or more goblins at a time.

    Still not cowed, the goblins sent in fresh waves, which were similarly dealt with. Raryldor taunted the goblin leaders, and they responded to the challenge by attacking on their own. They were about half a dozen casters, archers, and an elite fighter or two. None survived and the defenders were only mildly winded. The remaining goblins fled, except for a single suicidal archer, who tried to sneak in on his own long after the fight was over. Silver took care of him.


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    Characters: Romulus Grey, bard the bowman
    Trotter, spooky halfling ranger
    Shesarai Foutopolis, red-haired cleric of Mystra



  • Skeletal bones and putrid zombie bits lie scattered about and in heaps near the gates of Norwick and in the fields beyond, clear signs of an attack on a larger scale. A curious rumour has it that a sword, glowing red, was seen during the attack, floating in the air of its own accord and leading the adventurers off to the graveyard and crypts beyond. A red sword, undead… are the days of dread Herald Fendon not a thing of the past after all?



  • _Darkness descended suddenly upon the Norwick gates, too swift for nightfall proper. A small gathering of adventurers, speaking of past attacks to the Norwick gates no less, were suddenly subjected to just that as a wave of vile undead creatures poured out from the darkness.

    Amidst the putrid flesh of zombies and the bare bones of skeletal warriors came a sudden flash of metal, moving at alarming speed. A vampire, resisting all of the unprepared adventurers attempts to defy it…

    It is said two guards were brutally cut down by the vampire, and one adventurer was left hovering between life and death before Yllalyn's expert healer skills could stabilize him. As dawn approached, the vampire abandoned his games, but was ultimately chased down and destroyed by Raryldor, a late arrival to the scene._



  • Just around midnight, a young cougar sprints across Norwick. It looks like the beast appeared from thin air near the main camp fire and saw itself forced to make a run for the gates. Fortunately enough for the dangerous looking animal, its nature-engineered perfect stride was too swift for the armoured guards to keep up with. The animal made its final escape by climbing the south gate tower with a couple of leaps, and with a final, powerful leap, landing past the walls and into the safety of the forests where any further chase would be fruitless. It doesn't appear like any Norwickian was hurt either in this peculiar incident without consequences.