::Rumors heard in the Lucky Ferret::
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Though accustomed to most things lewd and rowdy, patrons at the Lucky Ferret might still have noticed the recent and raucous bouts of near naked boxing down in the pit, followed by quite the drunken binge upstairs. Chief participants in these Ferret festivities are said to be Black Sails members Gurt, Sabre, Taria and Tsu Ma, along with young recruit Laura Arndt and Lucky Ferret Champion Rhyndar.
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A certain red bearded sailor, that some may recognize as the Ferret's door man, has retasked himself to loitering in and around the Bardic College in his free time. Those who frequent the Commons probably don't mind in the least.
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A large group of people consisting of the legion, adventurers of no factions, norwick and peltarch officials including the well known Shannon were seen stepping into a large ship and sailing across into the icelace lake. They were seen retuning days later, looking heavily battered but generally happy. Of note is Just'ene being spotted among the group, looking frail and weak, but generally safe and alive.
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_Sabre and the Ferret crew seem pleased with both the turnout and the activities during the Day of the Axe festival, despite the unfortunate death of Mikhail von Ulgath during the last event of the night. The amiable elderly adventurer seems to have left quite the impression on the staff, who all can be seen wearing a black armband of grief on the following day. A formal letter of condoleances goes out to the Von Ulgath estate, written by Sabre herself.
Results from the evenings contests report first prize in the woodchopping contest going to none other than Mikhail von Ulgath, with the gnome Apoc coming a close second. The main event of the evening featured paired axe fights with nothing but the skimpiest of leathers and simple weaponry. Many a fierce fight took place, loudmouths brawlers like Devlin and Rhyndar perhaps standing out in particular. In the end experience proved the vital factor though, as veteran fighter and Black Sails captain Drelan Ashire stood as the all out victor, having defeated his team mate Locrian for the title of Lucky Ferret Champion.
The flashy golden silk cloak that was awarded the victor seemed not to strike the modest sailor's fancy though, as he announced an all out brawl with anyone interested in winning it from him. After a messy and chaotic group fight in the pit, Rhyndar ended up the one wearing the Champion cloak on his broad shoulders.
The cloak grants the wearer free entry to the Ferret, bragging rights and the automatic skipping ahead of any cues to the bar or other facilities. On it's back, bold black letters read: "Lucky Ferret Champion - Axe Night". Grinning slightly, Sabre announced before the end of the evening that challenges for the cloak may be made with the following conditions:_
"It's gotta be an axe fight, an' it's gotta be held in tha ring right here. Rules are ta remain tha same as tonight - no healin', no hidin', an' no spells of any kind cast before tha fight starts."
//please post any fights for the cloak in this thread!
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Final preparations for the upcoming Axe Night festival seem to be going smoothly at the Ferret. Sabre can be spotted unpacking crates of curious little items, grinning widely to herself while she scribbles into her ledger, ticking item after item off on her to-do list.
//Reminder: Festival tonight, Saturday, at 10 in the evening Central European Time! Come one, come all!
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There seems to be an extra bustle around the Lucky Ferret Inn of late as preparations are underway for the upcoming event: "Axe Night". The pit is cleaned and spiffed up with feathers and paper garlands with an axe fighter motive. Sabre returns from the Vanity Plates with an armload of leathers, grinning crookedly as she hands the bouncers their skimpy outfits for the festive evening. Crates of drinks and other more mysterious supplies are brought in under the manager's watchful eye, and overall there seems to be a buzz of anticipation in the air.
//the event is scheduled for Saturday 29th March, 10 pm CET - posters coming soon!
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The bardic apprentice Mareann spins a tale one night in the ferret. She speaks of fire rocks raining down from the sky in the pass. Saying that one large one fell near the watchtower hill south of the city. She states that these rocks were so magical that they blinded her when she even attempted to sing near them. She says what happened next was witnessed by three others. She only saw the aftermath after she was cured and heard some of the voices during. It was a speaking tree that walked and moved. However, it did not seem to understand common or elven. Some may feel she is exaggerating the tale, others think she is fanciful, still others think she is telling the truth as they saw the sky raining rocks.
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The Lucky Ferret's door man, Gulliver, has recently been asking tavern patrons on their way out if they've heard of an aging half-orc by the name of Jah'kar and if they know where he might be. When they tell him no, he then offers up a small reward for any information that will lead to finding him.
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_A small group of quite diverse people marched out into the foothills one day, lead by magistrate Barrim himself. It is said that they merely wished to see the kobold menance but soon found themselves the shield against which a veritable horde of goblins crashed and shattered. It is even rumored that High Priestess Daisy was in the area and came by to give them a little pat on the back for their heroic efforts in making the guards' day that little bit easier.
The fierce halfling of the group seemed properly impressed with the sword the magistrate wielded, the hardened, dark-skinned man apparently enjoying the action, the quiet elf which turned up later even willing to learn more things and work that little bit extra for the magistrate and the young and short brunette curiously tagging along. So each for their own reasons followed as the magistrate himself lead them out into the foothills to seek and finish off whatever remaining kobold forces lingered there.
Burned and bruised they returned succesfully to Peltarch, a good deal richer in experience and gold._
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Rumours in the docks are that the crazy old merchant Firthram took another bunch of unlucky adventurers off to his outpost somewhere in the ice lake area. Given Firthram's love of speed and his reputation for innovative and reckless sailing maneuvres, some sailors might have been surprised to see the ship return intact (with a brand new main mast though). The large group of adventurers - including such names as Aelthas, Aurelia, Elissa, Jirka, Jonir, Morgaine, Nicahh, Kull, Ragnhild, Rhyndar and a young warrior called Zorn stumbled off to the tradehall, most looking a bit queezy from the trip.
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Rumors abound of a dirty old sailor recently being attacked in the docks district by an angry flock of birds. Whether the man did something to aggravate the birds or if the birds have taken to more thuggish acts of random violence is anyone's guess.
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_A call for adventurer's work attracted quite a diverse group to Peltarch, ranging from the stout and strong Jirka, over sneaky, roguish Amy, green-haired senator Eowiel to towering tall Rhyn and even a quiet, green man. But even though white haired Ronan showed up, none could measure up to the glittering sight of the employer - Colacarius. Known is only that he was looking for an extremely rare item which was guarded, so the rumor has it, by two dragons. Despite such gossip, the group took off after they had agreed that Black Sails Lieutenant Sabre would lead the expedition.
They returned a good while later, their clothes covered in various kinds of dirts, from the more mundane mud, to a vomit-greenish dust that had settled all over the clothes. But they seemed in good health, and in good spirits, spinning a tale about how they were offered a kingdom but just seized the crown and took off with the pretty, gem adorned thing. Some people might suggest that that happens if you're in love and slay a dragon - or two? - you can't possibly marry the princess - or the 'prince', can you?_
((Thanks for the fun, everyone.
Confusing most of the time, hilarious at other moments… In short: great! ^^))
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_Near the west gate of Peltarch, a bright blue light was seen near the strange glowing tree. Several loud, what appeared to be, explosions were heard.
A few moments later, a red-headed bard girl was seen with a young white haired man leaning against her. The man seemed pale and in very poor shape._
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Rumor floats in of a vision witnessed describing a naval battle from the docks of Peltarch. The soldier ghosts appeared to be fending off what they referred to as a battalion from Hoarsgate. The battle and ballista raged as the men launched what they had remaining at the attackers. In a last ditch effort given through the sudden arrival of a seemingly more noble man, they launched pots full of snakes at the ships. Apparently this had the desired shock effect, and the illusory ships' crews jumped overboard, saving the city.
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A certain red headed bard has been seen and heard asking about old war and ship stories around the docks. She has been seen looking for older sailors and other salty dogs that might be likely to spin a yarn for the perky or pesky bard.
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// Dentin obviously wouldn't "hang out" at the Ferret, but since it's the Docks topic, I thought I'd post it here.
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Considerably less polite, Sabre snickers with some patrons about the incident, apparantly quite amused by the Gondar's misfortune. She comments in a not so quiet tone that no true sailor would harbour the misconception that they can conquer the waves, and no sane one would willingly travel the seas with someone that openly defies the Queen in such a manner as Dentin.
"He better be payin' a damn fortune if he expects any captain ta risk their ship an' their crew's lives fer tha sake o' his own damn pride. It's one thing ta have convictions, another altagether ta expect others ta die fer em. Cowardice me arse."
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Pavel approaches Dentin and urges him politely and quietly to take such talk out of the Ferret. For his own sake.
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_Rumours spread trough the docks and further into the city, of how Dentin, the elven warrior Ridian, the southener Cyrian, and a few others, left on a ship bound for Chessenta. However, during the same day still, they returned to Peltarch. Half of the ship's sails had been burned, and the crew carried its captain to the temple, looking downright frightened.
There is talk of an attack by a ship manned by undead, and the ship's first mate was quick to point a shakey finger of blame at Dentin's presence aboard.Dentin for his part seems to regard the attack with part frustration, part pride.
"So the Bitch Queen has seen the need to dispatch such powerful minions, in a vain attempt to intimidate me. I am flattered that I have risen to become such a threat that I warrant this level of attention.
I mourn the death of the brave captain, that stood unafraid in the face of evil, and died a free woman. Yet it angers me to see her crew betray her legacy with such cowardice, as to turn and flee with tail between legs at the first adversity. The man who lets his fear shackle him, will be a slave forever. Such is the fate of cowards.And so I must now find a new ship, and a new crew.. and hopefully I will find one of true sailors, unafraid of water._
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_Originally planned for the fields outside the fair city, this years Greengrass festival was held in the Ferret's basement, where platforms and fires had been rigged for the daring "Jump over the Chasm" event, in which contestants were to swing across ever widening distances, using a whip to gain purchase on the roof beams. The festival was held completely in a whip theme, with the melee disarming contest as the main event. Hosts Pavel and Sabre, as usual outfitted in striking blue outfits, welcomed all visitors upstairs before kicking the festival off.
True to festivals of old, a special outfit had been designed for all contestants, though the rather revealing cut and sparseness of actual cloth apparantly turned some of the more prude visitors off the idea of participating. Multiple champion of past festivals, Ginger Tealeaf, was particularily missed, as no costume produced would appear to fit her slim form. Shy ranger Thorn spent the evening covering his elven eyes from possible corruption, blushing all the way to his eartips, while his fellow Wolf Rhistin threw herself into the contests with enthusiasm, winning a prize in the chasm jump and doing well in melee too.
After a slow start with a certain amount of tension between hostess Sabre and the paladin Elenwyd, the festival finally picked up speed with the arrival of Kull, who threw himself into the melee whipping with enthusiasm and great skill, beating the Ferret's ofttime champion Winter. Another memorable match was that between husband and wife Alexi and Senria, where it was firmly established that the former is indeed whipped. The elf Pylith held firm to her whip, but dropped down due to exhaustion against the mercenary Gert. Much cracking of whips later, Senria took the crown as Queen o' Whips, as Legion duties called the mighty Kull away from the festivities.
After the brave souls left swung across the chasm, the evening rounded off with some friendly fights in the pit, after which the crowd dispersed. Sabre and Pavel drank, danced and gambled the rest of the night away in the good company of Alexi, Senria and Kaona._
//Big kudos to those of the participants that made the Day of the Whip fun, despite numerous difficulties in the planning and execution of the event. Thank you also to Salsadoom and DrDreadlock for their help in setting things up.
