New Whispers at the Fire
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Another batch of crated goods arrives in a cart to the old Biswan Farm, this time it appears like it's furniture mainly. Amongst the things the things, there is one large banner that reads in sharp, steely letters "Warrior's Soul Crafting and Tradeskill Hall".
Somewhere in the memory rich halls of the Union, over the faint sound of a hammer banging against an anvil, a true warrior's soul takes notice of the banner and snorts a laugh.
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Another batch of crated goods arrives in a cart to the old Biswan Farm, this time it appears like it's furniture mainly. Amongst the things that are piled up there is one large banner that reads in sharp, steely letters "Warrior's Soul Crafting and Tradeskill Hall".
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Shieldmaiden Nuwairah Zarah'kifa has been seen the last few days down in Norwick's east valley bringing in carts with large tools, furnitures and machinery into the farm that belonged to old Norwick's Chancellor Biswan, which has belonged to Nuwairah herself for a few years.
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A group of adventurers haste through Norwick at night, seemingly in search for some type of holy tree somewhere in the Rawlins. They return some time later, looking severely beaten and bloodied, making equal haste due north again. A pretty redhead in their midst can be overheard complaining that Satyrs play ~entirely~ too rough!
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Aranwe has recently been seen around Norwick. Those that take an interest to stop and chat with the locals will hear he's taken a room at the Grapevine for a time.
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An explosion goes off at the campfire near the south gates. Some people feared the town was under attack, but when they found out the dwarf Brumir was nearby they simply shaked their heads in disgust.
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A chilling rumour goes around about a hideous swamp hag kidnapping women, draining them of youth, beauty and life itself, in order to enhance her own appearance…
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A few nights ago, goblins attacked the South Gate, led by some super goblin mage who began the assault with a powerful fireball spell aimed at the archer's platform. Only three women were available to defend the lower town: Hen, Helene, and Shesarai. Luckily, they were enough. Helene summoned a Water Elemental and Shesarai summoned a Hound Archon to successfully defend the gates. Meanwhile, Hen slipped outside and went after the mage and his adept cohorts.
When all were dead or had fled, the defenders discovered most of the goblins were from the Moldy Rat Tribe of graverobbers. Leena joined them and the four (plus the archon) decided to make a preemptive strike on the goblin's base in the Old Norwick Ruins. There they easily defeated the Moldy Rat Tribe goblins, but the high-level mage proved much more difficult. He kept going invisible, and then casting large fireballs at our heros. Eventually, the combined efforts of the four vanquished him. On his body, they discovered three seriously evil necromantic scrolls (along with some decent potions). Helene destroyed the scrolls.
AubreyMaturin
Characters: Romulus Grey, bard the bowman
Trotter, spooky Halfling ranger
Shesarai Foutopolis, red-haired cleric of Mystra
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_Rumours say that Chea spends a part of her time in Norwick recently, perhaps it's related to Lycan-related troubles.
… She's Selunite after all, among other._
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_Strange tales are being told about werewolves attacking travelers outside both north and south gates of Norwick. Even stranger is what has been discovered near the woodline southeast of Norwick's south gate. Several dead werewolf bodies are piled on the ground there. Some who claimed to have seen them say that when approached some of them appear to be standing up, though still seemingly dead. Too spooky, the observers claimed as they ran away.
AubreyMaturin_
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Rumour around the campfire has it that Brumir is honing his ever gassy gut into a lethal weapon. Apparantly the goblins had the dubious pleasure of playing guinea pigs to a combination of grease, web and fire, coupled with Disin's spiciest eggs coming out of the dwarven backside… no wonder the greenskins attacked in force afterwards!
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Curious of their intent, Rasuil can occasionally be spotted meandering around the worksites, though with Raumviri direction and no word of a Union contract he steers clear of any labor himself.
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Brumir can be seen outside the Union Hall giving the workers in the Fairgrounds a hard time
"Oy! Ye watch where yer diggin'! Ye best nay be damagin' our craftin' hall an' throwin' dirt an' mud on it! Ye do that an' ye'll be smellin' tha eggs ah had fer breakfast!"
He grunts and heads back inside the Union Hall.
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"Its going to be a great surprise, a gift from the Raumviri chiefs! Pick up a shovel, friend, they're payin' well for labor!"
The commoners continue their work and slowly begin to level off some of the hill behind the temple of Chauntea.
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after witnessing the earth moving efforts around Norwick's fairground, Marty pokes around and makes a few inquiries, offering to help with earth softening and moving magic needed.
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_One morning in Norwick Brumir, Willow, Silver, and Shesarai were gathered around the south gate campfire discussing various subjects. Very suddenly the campfire exploded and sent Brumir flying atop the tower. The others were rolling around on the ground trying to make sure they did not catch fire. The benches surrounding the campfire were completely destroyed.
It would seem Brumir had too many eggs again._
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Rumours circulate about the presence of gigantic spiders in the Rawlins, threatening hunters and game alike with their voracious appetite. Some claim the spiders are but the thralls of a greater evil, living in a spider-web palace somewhere in the deep woods…
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Rumour has it three young men from Norwick were rescued from a rabid band of vicious goblins in the woodland pass, thanks to the timely intervention of three adventurers. A wandering bard even sings the tale of the epic goblin show-down, much to the delight of the airhead known as Willow. That is, before she's distracted by a leaf flying past on the wind, chasing it out of town…
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A great show of technique and skill we're put on display as several martial artists gathered in town to prove who's fighting style was the most superior. A drunken master, a practitioner of the elegant crane, and a devastating striking style competed in an impromptu tournament, until finally a strong lean woman proved her quick strikes we're simply no match for the others. They all agreed to continue mastering their techniques and will hopefully live to challenge each other another day.
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_Tales abuzz throughout Norwick of undead shambling towards the walls. Amidst undead zombies of many races were strange ice creatures, melting once felled by stout defenders and adventurers alike to reveal a deceased citizen frozen inside. Even more disturbing are the claims that recently abducted townsfolk were seen fleeing the undead horde to seek refuge within the walls, only to combust in flames after convulsing violently, quickly becoming a burning skeletal horror.
Rumours are an evil deathlock used the subjects for dark experiments, though what devious plans the abomination had laid out were cut short after a band of adventurers, led by a towering dwarf, marched to a nearby cave and ended its reign._
