New Whispers at the Fire
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Norwick Scout Ting submits the following report :
Ting was on the way to the Den…. always hiding of course when she spotted the Cockatrice again... this time at the crossroads.... Ting followed it into the hidden paths and into the gypsy pass........ Ting gave it a wide berth the whole way... until she noticed... it disappeared into... a freaking hole in the ground.....
Ting crept close and could hear... the soft chirping of four maybe five of the beasts chicks...... Ting alone cannot take on a Cockatrice much less one protecting its young.... Ting marked the spot on her ranger map and retreated with much grace....
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The Scout Ting forwards this message to Hannibal and the rest of the Militia….
Ting was taking the back route into Norwick while looking for deer... Looking to head toward the Druid Sanctuary to check on them as well when she noticed a deer that did not move.... upon closer inspection, the damned thing was turned to stone..... Ting searched the ground and found curious... birdlike tracks. They went behind her.... she followed and low and behold one, then a second and a third... badger turned to stone (while this is not big news to Ting as she has had a running battle with the badgers for decades )... Then a gaggle of goblins rushed past the well hidden Ting screaming for their lives... staying low she went back to where she entered and heard a goblin scream cut short... then Ting saw it... a cockatrice.... It let out a little squawk and vanished into the deep thicket.... Ting... not wanting to push her luck too far... tried to follow from a distance but.. could not locate any more tracks....
Norwick Scout Ting
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Brumir shakes his head as Ting threatens people with fines for leaving the gates open
"Oy lass, ye goin' 'bout this tha wrong way. Allow me….."
Brumir aims his butt at the people in town and lets out a loud fart
"YE'LL BE SMELLIN' THAT MORE OFTEN IFFN' YE KEEP LEAVIN' THA GATES OPEN!
With that said, Brumir heads back inside the Union Hall
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Serious is that that fucking hard to close a gate or a fucking door in Norwick….. serious 50 gold fine if Ting sees
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Ting the Norwick Scout explodes as the south gates are left open yet again as well as all the gates….. !00 gold fine for any adventurers leaving norwick leaving the gates open and Ting sees..... 100 gold.....
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The red-haired cleric that often patrols the Rawlingswood hunting undead was overheard in the Grapevine talking about demon spawn. She claimed to have encountered three Demon Spawn Terrors near the old menhirs north of the Goblin Lake. She said they hadn't been seen there since Ruin's demise. She also reported an unusual darkness over the lake well past dawn. She hoped the demonic infection of the Rawlingswood was not returning.
AubreyMaturin
Characters: Romulus Grey, bard the bowman
Trotter, spooky halfling ranger
Shesarai Foutopolis, red-haired cleric of Mystra
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_Frightened guests report seeing a balor in the upstairs hallway of the Grapevine. The maid refused to go up there to clean the common room. But one guest laughed and said, though very intimidating, this balor seemed harmless.
AubreyMaturin
Characters: Romulus Grey, bard the bowman
Trotter, spooky halfling ranger
Shesarai Foutopolis, red-haired cleric of Mystra_
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Five (5!) ranger types are seen leaving Nrowcik on a patrol… they include Faelar, Nberil and Ting (Narfell Wolves ) along with an elf Lornhor and a human Gelir....
the trip completed was straight south to the undead goblins... to the hobgobliins the the graveyard(s) and back... Ting bitched most about being hit by a axe from the hobgoblin.... over allthe five worked well together as one... without one front liner.....
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A redheaded girl claiming to be a Druid regaled folks with stories and invitations recently at the fire, after reportedly following some adventurers out to the Goblin hold.
Her tale consisted of expecting to find dead adventurers, and instead finding undead Umberhulks, a necromancer, and a Vampire .
If her tale is to believed … she herself slew the vampire with the help of her companions, by summoning a blinding blast of sunlight, deep within the lower levels of the goblin hold caves.
Once back in town, she apparently brought people to a Druid glen, chattering away about Druids and Rangers and Nature, oh my.
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_Rumors spread through Norwick of a troupe of adventurers having had an encounter with Yuan-ti out in the Rawlinswood. Though it's been some time since their kind were last seen in the region, the reports seem to indicate that a return may be underway.
The implications of this are unsettling to say the least._
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Rumors spread around about Zafaria Cebbranka has being named Samman of the Hold. Apparently, after she decided to leave the Dwarven Hold in search of spreading spanks and teaching lessons among those old arch-enemies of the dwarves, her achievements caught the attention of the people, until they saw a true defender in this shield dwarf. With acknowledgment, the Samman of the Hold remains adventuring around looking to put in high the name of Moradin and all his kin in Narfell, in addition to bring woe to the foes of the dwarves.
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That Gondian priest, "Seeker Arrowbrand" was seen lingering in front of the Warrior's Rest crafting hall attempting (and failing) to shoo a cow that had decided to stand in front of the entrance, before eventually giving up and leaving in a huff on the riverboat.
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An old man can often be found near the town fire leaning on an iron shod staff. Though soft spoken he often verbally prods at peoples philosophical outlooks on life, as his staff prods sparks from the fire. No holy symbol can be seen on him and his robes are simple and clean. He seems to take delight in anyone willing to exchange words with him, when asked he simply states his name as Mortimer.
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The grapevine was a roar with laughter and fun one Norwick night and well into morning. A grand feast hosted in honor of those who slew one Herman the Terror, whatever he might have been. The party ended well after the largest of dwarves tied off a drinking contest with the reigning champion.
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Cormac Randolph spends another evening at the Grapevine, telling tales and accounts of his storied deeds. A new tale of late spoken over a large mug of beer.
"…so I done what only one such as I could - and brought a grizzly death to a thousand Goblins. All their armies seemed to gather in one spot and they stood ready to encircle just three of us. Of those many hundreds my companions maybe cut down one a piece..."
_He goes on to tell of how cursed witcheson had been playing god and would ultimately and without any doubt bring chaos and bloodshed to Norwick's gates. His tone is rowdy and almost welcoming. Though bitter warnings are spun within the tale of gargantuan Goblins that stand as tall as Bugbears, with flesh that seems to turn all but the most savage blows.
The tale ends, Cormac holding the horned metal head of some fallen enemy aloft._
"…but even the enchanted suit of metal, with magic sword, could not stand against us. So I claimed it's head as mine and I wear it as a helmet. A reminder to the wizard and his abominations that he has picked a fight with the spirit of wrath, and that I will feed him ruin upon the edge of my blade..."
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Word is passed to the resident and adventurer based elves within Norwick, Hen wish's to address the elven community to see if they are as willing as she is to set a solid path to the future for the Shesae en' i'Seldarine. Elves who are perhaps hesitant towards the past actions of Corans and the Shesae name are encouraged to come and listen to see if they may find their faith restored in the community. Those whom wish to hear Hen out are encouraged to come to the Pixie Roost, any who are not keen to its location are told to seek out Hen personally for instruction and escort. Those whom do not wish to travel alone to the location are encouraged to see the help of their fellow brothers and sisters.
(( Plan to make the meeting for Saturday evening EST (-5), I wont set a specific time however I can tell you It will be held at least between the times of 15:00 - 22:00 EST, I am aware this is a VERY wide time range however I can not be any more specific based on my work time and the times others may be available sorry for the inconvenience. ))
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@6e44c3970b=Karion_Silverbow:
A group of elves return from the Rawlinswood speaking of Minotaur, the Shesae, and a broken truce.
Hen is quite to seek out the rumours around Norwick about the encounter, asking the present to take the time to find or send her a letter regarding these matters.
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A group of elves return from the Rawlinswood speaking of Minotaur, the Shesae, and a broken truce.
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The rumour spreads once again that bandits are being spotted in the pass. Some swear they are the old Nars bandit that have come back to claim what's theirs, others say they are Sharrans, others just think is a prank.
Whatever the case, what is true is that the caravans have been having trouble arriving to Peltarch, and that in some cases they didn't arrive at all….
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_Tales of a legendary journey are told over cups of mead and jugs of wine at the Grapevine, the skald Cormac Randolph tells his first-hand account of slaying demons and laying low the spirits and shades, and even a great demon of rot that was responsible for the monsters that plagued the great forests of Narfell. He boasts that it is by his axe that the town might once again prosper - and greatly.
The tale swirls around, the weird shamanic Elder Druid, a Bugbear no less and his display of honour and respect toward the warrior-skald, and of a huge demon that guarded a narrow bridge and was felled by 'his' axe. Another bridge that fell to ruin after it was attacked by magic spells, and left only himself and that city-dwelling Knight 'Shannon' to fight off a great host of demon sorcerers. Yes - the boasts are woven thick, and although many names are shared within his tale; Belia, Hannibal, Shannon and Silver to name but a few, the story always comes back to illuminate his own personal glory and feats of might and prowess in combat.
Taking what one might from the story, by the end one thing is certain; Ruin has been slain, melted away along with all the rest of his filth. And the heart of the Rawlinswood is at least partly less tainted by demonic rot._
