New Whispers at the Fire
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Not long after the gates had been replaced, a group of adventurers appeared at the south gate with two strange golems. At Unen's request, the golems were let through Norwick under careful watch. The golems seemed passive, and even seemed to be trailing along behind Warziver as if he were their master.
"Aye I had to shift the cages around to store them buggers." The beastmaster was heard saying in the grapevine. "Weird, polite little things."
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The Siege of Norwick, they're calling it. The army of thugs and criminals known as the Painters bashing at their doors, and the Militia struggling to fend them off. By the time the fighting ended, the Painter camp was broken, numerous bodies littered the floor and... not all of them were enemies. The Milita suffered noticeable losses, backed up by Foreign soldiers, and adventurers from elsewhere, which stopped the damage being as bad as it could be... but the mood was still grim.
It was because of this solemn mood of loss... that the next occurrence happened. The adventurers split their loot, and the overlooking mourners took offense to what the whispers call "childishness" and arrogance. The first voice was from an angry dwarf, the next from a farmer, and soon the crowd grew in size and anger. No longer are they hailed as heroes, but scumbags. The populace whisper not of their deeds, but of the Militia. And the adventurers are jeered and mocked as "getting in the way"
There are some, mostly those at the gates, who still agree they were a positive force. But it is washed away in a sea of angry mourning, in a town frightened of another war.
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It appeared one night. Now it is the rumor every farmer and guard mutters about, a camp of armed men all bearing the paintbrush symbol, popping up near Norwick. The higher ups, they say, have given orders not to provoke them and to leave them to camp and go about their business in hopes that they will grow bored, though rumors state that this is merely to buy the government time to do... something... about someone. That's where things get vague.
For now travelers are advised not to go near the camp, or the Painters, who laugh merrily and ignore anyone who tries to grab their attention... but react very poorly to anyone messing with their camp
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A Rumor starts that a large ship again docked at Norwick, heavily armored and armed men were quickly escorted to the town hall where a closed door meeting took place over several hours, some people even thought they saw strange men sitting around the fire and conversing
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Rumor has it Norwick's Temple of Chauntea is selling a new restorative stock of bread and wine for a limited time. Word between those drunkards and farmers is that the new stock is related to the latest shipment arriving to the Many Times Heroic Town of Norwick.
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The latest gossip in Norwick seems to be about a mysterious ship that briefly appeared, and the strange crew that manned it. The crew was directed by the Militia into the Hall, where the doors were locked and the common folk were barred from entry until the meeting was at an end, at which point the crew and the boat both left as quickly as they came. The Herald, for now, has kept the meeting under wraps, and the gossip has only gotten more absurd.
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Rumors circulate through the town that Unen is no self-proclaimed farmer, but in fact an actual farmer. Just a serious green thumb, an advocate for all things nature. If his riotous renown wasn't already known, people would perhaps think he is some kind of super druid.
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Rumor has it, Unen, the self-proclaimed farmer of Norwick, well known bard, resident of the town from quite some time now, and caretaker of its people (as well as the gossip of the people), has been named Ambassador of the Many Times Heroic Town of Nowrwick, by Herald D'Cameron herself. It is well known that after Chancellor and Chief Lord Hannibal Charon's death, and Advisor's María dissapearance, Herald has been taking the lead of Norwick (rather multitasking as one of her perks), since no one has dared to show courage and endure the rough and deadly trial to become Head of the town.
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Labur is seen on multiple occasions talking to an old dwarf with a white beard. They typically sit on top of the hill overlooking the Grapevine Inn sampling some of Labur's ales. Most of the time you can see a perfectly round stone with odd markings on it passed between the two of them.
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Brumir hears of the brawl Labur was involved in and snorts
"Hrmph. Tha elf were probably just upset thar were nay any wine er trees 'round. Gud on Labur fer stickin' up fer kin pride!"
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Whispers have it there is more bad news for Labur and the Grapevine Inn. After a night of dwarven songs and many ales, the Inn had to stop service due to a fight that had broken out. Details are not well known, but rumors have it the brewmaster was wrestling on the floor with an elf. The elf's name is unknown but he is tall, even for an elf with long blonde hair and blue eyes.
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*After waiting a fortnight for the owner, Labur walks to the bar, pays his exorbitantly high bar tab and walks out of the Grapevine Inn. As he arrives at the door, he shouts back over his shoulder *
Ya kin keepin da keg lass, me nae wantin ta seein it gain.
*This is the last time Labur will be seen Norwick for quite some time. *
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Labur Strin arrives at the Grapevine Inn with an ale keg. He walks in provides the keg as a gift and asks to speak to the owner about a possible new ale program. He walks to the bar orders two ales and quietly waits.
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Great gouts of magic lit up the night sky as an airship was seen approaching Spellweavers Keep with hostile intent. The mages of the Keep protected their home with a barrage of spells, while the airship's artillery boomed. After a thunderous battle, the airship went down in flames, crash-landing at the crossroads where some eyewitnesses also report adventurers engaged in battle with an impossibly tall construct of womanly shape. The perpetrators of the attack, Peltarch businessman Oliver Holloway and his lady friend Quince Harkreath, were taken into Norwick custody, having miraculously survived the crash.
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Troff Legion's Corporal, Silver Chalice, and the recently returned serveant of Chauntea, Roy Bin, were seen exchanging words by the south gate, before leaving to explore the Rawlings.
It is said that both of them entered deep into hobgoblin territory and nothing out of the ordinary was found. It is also said that the hobgoblins were not pleased with the visit, but the two adventurers did not care too much for the goblinoids' opinions.
Plans were made for a new expedition to happen in the following days. The destination is yet to be determined, Aparently, the goal is to make sure nothing bad is happening under everyone's noses.
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With Hannibal's death, it seems the controversial Talbot Anderson has lost his only ally in Norwick. He was last seen getting on the riverboat due north alongside a number of northern adventurers, one of them an exceedingly vocal redhead who protested his forced exile at length to the surly guards. The villagers of Creel-razed Duskhaven, Anderson's original home, were allowed to stay.
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Word spreads of a party lead by Thorin Goldaxe went into the goblin coal mines carrying kegs. Later on an explosion could be heard, followed by mining parties of dwarves heading down that way. Hours later the original party led by Thorin returned, hauling several carts of coal.
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Word spreads around that the dwarfs make preparations for mining trips down to the goblin coal mines. It is being whispered that they aim to march in numbers, push back the goblins and gather the most of the coal they can for as long it will take them. Members of the Council of Moradin remain dodgy when asked about details.
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... and not long after that, fiery red skinned wyverns attacked the town, beaten off by even tougher adventurers, and the hardened Raumviri guards of Norwick.
Can this town catch a break?
The adventurers headed out, and eventually returned with a massive wyvern's head, covered in red scales, smouldering in the rain. Timmot was said to be most impressed and distressed at the same time.
