Whispers in the night...
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The Nars have never been a friendly place in the night, the howl of the wind and unseen eyes abound in frigid darkness. Several have reported a disconcerting sight during their travels - a woman, clad in terrible, spiked armor standing over a fire, speaking in tongues to no one but herself. To look over at her as she communed with whatever dark things she had conjured would fill a person with dread, as to gaze upon her was to set your eyes upon some other terror yet unseen; to hear a thousand muffled whispers perhaps more chilling than the night itself; to feel eyes on your back even as you traveled far from the wretched place you met her…
Needless to say, travelers have been giving foreign campsites an especially wide birth in reaction to such rumors.
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_Rumors slowly make their rounds throughout Narfell of the events which took place regarding this strange woman. She was identified as Mint Ju'lep, former Peltarch Defender - recently confirmed as the druid Leogold's killer.
A hardened group of adventurers took to hunting her down after a recent undead attack on the Druid Grove - something not seen in ages. It's said she successfully kidnapped one of the last three remaining Elders.. known only as Ronan to a select few.
The group has been unusually quiet about the events that followed. It's said that Ronan has fallen, and several woodsman report a druid in white burying the man near one of his favorite trees._
Hushed whispers are frequent at the Dancing Mermaid.
"Did'ye hear? 'At Mint lass…. ye know, the one the Guard's been so hot 'n heavy ta catch?"
"Aye.... they got 'er, didn't they?"
"So they say, aye. I hear she's at the bottom've a lava pit!"
"They say she made some... some sort've pact. With a demon, no less! Murdered Ronan in cold blood..."
"She brought somethin' here. Somethin' terrible."
"What she bring?"
"I dunnae, Jasper. It ain't good. Some sort've demon. A demon o' fear an' terror...."
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A pale, robed elf goes searching after such campsites…
