Jiyyd Rumors
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Sometimes Lyte notices a blade of grass move contrary to the direction of the wind. Sometimes she smells a strange odor. But those times are few and far between. And the air around her at the gate is silent and still, at least in regard to this situation.
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*Upon hearing the rumor of Chaevre's timely demise, General Lyte seems alarmed, and begans scrutinizing the people hanging around town, as if looking for some familiar face or posture in the passing populace.
She seems to be more vigilant at her normal spot near the gate, even as days pass, and people forget about the incident. She is seen to ask travelers to report of any unusual sightings of more constructs, or particularly of persons accompanying constructs, to the east of Jiyyd.*
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An ever more pregnant Ragnhild can be seen most days waddling to and fro the Jiyyd campfire and the Sisterhood farm, occasionally venturing out to the east road where the Guardians are rumoured to have purchased property recently. The tall blonde seems considerably less perky and sprightly than usual, her temper flaring for the smallest little thing, though food does seem to have a calming effect on her. At times when spotted alone, Ragnhild's forehead is creased with a worried frown, her eyes distant. Having wisely given up on the idea of making baby clothes herself (as the charred remains of many an oddly shaped garnment at the fire will testify to), she instead focuses her energy on finding the legendary cookie jar stashed somewhere inside the Sisterhood building.
//estimated birth set to Saturday, for those who need to know
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Ruggvar squashed that rumor
Not true.. Ah tote'd her rotten corpse inside da' gate after she fell an left et' fer da buzzards.
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Rumors leak around that the witch known as Chaevre' was 'killed' on the east road by giant constructs, oddly enough her body was never recovered and her equiptment was not present as well, this leads many to wonder wether the rumor is just so or if perhaps something more sinister is at work. Naturally she is not seen since the battle.
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Rumors of a flaming badger assaulting a few commoners gathered around the fire spread around the commonwealth; most notably a brown haired female elf defending herself with fierce kicks, a pink haired woman who grappled the then doused badger after an orange haired young man distracted it with a flashy red cape.
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Under Sara's mentor, Zoma can be seen often practicing his swordplay as well as unique sitting posture taught by Sara often in Jiyyd while idling.
Recently, he can be seen practicing with a dwarven waraxe in his hand with a forlorn look, extremely frustrated with every swing he makes are carried with signs of clumsiness.
Otherwise, when sitted down in a cross legged posture, his back straighten in a steady and composed form, his face is often reflecting a peaceful look.
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A snicker can be heard from the near the fire and in a deep dwarven voice
Tha lad disnae get tha par' whar it rises fae tha deed…anna it hid this grea' big cloak wi red velvi' linin'...an it wis nae ordinary spider!
great clouds of sweet smelling smoke surround the speaker as he pulls a long draw from a clay pipe
<d>There is always a critic</d>
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Oreth squints in total noncomprehension at this story when it comes to him at the cook fires, where he is busily cooking some sort of garlic-hawk concoction
Umm….you guys do know that all spiders drink blood, right? Like, that's what they eat. Normally. Blood. And they all have fangs. Venom dripping is also pretty common, especially when they get all...huge, like you're talking. Also, bony, spindly legs. They pretty much have their skeletons on the outside. All pretty standard.
So where exactly did you figure this one was a "vampire"?
Oh wait....shite...did it have a cape?
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Word spreads of a giant vampire spider from the depths of the abyss, dark veno dripping from its long, pointy, sharp fangs. Its dread spindly. boney, spikey legs spanning three houses. It is said a group of brave and fearsome adventures squashed the bug, only to see it rise again to feed on the blood of the living.
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Her eyes puffy and rimmed in grief, a dispirited Eluriel walks into Jiyyd from the east. In the taylor's she exchanges her customary finely woven, many-hued cloak for one that is servicable, but drab. From there she walks to the swamp, emerging a little later with forked singes everywhere on the new cloak. In the days that follow, Eluriel wears this tattered garment with something akin to pride. It is not long before splattered acid burns join the singes. Eluriel adjusts the cloak often; pulling it a bit tighter around herself, fluffing it up a bit to shake off rainwater, or else drawing the hood up and shifting it continually lower over her face. She appears to derive comfort from these small things and is careful not to harm the chain of rose thorns holding the cloak in place.
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Rumor has it that several locals have been buying rounds at the Inn for all. Apparently they have come into a sum of money of late. When asked of where the money came from they say a figure in dark clothes came to them and gave them a pouch of gold for a small vial of their blood and was gone with the letter and vial.
Some drink to the their health and new found wealth, some scowl at 'devils gold' and will have nothing to do with the drinks, while others sit back and think.
A random adventurer is heard to snipe:
"You sold a vial of your blood to an unknown man in dark clothes? Not very bright, is it? Don't blame me when a curse falls on your head."
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Rumor has it that several locals have been buying rounds at the Inn for all. Apparently they have come into a sum of money of late. When asked of where the money came from they say a figure in dark clothes came to them and gave them a pouch of gold for a small vial of their blood and was gone with the letter and vial.
Some drink to the their health and new found wealth, some scowl at 'devils gold' and will have nothing to do with the drinks, while others sit back and think.
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Defender Mark Kelben, along with Alexi and a recently arrived dwarf, were seen escorting a messenger who came to Jiyyd towards the crossroads again.
It seems a group of traders got lost and needed a guide to Peltarch.
The night after they left, they could be seen in Jiyyd again, badly worn and escorting a young woman.
To hear them tell it, they were met with snipers, and all members of the caravan but the woman had died.Thanks to the bravery of the dwarf, baiting the snipers on his own accord, the young crossbowman was able to finish one off.
He warns others for travelling the pass, as at least one crossbowsniper is still out there.
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After a battle between machines and a large group of adventurers and town defenders on the road to Ormpur, a small group of those who had fallen was carried away by a large construct. They returned hours later, each having a metal version of a limb or another.
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A large group returned, stil slightly snow covered, from the mountains. They were a rescue mission for a goup of entertainers but they arrived too late. The return journey was arduous but did not result in any further deaths for the party. The same cannot be said for the giants who tried to oppose them.
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Later in the day, it's rumoured that Kara got her hands on a powerful sixth circle scroll and would be willing to sell it to the highest bidder. There is no word on what the scroll or if there is any bidders so far.
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_A large formiadable group of well armed warriors marches out of Jiyyd and was heard to be travelling into Nars Ridge to save a defactor of the 'Mechanist'.
After a day or so, everyone returned in a badly beaten and bruised state, some of them looking grumpy whereas some looking victoriously proud.
Nonetheless, all of them looks well in their bloodied state and no one noticed them bringing any body bags along._
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After enquiring with the guard some days ago, Kara appears to be milling about jiyyd, seeming to be in a rather morose mood. She can be found sitting at the edge of the tower, watching out into the distance with a thoughtful, if sad expression.
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Jerr has been seen looking very glum indeed. He has been asking any and all if they have seen his armor. It seems he removed it to do some cooking and laid it to one side and now does not know where it is.
Custom colors and special enchantements in it may make it a tempting prize for an enterprising thief but Jerr seems morre worried about what happens to such a person if . . . others . . .find out that the armor is in the possession of one to whom it does not belong.
