Jiyyd Rumors
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fad, wrapped up tightly in her cloak, just shakes her head
Too trusting.
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Mecizq can be heard on wandering through Jiyyd one day to wonder as to which town Dwin owes allegiance, as he seems to be head of Norwick Milita, yet also seems to hold a position on Jiyyds counsel, and perhaps these two positions are causing conflicts in interest for him.
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Oreth responds to the rumours when they come to him, taking note of the lavender eyes of the commoner
It matters little what he has done. That path is already behind us and cannot be changed. It matters what one believes he will do. If the paladin has reason to believe that this Banite's past is not a good predictor of his future, and she vouches for that, then there is no reason to cast this convert out, or make him suffer unduly. Unless you want to chase him right back into Bane's hand. No one is served by that, not us, and not him.
Wait and see.
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_The paladin does not raise voice to waylay the rumors. When asked why by an acolyte, she merely responds:
"The first step towards redemption must come through acceptance. And acceptance cannot be gained if it is not earned. This lies solely in his hands. If he is true, we can only guide him."
She does state however, that any that would make claim to the man's past transgressions, or claim to his falseness, do so by presenting the proof._
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Rumor spreads (from various characters with lavender eyes) that a member of the Black Hand has come into town claming that he has turned from his ways. He now wanders freely among decent townsfolk.
Mr. Dolvak has come under harsh criticism by those who would blindly accept this man's story at face value, but still his first thought is to the welfare of the people of Jiyyd, and he has determined to have a word with this man himself to ensure that he does not become a threat to us and our children.
If not for good folks like Mr. Dolvak, Jiyyd's poor excuse for a council would let known killers wander about unchecked.
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Three members of the Black Sails were recently seen chasing one of their own, a dwarven priestess of Umberlee, all the way from Jiyyd and out into the Nars Pass. It would appear the priestess had taken something from one of the others and refusing to return it. All four returned after a while, bloodied and bruised but in good spirits apart from the occasional curse and grumble from the dwarf.
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_Upon hearing the rumor, Shane goes to offer her last greetings to the fallen brother. After that, she is seen heading towards the temple of Helm with a blank expression, shutting the door behind.
Soon after, rumor spreads that she has asked acolytes to find her any written text or any word on the dark lord's religion that can be found within the region. Visitors coming to the temple can find her, when not out on patrol scouting for Orc intrusions, or other matters concerning her, engaged attentively over old and dusky tomes until the deep of night. One acolyte is overheard stating that such deep immersement in unholy lectures can not be good for one's own sanity, looking troubled._
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It is said that there was a fair and honest duel between a Banite wizard and a paladin at the crossroads. The paladin died, while the Banite remained nearly unscathed.
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_With all the rumors of dissaperances, another report comes in. One of the guards saw a man with shaggy blonde hair going into the swamp. The guard also mentions the man is a "tree humper." The man never returned.
The guard believes the orcs may have snuck into the swamp and captured him, but evidence is lacking._
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Concerned citizens with lavender eyes speak of the body and the note.
An old man deep in his drinks, with dirty overalls and a bushy mustache remarks that this mess is gonna get sorted right proper, and just you wait and see if Mr. Dolvak don't tell folks precisely what's to be done about the situation and then go out and do it. Not like them council members, all holed up and not doin' jack-diddlee.
A young human boy plays with the other children, carrying a wooden toy axe, speaking with a thick and overdone accent.
"Ye farkin' orcs! Mah name is Dwin Dolvak, an ahs gonna teach ya right proper what come o' messin with this town!"
A demur young elven lady speaks of how she saw Dwin working on repairing the damage with his own two hands, and he turned and smiled at her, setting her heart all aflutter.
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A rumour surfaces that orcs were seen amongst the farms to the east of Jiyyd, screams followed and the orcs were later seen heading into the woods carrying two struggling figures, both female.
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A body is found near the Jiyyd gates
a note written in scratchy messy Orcish is shoved into the dead woman's mouthThe note reads:
Better hurry before we's run out of hostages!
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Juster is sometimes seen walking around the wall and keeping a close eye on the gates and surrounding areas. Other times he willingly helps any around who he can. While not good at building or moving large objects, he is willing to help with any other job he can.
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When asked about things the general's repsonse is simple… "I have bedra things ta do then listen ta this shite. They can tear apart our buildings but can nae take away our morale an spirit! Tyr's swift justice is coming and coming soon..." lifts some more Wood and hauls them over to different buildings needed as the repair crews continue work
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@11e6607c7f=Panache:
And every once in a while it is a young hothead who speaks in a hushed voice to those who have lost and who stand to lose, suggesting that it is time for change in Jiyyd, and that the council is no longer fit to govern. It is clear that things have been better since Dwin has taken charge, and if the Council cannot accept that, its is the responsibility of each of us to make them accept it.
Genzir, amused that orcs are trying to appeal to our sympathies for the few witches that happen to be standing guard on the plains along with the dozens of male rumblers, responds: Sure. Or maybe the orcs would make good councilmembers. In fact, why don't you go over there and ask them? I bet they show great hospitality.
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Stands awestruck that apparently Jiyydians somehow got afflicted with Orc proganda that Legion members do nothing but "cull the women and children of orcs" to now believe that they're "tired of it"
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Rumors spread that Penny was seen walking south toward Sam's Hill from Peltarch with a paintbrush in one hand, a bucket of paint in the other, and a smile on her face, all while singing a happy tune about days gone by.
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Dentin refrains from making open statements or speeches, having learned from the past, instead devoting himself to aiding wherever and however he can. From bringing supplies from the other towns, to aiding in sheltering the homeless survivors, to tending to the wounded, before turning to work with the town's people as they clean up the remains of what was destroyed, and as they set to rebuilding the town, he uses what knowledge of construction he has to make sure the new buildings will be stronger than ever, providing guidance and organisation, as well as straight-forward labour, to ensure that the rebuilding proceeds swiftly.
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Rumours spread, harshly criticizing the council's ineffectiveness in a crisis.
Sometimes a poor farmer with a grizzled beard can be heard grumbling about how "none o' the council need worry for their women, all locked up safe and sound as they are. No siree, not thier problem."
Other times a well-to-do merchant will be praising Dwin for his swift action in giving aid to the town, and saying that if not for his timely leadership, it would have been a lot worse.
Sometimes it is a heartbroken mother, crying for her lost daughter, who had been taken by the orcs. She is heard to say that Nothing like this ever happened in Norwick, Mister Dolvak made sure of that…
And every once in a while it is a young hothead who speaks in a hushed voice to those who have lost and who stand to lose, suggesting that it is time for change in Jiyyd, and that the council is no longer fit to govern. It is clear that things have been better since Dwin has taken charge, and if the Council cannot accept that, its is the responsibility of each of us to make them accept it.
Only the very very observant would notice that each of these malcontents had the same lavender eyes, sparkling with mischief. And even then, only if they happened to encounter more than one of them and see their eyes. :twisted:
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Mariston seeks a more unified answer from the council preferably Lens
Meanwhile a dwarven cleric of Marthammer Duin guides the injured to the dwarven temple where he tirelessly aids in the healing. He also offers what space is availible to house those without accomidation
"Farking orcish wankers, yis whit wan's kin stay here awhile un'ill yer homes is fixed up an a' tha'"
