Camp Bon Fire Rumors and Stories
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It seems cruelty in the camp has become so common place, two muscular and tall women cornered a much smaller one, one of the two hitting the smaller one's face repeatedly while the other one brutally stabbed her with a sword.
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_Sightings of a drider,
once again by travellers in idle.
Adventures they did not expect,
in the group that comprises of four.
For purpose of theirs was,
simply to venture into the land of gnolls,
wood to collect for one known as Zee.Beknownst to them,
gnolls and and driders quietly watch,
in the shadows that hid their form.
Under the rustling canopies of the trees,
cover the sounds of movements they make.And then they struck out of nowhere!
A gnoll amongst of them with such size,
make most giants look so meager and harmless!
The adventurers of four armed with courage,
spirit that wield in whatever they had to defend,
welcomed the onslaught that came upon themGnoll after gnoll fell,
the earth slowly turned red,
as sign of dread,
cries were heard that are known as death.When the gnolls stopped coming,
what seemed to be a moment of respite for the group of four had,
the drider appeared from nowhere it did!
Attacked it did with ways of devious means,
honor it has none and fought as a beast than one of a warrior.But the courageous three that walk on the path of swords,
give up they did not and choose to end with a battle they made!
With the songs by one known as a Song Giver to be sung in the battle,
the three known as Zee, Ragnhild and Suldin,
fought on with might and courage!The battle finally ended,
with the drider chose to flee,
and the group of 4 chose not to pursue.
Returned to the camp of the Romani they did,
with the warm greeting sun shining upon the weary faces of theirs.
Tales of the encounters they had,
shared they did to the faces by the fire who wish to listen.When night falls,
uneasiness comes again.
For all know that the drider lives still,
peace cannot come till it cease to live._
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_Dwin and 4 norwick Guards are seen entering the gates with a small cart filled with some kegs and what appears to be food-stuffs. They go straight to Cave Duj.
The four guards emerge shortly thereafter with the cart and head back towards Norwick._
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After a quiet talk with Hedia, both Ragnhild and the elven priestess seem just that little bit less sad than before. When the wizard Nym appears, excitedly talking about a lair of aquatic gargoyles he suspect exists near the Ice lake, Ragnhild seizes the opportunity for adventure and seems almost enthusiastic again at the prospect of fighting new foes. Joined by Vine and Attentus, the intrepid explorers head north to investigate.
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The silent swordswoman known as Sara sits in the Gypsy Camp for long days having left word with all whom she could find that she seeks William in peace.
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Word is left with some of the members of the Romani clan. Melody seeks the Elder Jerr, the wise dragon.
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_The druid Fadia is seen leading a Tigon and Large Male Lion out of the camp.
There have been more drow spotted in the Cat cave near the camp._
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A group of intrepid [old] adventures set forth to find a pixie's wand and went deep into the cat caves where they defeated a drider and recovered some epic loot. The returned from the cave at a pretty fast gait though, and it is rumored that there was more than a drider in that cave
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_In the middle of the night, the camp is rocked by earth tremors and a ghostly spirit materializes. It is confronted by the interant knight Lope, and flees eastward into the Pass.
After kicking her hin companion awake and waiting til morning (for stategic reasons) the two set out after it.
Several days later word comes from Norwick that the spirit was hacked apart in the Rawlinswood by a warrior of Torm._
-Lagermane
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Sabre Seesaw swaggers into the camp one day on a visit to restock supplies. She lingers after her business is concluded, settling down by the heartfires after first eyeing the trees suspisciously for any eight-legged inhabitants. Swigging some of the local wine, she casually mentions an upcoming event in the big city for any of the martially inclined of the camp residents.
"So ya reckon yerself a decent fighter, do ya lad? Mmhm.. I tell ye, ye aint seen nothin' like this fella Gargothis. Oh, he's tall as a tree an' strong like an oxe, swings that axe o' his with fearsome might an' precision! No one in Jiyyd could stand against him, no one.. Oh aye? Ye reckon ye could take im, do ya hun?"
Giving the eager young gypsy warrior an appraising look, along with a crooked grin, she continues in a lower tone:
"Well now, if ya visit tha Lucky Ferret Inn up in Peltarch, ye may just get tha chance ta prove yerself.. an' ye could win a sizable bundle o' coin ta boot. Mm, 's in tha docks districts, ye can't miss it hun."
//Gargothis the Undefeated will accept a new round of challenges on Sunday the third of June, at eight in the evening GMT - come one, come all!
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_Sinu'selira, followed everywhere by her new pixie admirer - or agitator if you ask Sinu, has been asking around the Camp for Raver or Aelthas. If her expression gives any clues, the matter is serious, but then again everything seems to be serious to her.
Upon hearing the word on driders, she immediately stops to ask more questions while her serious, tattooed face twists into a mask of pure hatred._
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A band of adventurers went deep within the spider pass, only to be ambushed and chased into the Nars by a horde of vicious, slathering driders. Reportedly Miss White, Mister Purple, Miss Blue, Mister Black, and Mister Hin (is Hin a color) all survived. Mister Grey did not.
Could the drow be stirring once more?
-Lagermane
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_A disturbance is reported from the pixie glen, as Ragnhild and Vine exit the cave and go in search of Lilin. Someone seems to have stirred the anger of the usually peaceful little creatures, so much so that the tiny things could not stop fighting amongst themselves even after the suspected culprit had left the scene. Ragnhild mentions seeing a hin in the cave entrance, waving a knife at the pixie kin.
Though elder Lilin managed to soothe the pixies eventually, the hin in question might do well to stay far away from the camp in future. Vine in particular seemed very much upset, letting out a long string of curses in elven and muttering darkly before leaving for the inner camp in the company of Ragnhild._
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_Swarms of pixies move in flight,
led by the Queen of pixies they travel through the Nars.
Through the cold white landscape and over the hill tops,
from Norwick to the camp of the Gypsies they seek haven so.For travellers of the Nars who witnessed the sight,
of the migration of the pixies in the days of their flight,
what a beauty and sight to behold!
Dance in the air they did in unison so,
like a fireflies in the night,
and sparkling cicadas in the day!
The laughters and sounds they give,
reminds all of the birds chirping when spring finally arrive so!To the camp they went,
to build a new home so.
Blessings and welcomings given by the elder Lilin,
in hopes they be good neighbours,
and friendship to bloom!
Sounds of children cheering in the camp,
for more friends they can have to play with!Words are passed around,
that when the pixies finally finish building,
the sanctuary of theirs call 'home' in the camp.
Celebration will then begin,
to show the world of the joining,
the pixie race and the romani camp as friends._
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An unusually violent thunderstorm shook the camp recently, the air crackling with electricity and random lightning striking people near the heart fires. It is rumoured that the strange weather commenced when the noted mage Attentus opened a strange looking bottle, given to him by a pair of Black Sails nearby. Others whispers about crazed Talosians calling down the storm, which later spread throughout the pass, due north. For hours the rain poured down and thunder shook the ground, unfortunate hobgoblins dropping dead and small fires starting as lightning struck again and again, lighting up the dark, stormy skies.
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:: Wog can be seen sitting around the fires gloomily of late, often unshaven, red eyed and ragged looking. It is not apprent why but he seems to try and avoid talking about it with anyone. His eyes often drift to any alcahol people are carryiing or drinking but quickly averts his eyes. He is often seen walking south fromt he fires and climbing to the roost, spending a few hours up there before returning looking even omre tired ::
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_The air carry nervous whispers of the driders,
a crusade they prepare against the romani camp.Air of dread it carries,
when five men sworn as the sword of the camp found,
in dire state they were in.Speak they did of the horrors,
the battles they shared with driders of two.
Mortally wounded they be,
with poison running through the veins of their blood.Saved they were,
by the hands of the loving Jeni.
Care and love were given,
by the kind elder known as Lilin be.
Songs of comfort were shared,
by a new Gali known as the song giver and Harmony be.
A peaceful night of rest,
these men shall have.Tensed be the men of the Romani camp,
for attacks by driders and spiders been frequent so.
The calm waters the camp had been facing through days formerly so,
ripples can be felt so.
Simply a matter of time now,
the water turn into a raging storm in times to come.Dark times the camp face,
the air of whispers in the romani camp carries so,
foretelling of a ravages of time that is to come._
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A stranger be, known as Song Giver she.
Foreign still, in the lands she wander, known as Narfell be.
Songs she gives, as her purpose is, hopes to share and warmth to give.In her light steps she makes to travel,
where the winds whisper her directions, as guidance be.
To the great forest she arrives, where a camp of gypsies lie.And songs she hear, rituals she see,
of the woman and two daughters grieving of loss.
Witness the sorrow she does, and mourning of cries she hear.
Tears she see, her heart weeps along with them.Quietly she watches, under the glade of the trees,
the ceremony they hold of one of grieve.
Scented herbs, fills the air,
Stirring memories forgotten, remembered they came,
one of innocence and love that be.When ceremony ends, all is quiet.
Night comes and darkness falls.
Tears flow, from the stranger's face as she mourn the loss,
her heart shares with them.
A quiet whisper she gives, one of prayers.
The Heavens and Earth she prays, watch over the family be.
For what loss they have, cherish they shall, what they have left!With well wishes given to them,
of good health they be in from now to times to come,
she leaves the family alone, the sanctuary they make,
from closeness and warmth they share."Till we meet again", she says.
"In hopes that good health you still be in."
And perhaps one day, stranger they no longer be,
and friendship she wishes will blossom into.
For she wishes to mourn, along side with them as friend,
and not one of a stranger's tears.
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_Ragnhild continues to sit outside her tent, sometimes resting a hand on the big cat's shoulder, but most often just sitting still, legs crossed and her right hand protectively held over her heart. She still seems reluctant, maybe even unable to talk, even to her closest friends. Days pass, even weeks before a messanger arrives from Jiyyd, bearing news of some importance. Determination forms on Ragnhild's face as she listens, then she sets off, her children in tow.
Upon returning, the warrioress looks paler and even more grieved than before, but there is a new purpose in her movements rather than the apathy of before. With great ceremony, Ragnhild dresses in her wedding attire and makes a fresh fire, burning some scented herbs and mixing ochre into a dark red paint. Unrolling a soft skin, she lays a strange looking crystal shard and a small, rusted dagger at her feet, mumbling prayers in her strange tongue.
Marking her arms, legs and face with the red ochre, Ragnhild begins a slow, mournful song, her voice deep and pleasant, if not exactly beautiful. As she sings, she ceremoniously cuts off lock after lock of her long, blonde hair, burning each in turn until only short stubble remains on her head. She doesn't cry or waver in her song until Lycka joins her, repeating the very same ritual. As her daughters silver hair, so like her fathers, falls to the ground, Ragnhild finally starts crying, deep sobs racking her entire body. Lycka's clear, sweet voice carries on the song, Asha joining the ceremony and adding her softer voice to her sister's.
Ragnhild watches her daughters through her tears, a fierce pride shining in her wet eyes. Wrapping her strong arms around the girls, she adds her voice to theirs, letting the song of mourning grow and rise, its haunting melody drifting through the camp as the darkness falls. When the fire dies out, the small family embrace quietly and retreat to their tent. The following morning Ragnhild goes about her daily chores again, no longer frozen in sorrow, though clearly still in mourning._
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Attached in various ways to quite a few trees in the outer camp, these posters appear. They advertise a
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Feast of the Moon Festival"] ((Click here for full sized poster.))
((Saturday, May 19th - 7 pm GMT))
