*Orrh makes several offerings to a creature from the bowels of the earth and is swallowed up whole. He marvels at the mysteries of the Weave, and wonders whatever his Master could have in mind from this excursion.*
*Orrh is heard spreading tales in the university among the students, of his exploits with a female knight whom entered his bedchambers in the Transmutation dorms, and was not seen to leave until at least twenty minutes time had passed. No one can deny that she was seen entering his chambers in the Tower, but what happened within is not entirely known. Orrh seems very bitter when he talks about the incident, referring to her as "that lady knight" and never seeming to recall her actual name. If pressed closely, he only reveals that the female knight's behavior was not in keeping with that of a lady, and that she had the nerve to take some of the things from his bedchamber when she was done with him.*
Rumors begin to spread through Silverymoon of a murder most foul! Allegedly, one of the students at the Lady's college was murdered, supposedly by a member of the spellguard. Other rumors suggest the boy was a traitor or a spy and that the spellguard was only doing his duty to Silverymoon. What is clear is that a young man lies dead under mysterious circumstances and no one seems to know yet if anyone has been apprehended on account of this tragedy.
< Burt> kmj's a jerk, that's what the j stands for. Kyle's a Massive Jerk.
Rumors that a caravan was lost in the Nether Mountains trickle down into the lowlands. It is said that a wave of orcs with glowing eyes and flaming swords fell upon a hapless caravan and slaughtered it to a man, before falling on the Hawk's Nest fort and being repulsed with catapulted barrels of exploding white liquid that smelled most foul.
Those who stop by the Wonderbringer's tower, north of High Hold, find the normally effusive gnome rather subdued. It seems one of his parishioners has vanished, a young gnome woman who left his tower after seeking healing there...and never arrived home.
The Griffon Caravan Company is Proud to Announce the Grand Opening of the Finest Inn and Convivial Establishment north of Athkatla! Welcome to the FLYING GRIFFON!
You've tried the rest, now sample the best! Our cellars are stocked with the finest imports gathered on trading runs across the Realms! Rooms are 1 gold piece only, and come with stabling for your beasts. (Horses preferred, see Barleyman in the stables for arrangements on other beasts.)
Moniqa, proprietress, is ready to welcome you! Find us conveniently situated between Khelb and Silverymoon, on the caravan route to Sundabar!
Wild rumors in Silverymoon speak of one of the performers at the Fochlucan offering an 'extravagant reward' for anyone who recovers his priceless stolen flute while bringing the perpetrators to justice.
Warnings abound however, that the band of marauders responsible are no ordinary brigands; it is even whispered by some that the group is led by a towering mountain of a man (or man-like creature), a being so foul and dire that he carries with him the arm of a troll supposedly defeated by him in single combat, which he gnaws on as a perpetually regenerating snack.
Several adventuring parties are said to have ventured forth after being hired by the performer; none have been heard from after setting out...
Formerly: Aglaril Shaelara, Faerun's unlikeliest Bladesinger
Current main: Ky - something
It’s not the critic who counts...The credit belongs to the man who actually is in the arena, who strives violently, who errs and comes up short again and again...who if he wins, knows the triumph of high achievement, but who if he fails, fails while daring greatly.-T. Roosevelt
Rumors from Rivermoot speak of an Argent Legion patrol that discovered a human male corpse not far from town; the corpse is said to have been charred and burnt so badly the identity of the victim could not be discerned.
A modest reward is said to be offered by the Marshall to anyone who discovers pertinent information with proof to back it up.
Formerly: Aglaril Shaelara, Faerun's unlikeliest Bladesinger
Current main: Ky - something
It’s not the critic who counts...The credit belongs to the man who actually is in the arena, who strives violently, who errs and comes up short again and again...who if he wins, knows the triumph of high achievement, but who if he fails, fails while daring greatly.-T. Roosevelt
Rumors of a dangerous timber wolf with a taste for humanoid flesh begin to circulate around the areas west of High Hold. Some travelers claim that the chilling howls of the fearsome beast can be heard on starless nights from miles away.
A few whisper that the Druids of the area have intentionally unleashed the beast and others of similar temperment upon the region for nefarious purposes.
Formerly: Aglaril Shaelara, Faerun's unlikeliest Bladesinger
Current main: Ky - something
It’s not the critic who counts...The credit belongs to the man who actually is in the arena, who strives violently, who errs and comes up short again and again...who if he wins, knows the triumph of high achievement, but who if he fails, fails while daring greatly.-T. Roosevelt
The assembly in the Great Library spawns rumors. Alustriel was said to be attending, or scrying it. A dragon in human form was said to be unmasked, upon which it teleported to the roof, polymorphed to its draconic form and flapped away over the city. In some rumors Taern Hornblade and Jandar Starblade came nearly to blows with the Dean of the Lady's College.
The only thing that is said over and over is that certain scholars are embarking on a quest, for which there may be great rewards for themselves and any who aid them.
The assembly went so well and was so well attended that the Dean has declared there to be no need for a secondary makeup assembly this evening. The illustrious visitors who may or may not have attended have departed the college.
A merchant caravan that passed through Rivermoot to points east is overheard gossiping in a Silverymoon tavern about smoke that was seen on the horizon for a great distance during their travels. Upon reaching Rivermoot, they saw a bucket brigade pouring water from the river on a stone guard tower. The caravan was behind time and over budget and any merchant house would understand that they did not have time to stop and render aid. It looked as if it was under control, the caravan master says with a shrug, and bites into his roast chicken, turning to matters more important, such as the price of ale and the value of a fine bolt of cloth in this city.
((EDIT-HEEGZ is going for a dwarf only game. Apologies))
Word spreads that the Knights Draconis have begun recruiting dwarves. Many hands will be needed for an expedition into the mysterious ruins of Delzoun. Any that are interested in taking up the Gold and Black Draconis banner or independent contractors are to report to Bozwell the Dragonheart in Felbarr.
Along with keeping whatever treasures are found during exploration, a payment of coin and gear will also be rewarded.
PC
Bozwell "The Dragonheart" of Clan Blackstone, Explorer, Scholar, Knight Draconis
Rumors speak of an incident that took place at The Brightblade Brandished; details are sketchy other than some kind of row resulting in injuries to Benlan as well as the bouncer Sam, and at least one patron. Overall it seems as though there are efforts made to keep the matter as quiet as possible for whatever reason, and even the Knights when asked casually seem unusually tight lipped about the incident, simply indicating that "Everything is fine now, a few matters are being looked into."
In the aftermath a few members of the Spellguard are said to have visited, and one or two Knights seem to have been assigned to stop in on a regular basis to check on things.
Formerly: Aglaril Shaelara, Faerun's unlikeliest Bladesinger
Current main: Ky - something
It’s not the critic who counts...The credit belongs to the man who actually is in the arena, who strives violently, who errs and comes up short again and again...who if he wins, knows the triumph of high achievement, but who if he fails, fails while daring greatly.-T. Roosevelt
Rumors speak of a messenger going about various establishments in the Gem seeking out the two patrons involved in the incident at the Brightblades Brandished.
Formerly: Aglaril Shaelara, Faerun's unlikeliest Bladesinger
Current main: Ky - something
It’s not the critic who counts...The credit belongs to the man who actually is in the arena, who strives violently, who errs and comes up short again and again...who if he wins, knows the triumph of high achievement, but who if he fails, fails while daring greatly.-T. Roosevelt
"I don't know what could possibly have gone on in a barn," a young noblewoman was overheard to say. "I was visiting my beloved at the Keep, such a dreary, cold place -- where a smartly trimmed hat goes entirely unnoticed, I might add. And as if that privation wasn't enough, I had to wait for him to return from some investigation into the goings on in a barn. I ask you, what could be so important as to keep me waiting?" She sniffed. "And he did come back smelling dreadfully of smoke. Apparently the murder of some unknown girl -- Yes, I did say murder, Mama. The burning of some unknown girl takes precedence over the sufferings of his very well known own girl. No, not known that way, Mama. Did I mention somebody was murdered. Think about it! Isn't it just ghastly? Trying to get the smell out of his uniform must have taken forever!"