Waterdeep Tavern Tales & Rumors

[Arianna]

*In the evenings those traveling the halls of the Safehaven Inn can sometimes hear a soft singing coming from one of the rooms.*


Sleep now, in dreams serene
your magic a balm to a scene,
your gate to stay sealed
music covers and shields
between the acts so keen.

Sleep, sleep words of the ages
Keep all your imps in between pages.

Cool for now, all your anger and rage...
Focus it all, to project on the stage
Harbor no darkness, let no evil spill,
The words to exclaim and banish all ill,
Keep power wrapped and bound in a cage . . .

Sleep, sleep words of the ages
Keep all your imps in between pages.

[ayergo]

This is awesome.

[Mick]

Agreed. Very nice!

[Galadorn]

Toliv Yanei leaves word with the innkeeper at the Safehaven Inn and Friarry the Potions vendor outside that he'll be traveling to Daggerford for a few weeks. ((weeks IC, days IRL))

[Galadorn]

Make me A STICKY thread?

[ayergo]

Tales are abound of a group of adventurers who waded into the sewers to strike a blow at an unholy goblin lieutenant and were successful, though by the skin of their teeth.

[dergon darkhelm]

*posted at various sign boards and in taverns of the Adventurer's Quarter*




Seeking bladesmen, scouts, and other skilled folk of interest, fortitude, and duty to aid in the recovery of missing dwarfs.

Payment of 100 pieces of gold or equivalent value in gemstones plus equal share of all spoils for those willing to come forth.

Seek Tragnar of Clan Ironsworn at the Safehaven Inn


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(Additionally, those who know Tragnar see him becoming increasingly desperate to make some breakthrough in the search for Badger and Ponlin. He is said to be gathering special spell components to undertake rare divination, beseeching Dumathoin to give guidance.

However, that desperation is tempered by growing concern over the face that key allies Marcus, Zyxa, and Hijo each have not been seen for a number of days.)

[Magile]

Sightings of a strange elven woman were reported by many Waterdhavians the other day.

Those in the busy streets noted that a pale-skinned, red-eyed woman was being accompanied by a run-down looking elven girl. Many of the nobles likened her to a stray cat or feral mongrel.

Those in the Safehaven Inn witnessed the same pair, but had much different things to say. Several witnesses suggested the raven-haired elf had the mind of a child. Others suggested she were "simple" in the head. Regardless, most patrons kept their distance from the elf as she stood on chairs, snatched food from tables and, above all else, smelled of dung and wet dog.

She was last reported being seen lectured by the pale-skinned elf about bathing.
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((Who knows what's in store for this character? Is she truly simple? Why was she smelling of the sewers? Tune in next time - same Bat time, same Bat channel!))

[Arianna]

A Song Recently overheard at the hanged man from one of the regular perfomers . . . .

If for a teacher, of master swordplay, you quest,
Then journey forth to Waterdeep, to seek the Snookery,
There you will find the trainer, who is better than the best,
Myrmith will show you how tis done, with no foolery....

Pick a weapon, the choice is yours,
Thrust and parry, swing and block,
Shoulders in and point those toes,
Keep it up, Keep it up, or away you walk.

Make sure to bring a heavy purse,
For the Master's fee is high . . .
But you won't regret or even curse,
If you want to be the best bye and bye.

Pick a weapon, the choice is yours,
Thrust and parry, swing and block,
Shoulders in and point those toes,
Keep it up, Keep it up, or away you walk.

[gonz.0]

A Waterdhavian local city maintenance contractor was overheard telling a bartender at a Trades Ward Establishment of his financial troubles caused by the emboldened goblins living hidden in the sewers. It seems the odd dwarf had taken up the job of trapping rats attempting to invade local hostels and bother patrons as a contractor directly to the local politician. However, it was now too dangerous for a fellow to operate in the sewers without an armed squad.

He left the tavern headed for the 'Safe-Haven', having vocally made a decision to hook up with a band of folks with the grit to take on the 'little green feckers'. Onlookers disagree on if he meant to fight with them, or enlist their aid. They could agree however, that it was likely he would not survive the endeavor.

[dergon darkhelm]

Wayfarer was relaxing, stretched out on the cot in his small room in he boarding house when the knock came. A stern rapping at the door startled the big man out of his rest.


He grunted a bi, rising on his stiff leg to open the door.

Madame Garah stood before him, an angry expression on her face.

"Trailyn Krast," she exclaimed. Wayfarer knew he was in trouble when the maron of the boarding house addressed him by his proper name.

"What in the seven bells are you doing?! It smells like a ...," She trailed off and pointed a finger at a the dozen or so beetle bellies strung up to the rafters, drying slowly. Multiple small pools formed on the wood floor as drops of blood and ichor dripped from the ventral shells.


"You get these vile things out of here right now, young man!" The woman couldn't be much more than a decade or two older than Wayfarer himself, but he thought it best to hold his tongue on that matter.

"And clean up this floor! You'll have the rats to us!"


The big warrior nodded once and said sheepishly, "Yes ma'am."

Madame Garah stomped her foot hard. "Now!" But then her visage softened a bit and before closing the door she added, "And when you're done come down to the kitchen and I'll give you scones."


Wayfarer nodded once more, "Thank you, ma'am." He went over to the wash basin, wet a rag, and got down on his knees to begin scrubbing the bloody floorboards.



(( OOC: Anyone know where to sell beetle bellies? ))

[Senor T]

Rumor may have it that Bran and possibly Keryn would be glad to take those off your hands.

[Rumple C]

Thorv has started talking about a vampire in the dungeon of the crypt who needs to be killed. He is trying to put together a party for just such a thing.

[Akivaria]

A foul-mouthed halfling takes up her lute by the fire of the Safehaven Inn:

http://www.alandfaraway.info/phpBB3/vie ... 65#p632165

[Cleasor]

Thorv has started talking about a vampire in the dungeon of the crypt who needs to be killed. He is trying to put together a party for just such a thing.

Jackman keeps hearing about said vampire but hasn't seemed to shake off his hangover in time to join others. He seeks out Thorv ...