Tavern Knowledge (III) - post your rumours and gossip here

[Curmudgeon]

Reports filtering back to Silverymoon and Felbarr from patrols say that the Sundabar Vigilants found an adventurer's body not far from the Felbarr Trail turnoff from the Silverymoon Pass trail. There were giant tracks around the corpse.

[Dorn]

The seasons turn again and the threat from the north of hangs oppressively over all unabated.

Outside the walled communities of the confederacy, many fields lie with last years rotted stubble and strewn with weeds, farmers unwilling or unable to venture out to tend the fields any more. The thinly spread militias of the Agrent Legion rarely venture far beyond the gates with the toll of the war on their numbers and the chance of attack from orcs or the other evils taking advantage of the war making the townsfolk, their families, their first priority.

Prices continue to soar. Aside from the rich and the southren traders hawking waresfood and for extortionate prices, the pooer common people look gaunt and their clothes threadbare. The numbers begging alms in the streets or in front of taverns increases.

The rich adventurers and mercenarys striding purposfully through the towns holding shields and weapons worth many gold coins are often accosted by pathetic gangs of small, hungry and scared children asking for food and copper.

Sad crys of those left behind atest to more people missing as they begin to turn to hunting for theselves in ever more dangerous wilds of the savage frontier.

Many do as much good as they can for the people, and food arrives in carts at villiages supplied by unnammed providers on occasion, but the tide of war is taking it's toll many leagues from the front lines.

[Inwintersshadow]

...An old vagabond whispers of a fey creature who resides in an enchanted pool east of the trail into the Silver Wood. A creature with the ability to charm the hearts of men, snaring them with her unearthly beauty only to then lure them beneath the still waters to her lair... for who knows what deviltry!

[Dorn]

In the tavern at Helmshold on a busy night:

"Bloody cow'rds gone and run 'way before we e'en get there they did!" a hard looking woman screeched from the small knot of farmers at a table near the door.

The table was soaked with ale and there somewhat slurred voices carried across the crowd as they spoke to a group of bemused regulars at the neighbouring table.

"I mean we had what ten..."
"Ten" muttered the big cattleman next to her while looking at his nine fingers and frowning to himself.
"Thirdy!" yelled the carrot farmer with the boil on his nose.
"..ten...or so..of us come from the Rhauvin fields all this way. Boss up at Legion castle e'en give us special escort like ..and then half of the bastids run 'afore we even git there!? BAH!"

"What d'ya mean why we go at all!!??", the woman sqwaked, "Fer months now the beasts...nay vermin!, yes vermin...come outta the forests and wilds from th' north and be eating our crops and livestock!"

Rumbles the cattleman" Yea..and then with army taking half we almost not 'nuff feed our families let 'lone sell to market"

The carrot farmer looked athte table opposite and spat out "Damn river trader town wou'nt unnerstand"

A few harsh words from the other table about the lack of food biting here to and families going hungry.

Carrot grumbles "...well maybe y' do then"

"Anyways, we all here there be a bunch droods and such unnerneath that giant bloody tree. An' everyone knows them be lookin' out for them animals before their fellow man. So we thought t' give em a piece of our minds.

The farmer woman swinger her mug about and slurring drunk continues "So we almost gets there and one of them cursed bloody rangers in green be standin' there bold as brass with some copper elf. I swear th' both of em start threaten us...good god fearin' folk...about it bein' our fault and the beasts bein' driven from their homes or some rubbish. And then!!! Then the elf sets his wolf on us!! almost took me arm off!! And we just wann'ed t' talk!" She begins to sob, Carrot looks at her a moment then says "Yea" and hands her another cup....


At a few taverns along the highway the story of a plague of animals being to blame for the food shortage and an attack by druids and wood elves on good common folk is repeated in taverns where dark gossip is the prefererd coin in these days of fear.

[Stormbring3r]

Will over slept for once which is odd. After a few years of study in the Tower of Skulls he was used to getting up early and late to bed.

He sat up on the bed and rubed his leg thinking that maybe its all the long walks he had taken to Silverymoon and back as of late.

He managed to get out of bed and limp over to the basin to wash his face before do the stretches the Priest of Kelemvor taught him.

After the stretches he walked over to the window and opened the shutter to a sun that had risen to almost mid day.

Will shook his head and sighed heavily while gathering his gear and putting on his armour.

Looking back out the window as he clasped his cloak to his breastplate he replied "Something is not right by the West Bridge."

Moving to the window, he could hear the screeches of kobolds over the noise the river made. Grabbing his sword and straping on his shield he headed out the door.
He went as fast as his bad leg could carry him down the stairs and out the inn towards the front gate yelling for Sargeant Wilson to stand ready as it sounded as if Bran ,who was guarding the Bridge West, was under attack.

He hurried to the gate grimacing at the fast pace his leg was not used to. Sargeant Wilson yelling for the guard to open the gate and hurry to the West Bridge.

Will, Sargeant Wilson and a few guard arrived to find Bran leaning up against the Crypt wall gasping for air and spitting up blood.

Sargeant Wilson quickly glanced around and saw the unmistakeable bodies of dead kobolds as he approched.

Will went straight to Bran and called upon his ablility granted by Kelemvor and cast several healing spells on Bran.

Bran looked up and smiled to Will and said with a tear in his eye. "I saws him I did. He's was the grandedest man I'd have ev'r laid eyes on. It saddened me when he said to me It not yer time yet Bran."

Sargeant Wilson looked to Will and asked "What is he talkin bout?"

Without looking up he smiled and replied one word."Kelemvor".

As he stood and helped Bran up ,he motioned to the guards to help take Bran home.

He then turned the Sargeant Wilson who had a confused look on his face and said, "Sargeant you need to post a few more guard here. Bran was lucky that Kelemvor did not take him as he was slipping away."

Sargeant Wilson, who was finally understanding what he was hear went pale and said with a shakey voice, "You mean he DIED and your GOD Kelemvor brought him back?"

He smiled and shook his head. "No. Kelemvor did not bring him back but rather, he did not let him die."

Sargeant Wilson shook his head in disbelief and turned to the last guard left. "Janis, you will watch the road here till I can send a request to High Hold asking for another guard to be posted here with you or Bran."

He continued to smile and it slowly faded as the Sargeant walked away and looked to Janis. "Be watchful of the road up by the bridge. I will check on whoever guards here when I am around and tends your wounds when I can. Be safe and be watchful."

With that Will stepped into the crypts and closed the door.




Ok.. I am not the best writter but I gave it a try.. Stepped out to RP over at the crypt's and saw a injured guard.. Healed him up and thought a good story. And a rumor as well..Kobolds getting braver? Something darker pushing them from thier caves? hmmmmmm.

[Riotnrrd]

Marcus Wands inquires among the ranking Argent Legion among Rivermoot and High Hold, as well as the priest of Kelemvor in the Rivermoot crypts, seeking information related to Treaty 207 with the Capracion family, for the history and current state of the Wendover Crypts.

[Riotnrrd]

Rivermoot to High Hold is abuzz with rumors of a renovated residence and stone tower to be constructed outside of Rivermoot, at the former Therin Orphanage. Stonemasons and laborers of all kinds begin to congregate at the word of good work for good pay. Wagonloads of masonry and timbers bound for the project frequently pass, and the local economy is several thousand gold richer.

Workers can be seen toiling at the site.

[Stormbring3r]

A female hin was seen asking the Rauvinwatch Keep Commander about a small abandoned palisade due north of the Keep.

[Stormseeker]

Wild rumors of a legion scout fighting off a dozen goblins and their zombie chickens are spread among the taverns with many a laugh.

[Stormseeker]

Legion scout warning of black dragon hiding out near the road west of High Hold.

[oldgrayrogue]

Word begins to filter through the Marches from Rivermoot that Settlestone has fallen to the orc horde. It is said that the town lies a burning ruin, its defenders, dwarf, human and the Legionaires sent to engage the horde, massacred almost to the man. The town has been sacked and defiled. Word spreads that the Legion Leader, Sir Rathalan Whitsword, was found nailed to a cross upon the battlements, a red orc banner depicting a bloody sword waving in the foul wind of the killing field below him.

Oddly, however, there are also reports that the orc horde has withdrawn from both Settlestone and Fourthpeak. Like a ravaging storm they swept through Settlestone, laying waste to the town and its people, then departed back to their lairs in the north. While the area is by no means safe for travel, the majority of the orc horde seems to have departed.

((There will be changes made to these areas in the near future to reflect the above ICly. Until they are please RP accordingly, especially if you travel to these areas.))

[edit]((HDM's note: the bulk of the changes mentioned have been implemented. This does NOT mean that a walk in the Marches is now safe... ))[/edit]

[Curmudgeon]

In the Hammer and Helm tavern, the Golden Griffon Caravan Master can be heard wondering aloud if the road through Silverymoon Pass is once again free of the orcish hordes. Reports from Sundabar indicate that the Vigilants and Shieldsar have not had contact with an orcish patrol in a tenday now, and their former campsites are cold and deserted.

[kid]

Word spreads that the Legion Leader, Sir Rathalan Whitsword, was found nailed to a cross upon the battlements, a red orc banner depicting a bloody sword waving in the foul wind of the killing field below him.

A man in green plates of armor was speaking openly against those rumours. He claims to have been to settlestone and gave rightful burial to said Sir Whitsword. He would say that when they reached the battleground Sir Whitsword was laying still in his armor and in his hand a long blade.
He would say that the orc horde never had a chance to difile that hornorable man and that he fought barefuly to until he fell. Clearly even after he fell the Orc still feared him far too much him to touch him.

[Curmudgeon]

A female hin was seen asking the Rauvinwatch Keep Commander about a small abandoned palisade due north of the Keep.

The Commander replies that the palisade belongs to the Argent Legion and is used as a temporary bivouac for troops during musters or training.

[Stormbring3r]

Merry walks from the southside of Silverymoon as if in a daze not even stopping to dance on the bridge. She walks into the Golden Oak and gets a room for the night. After she pays she walks out the door and is last seen headed west towards Rivermoot in a hurry.



OOCly.. I have a class in the morning and I R pooped at the moment (Fought a house fire in a thunder storm..3:30PM till almost 8PM... everyone is ok). Hope to be online tomorrow evening around 8 PM CST GMT-6 for some RP of any sorts.