Tavern knowledge - post your rumours and gossip here

[oldgrayrogue]

There is a buzz throughout Quaervarr about how the elven ranger Thoron, often seen thereabouts, strode into town with a wild snarling wolf by his side and threatened all with death if they harmed it in any way. Many now say that he must be one of the weremen that have been killing poor travelers along the woodland roads.

The next day word spreads that the cook of the White Stag has been taken into custody by the Legion, following an altercation with this selfsame elf, Thoron.

[danielmn]

**The bells of High Hold ring loud, as thick plumes of blackend smoke appear in the sky in the direction of Rivermoot. The Malitia Guards tense, awaiting the news of the fate of the small village***

**In rivermoot itself, it is widely told that no less than a hundred orcs poured from the river and the woods to attack the town. Though a few Legion Malitia were gravely wounded, none perished during the onslaught. It is also said that gnome, dwarf, man and elf fought side by side with axe, bow and sword to fend off the invaders, some of whom used overturned smallboats to ford the water and for protection. Thick plumes of black smoke can be seen across the bridge from the cemetary, where it is said a dwarf and a gnome with a bear the size of ten men have placed the bodies of the enemy. The smell in the air is almost too much to bare...but one would think it is much better than the alternative. The townsfolk can be seen with worried looks, but less so because of the Helmites preparation for this event and the ones likely to come than previous attacks.**

[Brother Humphrey]

Just hours after the end of the attack, the commander and adjutant of the Helmite forces in Rivermoot, with a new recruit in tow, return from the north. Upon discovering the recent attack, they quickly make themselves busy with further preparations, starting on digging pits on the western perimeter of the town, where it's least defended from a water-born assault.

In a spate of work lasting several hours, two men can be seen digging pits furiously. By the time they were stopped by fatigue, they had dug a quarter of the pits who's locations are marked out by stakes in the dirt at each corner.

((Each pit's location is marked out by bolts, one pit each, between and behind the boulders on the shoreline from the legion post tower all the way around the perimeter to the final 2 trees that mark the end of the space that is walkable on the southwest side of the pallisade))

[dergon darkhelm]

In a brief but formal ceremony on the Rivermoot bridge, the Helmite Priest Whitsword bestowed some new rank on the fierce but beautiful woman know as Eliisabet Trueblade that has been serving with the House Invicible forces.

A few of the onlooking guards gasped when she was presented with a sword so finely crafted and honed that it glinted nearly as brightly in the morning sun as Lady Trueblade's long and perfect hair.

[danielmn]

At Settlestone, a sheild dwarf was seen carrying a gold dwarfs dead body over his shoulder from the temple. Those close enough could here the sheild dwarfs mutterings, which included the word "Felbarr", as well as the phrase "Incompetent Tormites and Helmites can't protect shite fer shite..hope all eir ranks ahn privilages makes ehm fat ahn happy..."

**

The tenday of mourning For the fallen Folinar was interupted when the Sheild dwarf Garlus and the scout Labur brought the body of Doilin Stratt, Gold Dwarf of the Rift, to the Gates. It is said Garlus said not a word as he left the body by the gates, but stuck his head through the gates and exclaimed

"Another friend dwarf has been rewarded for choosing to help the Longleggers. Comae and see the price paid!"

[Xerxes]

A female Shield Dwarf known by some as Nurna was seen at Settlestone the past evening. Last time she had been seen was many months past in Rivermoot and it was said by many that she was with child then. She is no longer pregnant and no child does she bring with her.

[Brother Humphrey]

*A pair of men and one woman spend a raucus night around a table covered with several bottles of fine imported whiskey and butternut beer, at the Rivermoot Tavern, singing off-color songs, playing dice, performing slinky table-dancing and generally letting their hair down. One of the men, despite, or perhaps because of, his compact, battlescarred physique, was the first to succomb to the need to sleep it off, after admitting to having begun the excersize on an empty stomach. He left orders to be awakened for invasion, the arrival of his superior officers, or some other cataclysmic disaster.*

[danielmn]

Yelling could be heard outside the Rivermoot tavern as Garlus dressed down two novice swordsmen for contemplating going to Fourthpeak. For those outside, it was also seen that he carried yet another dwarven body with him.

Not long after, Garlus nailed a message to the doors of the town...

"Travalars, doo nat go too Foorthpeek alone. For wariars nat seasaned, doo nat go weth les than farr sards. Mana frinds have ben lost too those hils, doo nat becoome on more. Thoose ohf Helm, prootekt yoor stoopid kin, ahnd doo nat drag my oon up the hills!

Garlus Ironbeard"

***

Upon the knelltones of Folinar's fifth day, Garlus Ironbeard bring yet another body to the gates of Felbarr, scout Labur Detraker. Seen only two days before accompanying Garlus with the body of Doilin, the tracker is said to have been found in the same place as Doilin, the temple at Settlestone. The sudden deaths of three dwarves that travel outside of the walls of Felbarr appears to have an ill effect on those residence. It is also seen that Garlus has cleaned his armour and weapon, and has joined in the morning of the three dwarves, all of which he knew. It is also whispered that Garlus seeks an audience with Warcrown himself to discuss the situation outside of the dwarven hold.

***

It is talked among the guards of Rivermoot that the orcs have made an attempt at probing positions around the river, once again crossing the water. One is even said to have reached the ship at the docks by use of breathing through a hollow reed. A dwarf, an elf, the pugalist well known as Ryu, and the Lady Lathanderite were seen crossing the river and entering into the cave opposite the docked ship. Hours later, all returned...and it is known among the guards that the Lady Lathanderite carried a skull with her.

[Burt_Reynoldz_Mustache]

Thick drops of rain showered the small port-village as a morning mist curled itself around the river line. Plumes of ivory smoke rose from the town bakery and the first signs of life began to gather within the market walls. Twas’ Black Sunday for the village, when all of the locals gathered to pay last respects to any which had passed during the thirty day tenure. Lervis the town Undertaker began to erect the pine viewing coffins with his hauling cart of dead at his side. All three Barley boys were being laid out from the week’s previous tragic mining accident when an old widow gowned in black, sat herself near the funeral bench. She sat like an old crow, watching and observing Lervis line up the stiff bodies into their places. After the Barley boys were placed, the rickety undertaker clumsily slopped in the four foreign adventurers which were found in the mountains, searching for untold glory and lost treasure. It was an unfortunate regularity in the region, as the area’s history was filled with tales of myth and glory. After a few brief moments of setting up the outsiders, Lervis finished and stood in front of the last empty coffin. He examined the box, then dragged the cart inside his cottage and slowly dragged out a second wagon, with only one corpse upon it.

In this cart slumbered the most tragic of town deaths, the fair Lady Albright. Her gold flocks of hair still gleamed with majesty as Lervis gently lay her into the oak bed. It was still a mystery how such a promising youth had lost her life. Arranged to marry the very rich merchant Valtone from the City of Splendors, Lady Albright held a very propitious future. One day however Miss Albright was discovered by the mid-wife of the home, eternally sleeping in ruby stained sheets. There were no wounds, nor any signs of foul play. Lervis pushed the Lady’s yellow strands from her eyes and folded her hands tenderly. Sobbing began to stir near the Marshall’s stand, as both Father and Mother Albright waited to properly mourn their daughter.

After a few moments of cheerless silence, the wobbly old woman from the bench stood. She shuffled towards the Tyrian Priest, who was preparing his funeral homily.
“I need to talk to you father,” she hissed. The robed priest marked his page and closed the book. He gently turned his head to the shaky woman and nodded.

“Sister, what can the Judge’s Servant do for you this sad morning?” he replied respectfully.

The old witch looked to the tearful parents and then lurched back to the Blue Robed Clergy. “It’s the dead. The dead killed her,” she gargled. As the priest narrowed his eyes towards the aged conspirator, she continued. “Don’t you see, the Dead….they’re…they’re walking. Every night they dance into our cities and take their picks of our flock,” she muttered while her eyes grew bigger.

“Damnation you old fool, stop this at once!” The Tyrian demanded through grit teeth. “This is a burial ceremony, show some respect.”

Attention from the small crowd began to stir and eyes swarmed towards the ranting hag. She examined the assembly, who was shaking their heads at her. The wrinkly face of the woman grew angry. “It…It’s true,” she announced to the gathering. “The DEAD live still,” she exclaimed with gesturing hands. “They will feast upon our flesh and drink our blood like wine.” Blue robed arms grabbed the woman by her feeble shoulders. As the Tyrian Priest began to drag the shouting widow, she pointed into the crowd and s bellowed again. “He knows, ask that one! He has seen it. We are all doomed. The beasts of nightfall have returned with invitations for us to join their ball!”

A tall human stood under the canvas of the town Sword-Smith, shadowed by an ebony cloak. Parts of his steel covered body shined from the openings of his shroud. Cloves of garlic adorned his neck and tent pegs sat fastened along his leather belt. As the crowd began to gaze their attention to the stranger, he tightened his cloak hood and hastefully walked off.

“No you fool, tell them. Tell them of their eternal suffering,” barked the old woman. The man in black did not turn. He instead marched forward to the town gates, where a man dressed in Crimson Robes responded to him with a nod and matched the stranger’s pace. The two walked into the gray morning mist while the crowd began to wrestle with the haggard old woman. “Doomed we are,” she shouted through the mob. “They have come to reclaim the land they once owned!”

[Wynna]

*Whispers run 'round the taverns and churches of Silverymoon that a man with horns on his head was seen skulking around the streets at night. Those that saw him speak of his glowing eyes and bloody mouth, but those parts of the tale vary. What is common to the tale is that the thing abruptly left the city, looking behind himself at every step. The sergeant of the guard who confirms this tale swears that he ran off the horned man with sword out and stern words of faith in Helm and the Lady Alustriel's vengeance on demons who spy on the Gem of the North.

[Erohares]

There are large marks of explosions distrubingly close to Rivermoot, the grass scroched and covered with blood, burnt bones and tiny pieces of metal.

The following notes have been sticked to various posts around the town :

Cow corpses are NOT to be touched when sighted. They have been trapped and will explode on contact. Troublemaker unknown, under investigation.

Rumour has it that the girl sticking the notes had one set on the Sergeant's back when tapping his shoulder.

[Thangorn]

Rivermoot was locked down for a few hours this night while the militia investigated the murder of a travelling cloth merchant in his room in the Angler's Arms.. The perpertrator was found to have fled before the lock down and trade has resumed.

Who did it is still under investigation but the Militia are interested in talking to a sixteen year old, red-haired peasant girl seen flirting with the merchant hours before he is thought to have perished.

Divinations carried out by the Tyrran Mission discovered poison was involved.

Many patrons at the Angler's Arms are very careful about what they eat and drink, sniffing and tasting small portions before consuming them and fingers point in many directions..

[danielmn]

Rumors circulate around Rivermoot of a cloth merchant who was recently found in his inn room, dead by poison. It is said that authorities are looking for information about a young female human, red of hair, freckled of face and plain of cloth.

In other gossip around Rivermoot, it is said that one of the guardsmen had been found by the dwarf Garlus on the side of the road, stripped bare and dead. **Leaders in Rivermoot would know the following information -
the man is malitia, his death was from a slit throat, but the body appears to have been tortured, and where the body was discovered was not where the man was killed. It is also noted that orcs were seen nearby.***


Garlus Ironbeard was seen carrying yet another body of his kin up the road from Rivermoot. By the stench, passersby say the dwarf had been dead awhile.

***

Dwarves at Felbarr once again open the gates as Garlus brings another fallen dwarf to rest. Sonnlinor Battlehammer was placed before the gates of Felbarr for his fellow brothers to take inside and honor in burial. Garlus remained withdrawn and drawn into himself while seen.

[KalevD]

While passing through High Hold, a pair of travelers - one an alf and the other a dwarf - were overheard reporting to the garrison that a pair of walking dead were encountered near the Legion road south of Wendover Farm.

What made the encounter expecially unusual was how close the creatures had come to the road as well as their apparent power. One was said to glow and could cast spells while the other could heal its wounds soon after receiving them. Despite these obstacles, the travelers claimed they had felled the abominations and disarmed a trap set on the road.

The garrison captain thanked the travelers for their report and assured them the matter would be looked into.

[dergon darkhelm]

The Helmite priest went on a tirade infront of his men and many other witnesses on the Rivermoot bridge having discovered a savage orc standing guard while dressed in the livery of The House Invincble.