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[Wynna]

Posted on bulletin boards around the Lady's College:

MASTERS PROCLAMATION

1. Let it be known that the recent latitude in allowing familiars to accompany their masters to classes has gone too far. It is difficult to walk the halls these days without dodging bats or stepping on some unfortunate feline tail. Please refrain from allowing your familiar to accompany you unless you are going to be on campus or otherwise separated from them for greater than 4 hours, lest we return to the previous moratorium on familiars.

2. The Masters wish to once more welcome authorized students to the third floor Master's Hall, on a cautious and infrequent basis. The illusions masking the core stairway up from the Lady's College lobby have been removed. Scholars are expected to recognize what constitutes a need to journey up and what does not, at risk of having the privileges revoked once again, as in the wake of the privy papering of the upstairs Grove following the last Greengrass revels.

3. The Masters welcome a student of the Lady's College to the position of School Clinician. Scholar Dr. Augustine, an Acolyte of Mystra as well as a Scholar of the Lady's College, will see patients as required. If you are in urgent need, this is sufficient cause to summon your familiar (see above #1) to send for the Doctor's aid to her rooms on the third floor Master's Hall (see above #2). Should you be unable to send a familiar, other scholars may bear word to the Doctor on your behalf.

4. With the reopening of the Master's Hall, scholars who have achieved the 5th Circle of arcane knowledge and have so graduated the undergraduate circles, may make appointment with Spellguard Bellweather, Lady's College liaison to the Spellguard and a former student of these halls, to discuss future plans.

5. Please note: the 4th floor Heights of the Magus will remain off-limits and cloaked with infallible illusion until proof of good behavior is returned through the access to the Masters Hall. Magus Arken, Magus Miresk, Magus Vihuel will walk among the classes at their pleasure, observing.

Signed--The Combined Council of the Masters of the Conclave

[dergon darkhelm]

*The Helmite Priest gave a rousing and intense sermon on the Rivermoot bridge at shift change of the guard, occurring at dawn just this morn.*


"....for evil is as isidious as it is pernicious. It may smile and show subtlety. Evil may bow and courtsey. Evil may take a firm grasp of your hand and give you a keen look in the eye at your introduction.

Dutiful people of Rivermoot, do not let this dull your vigilance.

Yes there are orc axes in the hills. Yes there are bandits that waylay the roads. And Yes, there are flying beasts that may claim the livestock from your fields........ but none of these will taint your very soul. No none of these threats will cast you to the abyss for life after death.

Dutiful people oof Rivermoot, the threat to your souls is within this very village. Within these walls is true evil. You know this to be the case. Three murders have been visaged upon the hamlet in these last rides and strange folk of abyssal spawn come to taint the weak minded of you.

Dutiful people of Rivermoot, steel your souls against this evil!

Do not give succor nor welcome to it, no matter how carefree the smile it gives you. Do not break bread with those that would allow evil within these village walls, no matter their pleaded rationalizations. Do not make trade with those that would see evil gain a beachhead in this blessed place, this western edge of the Lady's Marches.

Some of the weakwilled or soft of spirit may have already fallen under the profane compulsion that Evil of the hells can place upon a person's mind. Stay clear of those that make associations with dark ones.

Dutiful people of Rivermoot, you will know safety and protection from the Great Guardian Helm and those that come here in his name to do his bidding.......but you must also come to find fortitude of your own. You must find the fortitude tolet these dark doers and their consorts know they are unwelcomed within these walls. Let them know that the good people of Rivermoot will not see their souls corrupted by te presence of evil.

Go to your day's duties knowing the vigilance of the Watcher, all of you."



* Thus did Rathalan Whitsword complete his sermon of 20 Kythorn, 1375. There was some significant applause for the lecture, but some observers say it came mostly from the other "bluecloaks"*

[oldgrayrogue]

*The elven ranger Thoron entered the walls of Rivermoot after a long absence bearing a blue colored banner of some sort soaked and dripping with blood. He was seen to stride to Sergeant Baron of the Legion and unfurl the banner, dropping three freshly hewed orc heads at his feat. The ranger was then heard to berate the Sergeant for failing in his duty, and allowing the orc to reclaim the wilds without challenge. The ranger strode out of the town leaving the bloody banner and severed heads in the square. On close inspection, the symbol of the Blue Tusk orcs was discernable through the bloodstains.*

[Thangorn]

At which point Sergeant Baron would have gone into a fit of rage spouting something about ".. the interference of those two supposed guardians.. can no longer be tolerated" then stormed off with the Marshall to have words in the council chambers..

[oldgrayrogue]

At which point Sergeant Baron would have gone into a fit of rage spouting something about the interference of "those two supposed guardians.. can no longer be tolerated" and stormed off with the Marshall to have words in the council chambers..

((Awesome -- wish you were around when I did it IG XD))

[kiyoti]

The constant rain had pushed many of the local farmer and fishermen indoors so naturally the Anglers Inn had a good crowd. An exotic southern half-elf with a smooth and pleasant accent stood on a chair with his fine teakwood lute in hand. After plucking a few string he got the crowds attention.


“How about a tale of sorrow? No? Then perhaps battle? No? How’s about a sermon? Too boring? Ah! I have it! A song of love! A tale of Summer and Winter!”

The bard strummed his lute and began to sing. . .


Now. . .

Summer was hot as you all surley know
And Winters heart was cold, cold as the snow

The farmers thought Summer as fair as the Dawn
And their cocks did crow even when she was gone

When Winter came how the crowds they did gather
And the good Summer went to see what’s the matter

*choirs*
From the walls the guards balked, cursed and where crass
But remember good Helms teachings don’t include class

She told the town folk that Winter was no monster
And right then he knew that his heart she would foster

The town’s folk loved Summer so they smiled and they cheered
For if Summer trusted this devil then what’s there to fear?

With her gentle hands she grabbed his big. . .horn
And that night in the grass new love was born

*choirs*
From the walls the guards balked, cursed and where crass
But remember good Helms teachings don’t include class


As the half-elf played he got the attention of a sassy red head, climbing down from his chair he strode over to her. With a little coaxing she added her own lines making them up on the spot….

Its true the sight of his horns once filled me with dread
That’s before I learned how he used them in bed

The bard moved on through the crowd and was grabbed by one of the village’s old crones who added her own voice and sang. . .

E’ snatch’s thems fish with ‘is hands with easy
Im sure them deft hands surly could please

This time the bard stood on a table and sang

It was the couples wish to be left alone
Where ever they went the guard’s anger shown

I sing this song in hope that Sune might hear
For a love so true should never be feared!

“Sing with me now!” The half-elf cried
and the bar sang along with dunking abandon

*choirs*
From the walls the guards balked, cursed and where crass
But remember good Helms teachings don’t include class


As the bard ended his song the bar erupted in thunderous applause as good songs that pull in the crowd are wont to do. That night the barmaids where a little lustier and the men a bit drunker. At the end of the night when the patrons left for their homes it was clear they felt a love story had blossomed in their small town.

[Random Hajile]

The corpse of a villagewoman has been found near Wendover Hollow, draped over the sign warning to keep away. There are puncture wounds on its neck and it has been drained of blood.

In the nearby village, a young woman is overheard saying that "a stupid bumbling Lathanderite awoke a thrice-damned coven of vampires" and that "they're gonna kill villagers for every halfwit that goes poking around their territory." She appeared to be more than a little pissed-off when relaying the message.

[dergon darkhelm]

The Helmites have been exiled from Rivermoot and are under some investigation from higher-up in Silverymoon.

Rathalan Whitsword was seen surrendering his uniform and effects to an Argent Legion officer earlier this morning. Reports had that a few hours later he had moved his small amount of personal gear out of his small apratment in Rivermoot and was seen walking alone eastward on the road away from the village.

[dob85y]

A bald young man usualy seen in a red robe is seen clearing his few meager belongings from the barracks in Rivermoot. He is dressed for travel though, close fitting black clothes and a black bandanna with a light pack.

He slowly walks out the inner gate, glancing back only once. As he approaches the main gate he glances across to his hard work, the trenches and sandbags he had spent hours on. Smilng to himsef with a small satisfaction he knows that orcs will have a hard time getting over them, and continues out the gate.

The leigon guard gives him a nod as he passes, "Good luck" murmers Ryu, the only words that leave his mouth as he leaves Rivremoot, possibly for good.

[Thangorn]

Sgt Praetor Baron once again strides the palisades of Rivermoot with spring in his step roaring orders to the men and women under his command when he is not berating them. Drills have become more regular and rote once again and the militia grumble at the harsh discipline.

As the road merchants say, things have once again returned to normal in Rivermoot..

[The_Righteous]

There is a rumor in Rivermoot among the commoners that a woman with white hair had a discussion with sergeant Praetor Baron. Some say the woman was pushed out of the village others say it looked as if they were lovers.

[Kalandorm]

A rumor soon spreads that the woman known as Abelia is consorting with the evil undead, and is working to disguise her true intentions to undermine those who oppose her and her vile alliances.

[AsuraKing]

After a quick stop in the tavern in Rivermoot word spreads of a gnome that has a pet bear that seems to be searching for a bald wizard.

[Arkan Bladesinger]

Some habitants of Rivermoot noticed two men fighting on a glade just out of the Gates on midnight.

The Smaller one of the men seemed to be commenting on footwork of the bigger man and scoring many hits on him, before the big man landed the one hit that felled the smaller man out of his feet.

Afterwards, both shaked hands and shared a drink continuing to speak of nuances of battle.

[Mick]

Members and visitors at morning services at Rhyester's Matins this morning were distracted from Markus Cayn's less-than-rousing service by a disturbance at the rear of the cathedral. Those who chanced a glance saw a young worshipper with sparkling blue eyes step into the center aisle and quickly make a move for the rear door. She stopped short, however, and bent over at the waist. Several dry retches were followed by vomiting in earnest on the carpet in the the aisle. The pretty young woman took on a mortified look, apologized to Cayn and then ran out the back doors.

After services, Cayn was heard saying to the acolyte cleaning up the mess that he wanted to see Dawnbringer Shiningeye in his chambers as soon as she showed her face. As he walked away, he was muttering something about two morning services in a row that Dawn had ruined with her illness.