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

[Rumple C]

A fight broke out at the Anglers Inn opposite High Hold when strangers drew weapons on two patrons. Patrons and staff fled, when they (and authorities) returned the four strangers were found dead to sword and axe wounds. The inn was closed for an entire day as furniture was repaired and blood cleaned from the inn.

[Swift]

Rumor has it that the Argent Legion forces in Rivermoot has recently grown with the addition of two very well read and well spoken men who do not appear too happy to be there, nor too comfortable in their armour.

Fliers have also recently appeared around Silverymoon, asking for inquiries for citizens that might be interested in a new career in a low level administration position within the Palace. Gossip among the taverns grew in excitement in recent days with talk of what such a position might bring financially and socially for any one lucky enough to be hired.

[Swift]

Mystery surrounds the whereabouts of the Ladys College registrar, Ms Serapheena. Prospective students have been grumbling that their requests for enrolment have remained unanswered for the last few days. None of the lecturers seem overly worried about it though have requested any sightings to be reported to them for their 'peace of mind'.

((OOC Note: Due to technical reasons, Serapheena will still spawn within the Ladys College. She is to be disregarded until further notice unless seen outside of the College itself))

[Swift]

After nearly a ten day of absence, Registrar Serapheena has returned to work in the Ladys College. The College is not releasing many details at this time regarding where the Registrar was, simply stating that an urgent family matter had sprung up that required immediate attention.

Student enrolments have resumed.

[beneviolent]

A thin lanky elf is seen asking in the tavern if a human might have gone missing recently. The elf describes the decayed body as a human male [[Trey Waynolt]]. He claimed he carried it from the Hollow where he'd discovered it back to town. He seemed clearly upset that the Priest Barnabas Arclight had no interest in funeral preparations or death rituals. The hide armored elf said he'd taken the body back to the woods and buried it underneath the pines after vanquishing a kobold threatening the town's paths.


Muttering 'greedy indulgent pigs* the elf left the village angrily.

[Curmudgeon]

A poster appears in the Chapel of Tyr in Rivermoot:

Please refrain from leaving the remains of deceased adventurers in this chapel, as our facilities to properly prepare them for appropriate disposition is limited. Remains should be left in the Rivermoot Crypts, in the cell opposite the door to the Crypt Chapel. Priest Aaron Ra, blessed of Kelemvor, will help arrange for fitting ceremonies to honor the dead.

(Signed) -Barnabas Arcright

[Swift]

Students of the Ladys College have been advised that the Conjuration Classroom will be closed for the better part of a ten day to repair flood damage. Any course queries can be directed to Proctor Yellowclaw and classes will be temporarily moved to the roof.

[wvincenti]

*Gwindor nods a greeting to the sentries at High Hold*

*speaks softly* Best ye keep an extra pair of eyes on the Trident Caves for awhile. The casters in there have been finding bigger prey to turn into undead. Not an hour ago I saw one shambling about that minded me more of a young giant than aught else.

[Rumple C]

A man was murdered in his rented room at the Rivermoot inn. A scarlet clothed man was chased down and hanged from the old blasted tower to the east for the crime. A dozen crows cawed in unison as it was done

[Mick]

A man was murdered in his rented room at the Rivermoot inn. A scarlet clothed man was chased down and hanged from the old blasted tower to the east for the crime. A dozen crows cawed in unison as it was done

A murdered man and a murder of crows. Love it!

[kid]

Legion scouts encountered a trio of goblins, managed to slay one with some difficulty, but somehow allowed the other two to give them the slip.

There are mocking murmurs among the guardsmen at Rauvinwatch Keep at the legion scouts expanse for failing to deal with a pair of goblins.

Random patrols keep searching and it seems that while there are sings of the goblins presence No one can find the creatures themselves. A matter that causes some ensnarement to the legion scouts.

(At least 2 goblins are hiding out there, feel free to go a looking. PM me if you find one or two. Low levels preferred of course... But be careful!)

[JonnyJerny]

*Knock knock!*

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*Knock knock!*

...
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"Ey! I know shumwunsh there, alright?! Open up!"

*KNOCK KNOCK!
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....

The door was sprung open by a tall man with tired eyes, rubbing them rigorously, eyeing the knocker of his door with scornful eyes, a bitter twinkle in his groggy orbs.

"...Do you realize what time it is, lass?!...And gods, what is that disgusting SMELL?!"

The woman hiccups, and chuckles throatily, holding up a sign, nothing more than a simple, crinkled piece of paper that says, in terrible handwriting :

"Broke. WIll work for food. Anything you got, throw at me."

...The man squints as he struggles to read the sign, then looks up at the woman holding the sign.

The woman's cheeks were red, she was constantly giggling, a cigar was twiddling and hanging from her mouth. She frequently hiccups, swaying left and right waiting for the man to respondn. The woman's yellow eyes lit up, her reddish-brown hair disordered and messy, clearly hasn't been taken care of in weeks. It flows down to her shoulders, not like it matters, as it looks like a dead, orange rat had laid rest on the top of her head. She reeked of cheap ale and tobacco smoke.

She hiccuped, and hiccuped, and burped, and giggled, and blew a puff of smoke at the man who answered the door.

The man grimaced, and snarled at the drunk woman.

"Damned freeloaders, what has Silverymoon become?! Out, out, OUT!" He slams the door shut, scoffing.

As for the woman? Well, she laughed, and lugged herself, and her belongings, to the house next door, stumbling and swaying on her way.

*KNOCK KNOCK!*

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*KNOCK KNOCK!*

((tl;dr version : Pathetic attempt to advertise myself to find play time in The Silver Marches. Please mom I'll be good))

[dergon darkhelm]

In Silverymoon recently a halfling has been making quiet queeries of adventures and others with local knowledge regarding a means of finding passage into the underdark. He presents himself generally late at night as the tavern crowds wane.

The small halfling is dressed wholly in supple black leathers and, when viewed from the right angle, seems perhaps to have subtle swirls of shadow emanating from him, giving him a queer appearance.

[kid]

Hung on a post outside Rauvinwatch keep:

*Date*
"Those who have wished to join their blades in the honorable service of the Argent Legion in defense of the land and its people must position themselves come dawn a tenday from now, on the shores of Meteor Lake"

Under those words is a list of dozen names or so.

Beneath the list another line is written.
"Those who have not yet named themselves and wish to do so and offer their lives in service of the legion must do so within the coming tenday."

[kid]

A few onlookers followed curiously as Knight Commander herself led a bound man, large and bloody to the jail at High Hold, accompanied with a rag tag band of scouts and adventurers.
Whispers say the man is a known bandit responsible for many deaths.

On other news, a wounded party of legion men returned to Rivermoot after being lost in the moors.
Out of the twelve that left only 5 return.
Word says the legion scouts ran into to a large band of trolls, that tore them apart and so they had to flee. A few of the legion scouts murmur about a disgustingly large Troll. As they fled they could hear him shout after them in the common tongue something along the lines of
"never step in MoorKing land"