Rumors of the Northern Sword Coast

[Leramak]

Over the last ten days anyone entering Soubar could hear
the constant buzzing and humming, with the occasional crackle like that of lightning coming from the fort of the ebon blades. Looking towards the fort itself one could see flashes of red, blue and purple through the window at the top of the tower. Occasionally a figure would walk by the window.
Slowly overtime a aura of malice and dread would set in and begin seeping into the vary land. Rumors have it that whatever was happening was in preparation to combat the devils in the north.

[Wade]

This night, in the middle of Soubar, a fierce clash broke out between a powerful armored drow mage, hooded ranger and a one eyed tiefling with a spiked warmace. Rumors say that in the end the drow was defeated, but her further fate remains unknown.

[Balthomer]

Ilveth and Natariel were guarding the shrine of Eldath, then 3 dwarves approaches, Higan, Gorki and Faustos, Higan being the newest ranger of the Elder Circle.

The dwarves and the elves started having some friendly conversation, Natariel left to reverie in the Grove and Ilveth kept talking to the dwarves, they spoke of Eldath and they too agreed that Eldath is a respectable Goddess.

One of the guardians of the shrine, Sylvia, approached the dwarves too, and talked to them about Eldath, they spent most of the afternoon talking about Eldath. Then Sylvia and two of the dwarves had to leave to rest, and Higan and Ilveth stayed at the Shrine.

Admorin, another guardian of the Shrine approached Ilveth and Higan, the three of them ccontinued discussing the nature of things, Adomrin grew tired of discussing nature and convinced Ilveth to experience nature, they both turned into dragons and went to hunt the evil gnolls of the woods, Higan had to leave as he had been fighting the gnolls all day.

Like two draconic lighting bolts, Admorin and Ilveth attacked the main fortress of the gnolls, where the demonic shaman tried to defeat them but was defeated swiftly.

After this, Admorin and Ilveth returned to the shrine...they agreed that the best course of action was to plant trees, a circle of trees, and so they did.

[Mallore]

in Soubar

-over the last few days a woman in a red riding hood has taken to poking about near the construction of the stone wall in Soubar. She ask simple questions to workmen and and dabs about though careful to avoid interference. If approached by authority she simply moves on stating that anyone whom truly wishes to find her knew how.

Often she perferd to watch at a distance... for what detail she has chosen to keep close to herself.

[Leramak]

in Soubar

-over the last few days a woman in a red riding hood has taken to poking about near the construction of the stone wall in Soubar. She ask simple questions to workmen and and dabs about though careful to avoid interference. If approached by authority she simply moves on stating that anyone whom truly wishes to find her knew how.

Often she perferd to watch at a distance... for what detail she has chosen to keep close to herself.

As she The woman would watch from a distance, Morgan would approach her from behind making her presence fully aware.
"Taking an interest in the progression?" Curiosity evident on her lips. Morgan would delve into her Satchel and grab two apples, She would polish off both of them before looking towards the lady in red once again.
"Here.. Catch" She would say before tossing one of the apples in her general direction. Morgan would then lean back on a nearby post and bite into the apple and watch the Workers as they Continued Construction on the walls.

A Few Paces behind Morgan one would see a Figure wearing Black full Plate with the insignia of a Black rose on it and wielding a Great Sword standing at attention. It radiated an aura of malice and dread. From its Helm one can only see two glowing green eyes peering out at all who enter its gaze. The Figure seemed well warded and
bolstered by an aura of necrotic energy. It stood Cold and unmoved as if waiting for something.

[Wade]

Exactly a day after the recent wanted leaflets filled the streets, notorious tiefling fighter called Jalib presented himself to general Scar at the Winding Water fort.

The conversation was brief and soon the tiefling left in peace. Those who saw him later on the road can attest he was very frustrated at something, almost enraged.

[Arn]

A monk of the Old Order named Mi-Le has been spending the last couple nights in Soubar, after the recent Zhentarim visit to the town.

[Leramak]

Two Figures wearing Black full Plate with the insignia of a Black rose on it and wielding Great Swords could be seen on constant patrol of the walls and ramparts in soubar. They radiate an aura of malice and dread. From their Helms one could only see two glowing green eyes peering out at all who enter their gazes. The Figures seemed well warded and
bolstered by some sort of Aura.

[Glowfire]

Kazimir Resnik, commonly known as the healer of Soubar, makes it known around the settlement that the monk Mi-Le and Daishi Tora will be helping out at the healing tent, with the latter being a student of the former - both following something called 'The Way'. Kazimir can be seen to be perhaps unusually respectful towards Mi-Le, addressing him with the honorific of 'Teacher'. The helpers at the tent don't charge for their healing, which the priest doesn't seem to mind (perhaps relying on others to still seek out divine healing). Mi-Le would easily be known to be better at stitching wounds than Kazimir.

Over a period of several days, the priest can be seen conversing with several varying individuals. A frank exchange of words with Morgan Blackrose left the priest displeased towards the necromancer but not hostile.

One of the Zhentilar soldiers now stationed in Soubar found himself distracted by a loosely clad woman passing through - and reprimanded for it. Much to the priest's amusement.

[Arn]

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Kazimir Resnik, commonly known as the healer of Soubar, makes it known around the settlement that the monk Mi-Le and Daishi Tora will be helping out at the healing tent, with the latter being a student of the former - both following something called 'The Way'. Kazimir can be seen to be perhaps unusually respectful towards Mi-Le, addressing him with the honorific of 'Teacher'. The helpers at the tent don't charge for their healing, which the priest doesn't seem to mind (perhaps relying on others to still seek out divine healing). Mi-Le would easily be known to be better at stitching wounds than Kazimir.

Mi-Le can be seen standing quietly by Kazimir's tent, often with a gentle smile on his face. He attends to any who seek medical treatment.

In his spare time, he might be seen meditating in the tent or tidying up. He sometimes writes in a book.

[ice_cold535]

This stationed around the growing common 'Front Line Fist compound at the Winding Waters may have noticed an elf clad in dark leather armour and a deep hood stumble into the camp.

Those who would look closer would see the elf covered in lacerations, his armour torn in places.

Those who would have had an extraordinarily good eye would notice a black ichor covering his boots and dripping from an arrow clenched tightly in his hand.

The elf approached the Flaming Fist officer and spoke in low words for a short while before stumbling back to a post. Leaning heavily, he would draw out some writing equipment from a pouch at his side and settle back to start writing.

[DM Arrakeen]

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Kazimir Resnik, commonly known as the healer of Soubar, makes it known around the settlement that the monk Mi-Le and Daishi Tora will be helping out at the healing tent, with the latter being a student of the former - both following something called 'The Way'. Kazimir can be seen to be perhaps unusually respectful towards Mi-Le, addressing him with the honorific of 'Teacher'. The helpers at the tent don't charge for their healing, which the priest doesn't seem to mind (perhaps relying on others to still seek out divine healing). Mi-Le would easily be known to be better at stitching wounds than Kazimir.

Mi-Le can be seen standing quietly by Kazimir's tent, often with a gentle smile on his face. He attends to any who seek medical treatment.

In his spare time, he might be seen meditating in the tent or tidying up. He sometimes writes in a book.

The initial reception of the monks has been mixed at best. Kazimir and the new additions could notice that the number of visitors from the monster races dropped to zero. Some of the most villainous locals have been maintaining their distance as well, keeping a closer than usual look at the exotic visitors. On the other hand, merchants, and various humanoid regulars have not changed their newly developed habits much, some of them have taken the time to introduce themselves to Mi-Le and Daishi Tora.

[Arn]

The initial reception of the monks has been mixed at best. Kazimir and the new additions could notice that the number of visitors from the monster races dropped to zero. Some of the most villainous locals have been maintaining their distance as well, keeping a closer than usual look at the exotic visitors. On the other hand, merchants, and various humanoid regulars have not changed their newly developed habits much, some of them have taken the time to introduce themselves to Mi-Le and Daishi Tora.

Mi-Le shows no disdain or aversion for the monster races and villainous locals who now avoid the tent. The monk doesn't try to push anyone to use his services, either. He simply smiles at any suspicious locals he notices watching him. He also says hello to any who may pass by the tent. All in all, he speaks and acts in an unassuming, friendly, and quiet manner. He generally does not speak unless spoken to.

To those who introduce themselves to him, Mi-Le smiles warmly and introduces himself as "Mi-Le, a monk of the Old Order." Unless directly asked about the Old Order or the Way, the monk would not elaborate on either topic.

Those who do utilize Mi-Le's services might find that the monk has some experience in treating injuries. Although Mi-Le does not call upon divine aid to heal his patients, his knowledge of medicinal herbs, bodily injuries, and illnesses suggests that the monk has tended to more than a few people in his life.

((The following screenshot shows Mi-Le's ranks in Diplomacy and Heal. Please feel free to use or ignore the roll results, or make rolls of your own; I'm fine with any approach.))

[TheKai]

Over the past tenday, a stout could be seen roaming the length and width of the Trollclaw Mountains. Armed with a morningstar and shield, he conducts countless patrols through the area, clearing any gathering of troll and troll-kin. Curiously, he also stops to inspect the local trees and plants, gather herbs and every now again, would be planting seeds along the paths and in the more wild areas. As he wanders, the wildlife seem drawn to him and would trail him along his journey. He continues this day in and day out, seeming as though he had a connection to the land itself. Most curious for a dwarf.

[YourMoveHolyMan]

Selune wanes, though still swelled to three quarters over the night sky of Thundar's Ride. A region known for its bugbear bandits and other beasts that harass or harm the unwary upon the northern stretch of Tradeway leading from the Gate.

This night, however, other mischief was afoot.

There was a woman, in light blue clothes which whipped in the night breeze, running full tilt through the crests of hills and grassy fields, yelling curses, obscenities, and taunts to the low-men that would terrorize the road. If words weren't enough thrown rocks and other distractions might be and as soon as a foe's attention was caught she was in full flight once more, running toward the highest hill in the region.

Only when her pursuers drew close enough would her intent be made clear - as the keening whistle of arrows filled the air and brought low anything that was foolish enough to chase this 'rabbit' of a woman.

Ebon Blade Mercenaries patrolled that night, and while they kept up their 'bait and trap' for a time, they also actively patrolled the roadway, putting down aggressors and keeping the way clear for several candlemarks.