Word travels from the east that the man called Eliphas Valkarian, a Dread Lord of the Zhentarim, has vanished. All that was found at his last known whereabouts outside of Zhentil Keep was a fragmented, smoking gauntlet.
After several days effort, the Black Network is said to have called off a search for his whereabouts. He is presumed dead.
A strange machine was recently brought into Soubar via caravan; it is whispered that it was used to burrow into the earth, directed by some mad gnome calling himself a dungeoneer. The earth around the city trembled as they ventured down, and sounds of battle were heard over the next hour, followed by disturbing screams.
Later the same day, a mutilated corpse, which a few claimed to recognize as one of the adventurers who had accompanied the gnome into the hole, was seen tied to a tree outside of town. Whispers of dark things lurking beneath Soubar, and darker things still working to draw them to the surface, circulate wildly around the rowdy settlement - much to the discontent of some of its 'residents.'
A great white dragon circled the Keep of the Order of the Silver Rose for several minutes earlier this day. Not finding what it was seeking, it flew north, then headed west to Ulgoth's Beard. There it landed on the cliffs overlooking the village, causing terror in the hearts of the villagers. Soon after, several adventurers gathered around it, seemingly to converse with it.
Suddenly it leaped off the cliff, flying out to the sea where it froze two fishermen in their boat and a large portion of sea around the boat. The dragon landed on the ice berg it had created and consumed the two fishermen before bouncing off and flying south.
A heavy winter storm descends into the city, blowing in from the water into the docks and out to cover the entirety of Baldur's Gate. The rain is cold and fierce pummels the Gate, sending many of the citizens to find shelter inside. The homeless flock to the Temple of Ilmater or into the sewers to escape the chilling bite. Many of the rats perish or are forced away from the population to escape the storm. Mindful citizens remember and whisper of the drumming of a certain man through the Gate and his proclamations regarding Umberlee.
Yet is this a blessing or the wrath of the Sea Queen...
Former Campaign Coordinator for 1351 (2015) and 1352 (2016)
After a brawl outside the gates of the Friendly Arm Inn, it is put forth by the guards that Bentley has banned the following people from before his inn for twenty-four hours.
Arkaine Halforken
Ferragus Manus
Xavier
A masked man ((OOC: Zeno Zealot in his customary disguise))
All of them will be met with a hail of arrows if they stand near the gate, or try and enter, for the next twenty four hours.
Bentley also puts out a reminder that all are welcome in his inn, no matter what flag they march under, provided they do not bring trouble. It is for him to decide whose banned. And he is happy to ban someone who starts fights, whoever they are.
((Note: Permastrikes if I receive a screenshot showing this being breached))
After yet another brawl outside the gates of the Friendly Arm Inn, it is put forth by the guards of the Inn yet again that Bentley has banned the following people ((their physical description unmasked)) from before or inside his inn for five days time ((ending on Friday, February 27)).
The guard banning the four notifies them that if they attempt to come close to the inn that they may be shot by battlement crossbow on site. The guard then curses all so called adventurers that barbarically fight outside of Bentley's Inn keep, scaring away the Inn's business, before walking back inside the walls of the Inn.
((Note: Risk of a permastrike if the DM team receives a screenshot showing these bans being breached.))[/quote]
Rumors spread of a brutal murder that took place inside the Friendly Arm Inn. Lord Ornsbrook and his wife, along with a few bodyguards were found butchered in their room. Some say there was a mask found out the scene. One thing is certain, however: Bentley is not happy about this.
Right next to the shrine of Eldath, a large, smoking patch of burned earth can be found for anyone who goes there. At the centre of the scorched earth, the soil has molten and reformed into brittle, porous rock. It seems someone has dug a trench around the perimeter, perhaps in order to halt the fire that caused it. The fire never reached the actual shrine, however.
DM Ghost wrote:A great white dragon circled the Keep of the Order of the Silver Rose for several minutes earlier this day. Not finding what it was seeking, it flew north, then headed west to Ulgoth's Beard. There it landed on the cliffs overlooking the village, causing terror in the hearts of the villagers. Soon after, several adventurers gathered around it, seemingly to converse with it.
Suddenly it leaped off the cliff, flying out to the sea where it froze two fishermen in their boat and a large portion of sea around the boat. The dragon landed on the ice berg it had created and consumed the two fishermen before bouncing off and flying south.
The dragon returned this day and did the same, except this time, it roared angrily before taking off from the cliff and eating three fishermen this time.
There is talk about encounters with monsters all along the coastline, that have been far from traditional. These encounters are claimed to be without bloodshed, but that is just rumours. Rumours that are up against Ogres obsessed with clothes and Trolls married to half-elves.
A blond woman has been seen around Beregost, followed by a sudden outbreak of zombies. Word has reached the Temple of Lathander that she was last seen raising the dead near the village of the xvarts.
Moments after the moon peaked in the sky, a house formed next to the road north of the Friendly Arm Inn. A woman wearing all black invited passersby in for a dinner party, many of which declined. A few accepted the invitation, the woman disappeared in the surrounding fog, and a dark cloud engulfed the guests. When all was quiet once more, those that accepted the invitation were gone. Hours later, the house vanished as suddenly as it had appeared.
A new brew hit the market of the Sword Coast in a big way. Several bottles was distributed to select taverns along the trade way, all bearing the label, 'Zanzarius' Best'. Incidentally, the brew tasted like cold broth gone bad, and so was almost all thrown away to make the out houses even less pleasant than they already were.
Still, a few bottles remain for collectors and those of very bad taste.