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Olin Gisir, Part 2: Council

Meetings take place in secret.

Participants.
Kindred

Rewards/penalties
>1000 xp

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Oog Cack Mepoots, Part 19

injured and dead guards were taken to the Nashkel barracks infirmary with wounds from giants. A madman was taken to the Temple of Helm by helmite guards - or at least his corpse was, after he supposedly snapped his own neck.

Meanwhile, Nobles were entertained by a lovely woman in blue, no expense was spared on the merriment.

The following morning the tavern keep had a severe mess to clean up... fearing a dip in his establishments reputation... he kept this one quiet.


Participants
Valiant Blincraft
Anabelle
Majori
Shirtza
Terra
and others.

Rewards/penalties
~1000xp
loot.

Meanwhile, stalking the surrounding lands...

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GANGS OF BALDUR'S GATE

Shadows lurched across the docks district, armed with chains, knives, spells, and ill intent as they moved on their rivals.

A contingent of flaming fist troops in full riot gear fell upon them right as the two groups prepared to come to blows. Fist Bruisers with large clubs and heavy doses of excessive force subdued the two factions, Dragging them off the streets and and to the Fist dungeon.

As dawn rose, heralds were already spinning tales of the hard handed measure the Flaming Fist have been employing to clean up the streets of Baldurs Gate. Moral in the city is high, and the duke's get the first good press they have in a while.

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Ippensheir

Banners are strung, casks of ale and mead are stacked high, flagons are filled, mirth is shared. It is the Ippensheir, festival of Gond where the faithful celebrate the boons of the Wonderbringer.

Several Gondar arrive in Baldur's Gate to peruse the wonders of the Temple Museum. Flagons are filled, and special blessings are prepared for the faithful.

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Sammardach

Merchants and nobles gather in the Eastern Farmlands. They celebrate the Sammardach, commemorating a wealthy merchant who purchased a city and donated it to the church of Waukeen. Rumor is one of the Duke's was expected to make an appearance.

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Rites of Candle

In the dark secluded places in the realm.

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The Maiming of Tyr

Rites take place outside the temple of Tyr. In a selfless gesture, former Flaming Fist soldier Thedran Rock donated his sword, to be kept within the temple of Tyr until such a time that the orphan he brought to the ceremony can claim it.

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Oog Cack Mepoots, Part 20

A prisoner and his captor travel south to Nashkel. On the road south of Beregost, usually safe for those who keep clear of the wyvern inhabited canyons in the east, they are assaulted by short demonic figures who attack in number and with the element of surprise. The captor is overtaken, and all goes dark for both of them.

The pair awaken to vile and obscure chanting, the inside of their skulls pounding with pain. Fear threatens to overtake them as they begin to observe their surroundings. They both find themselves within an arcane circle written in strange characters scrawled in blood upon the dry cracked earth. The smell of brimstone fills their nostrils, and as they gaze around they see large ape-like creatures chanting in a strange tongue, a beautiful woman with bat-like wings. savage roars are heard in the distance.

The two quickly notice they are themselves splattered in blood, much of it likely not their own, and a corpse lay between them, ritually sacrificed with a spear impaled through its heart. They find themselves in a similar position as the corpse, and fear what may come.

Before they can gather their bearings, the ritual is attacked by a lone scout, launching arcane bolts at the lumbering hulks from a nearby ridge. The captor, an adept spellcaster, quickly begins launching invocations at the creatures, protecting the assailant on the ridge from assault by great flaming beasts, as the lumbering hulks leap great distances to attack him. The captive, no longer bound but with only his fists to defend himself, launches himself at the creatures in vain.

Both are captives now, and both fall in the onslaught.

The captor awakes among her allies, still focused on her now lost captive despite the harrowing ordeal. The captive awakes among the carnage, clinging to life. He grabs the spear from the poor departed soul laying beside him, and proceeds to crawl through the valley, desperately clinging to life and seeking safety.

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Adventurers tell harrowing tales of terrible creatures assaulting travelers along the road from Beregost to Nashkel. They tell tales of wretched demonic humanoids and great lumbering hulks who leap great distances and vanish with their victims. They speak of great predatory cats the size of horses bathed in flame and attacking with unparalleled speed and savagery. They say that if felled, the creatures are consumed in flame and their ashes scattered by fell winds. They speak of dark demonic rituals in the canyons, sacrifices and blood magic.

The guards and clergy of Nashkel are quick to dispel such rumors as nonsense to the populous. The guard, fewer in number due to the redeployment of troops by Athkalta, do not send scouts. However, despite their denials of these fanciful tales, shifts are doubled along the northern border of the city, and guardsmen peer warily into the darkness at night, chilled by a fell wind.

Participants.

Members of The Trillium
Thedran Rock
Lillith Azrael
Vino
Valliant Blincraft
and others.

Rewards/penalties
400-1200 xp
a spear bathed in blood.

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Rumors in Nashkel Taverns

Rumors are overheard among locals in Nashkel taverns that a Helmite priest and one of his guards were murdered. As you attempt approach to you swear you overhear ... suddenly you notice a poignant decline in conversation in the tavern. The patrons are staring at you like some unwelcome interloper. Seems many receive a frosty reception in the inns and taverns of Nashkel of late.

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Zhentarim Spy

An accused Banite warlock and Zhentarim Spy was brought to the Flaming Fist Headquarters by brother Arkaine halfOrken of the Radiant Heart. While he was held in prison awaiting trial, word of a zhent spy's capture circulated through the city and surrounding lands.

He was tried under the auspices of Tyr in the Flaming Fist Headquarters. Accusations where made, the crowd was heated, threats were made, and decapitated hin heads bloodied the ground before the court...

While the details of the trial were not released, criers quickly spread word that the Zhent spy was found guilty and sentenced to death. He was promptly hanged from the gallows outside the Flaming Fist compound.

Participants.
20+ players

Rewards/Penalties
XP

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Oog Cack Mepoots, Part 22

A hin arrives at the temple of Helm in Nashkel carrying several mangled bodies. The guards quickly take the bodies to the priests and question the hin. Their eyes widen at the tale he has to tell. It appears they wish to detain him, but their accused looks quickly turn to looks of pity.

He and any other adventurers with fanciful tales of Demons and Fairies are sequestered in a back room at the temple until they calm down and recant their tales. Inside they share only the company of an old man, his arm twitching as he struggles to eat porridge with a wooden spoon, a contented and pacifying smile upon his face. He turns to look at you, for but a moment with calm eyes and steady hand. He asks, "what do you know about chaos and madness?" He slowly returns his gaze towards his porridge, and the tremors resume to torment him, continuously hindering his task.

The guards keep careful watch, and the priest occasionally arrives to provide blessings and assurances with a sad heart to ease their minds. Faint noises are heard within the temple for those who care to listen for them.

Meanwhile, far afield or perhaps only in the minds of the infirmed...

Participants:

over a dozen adventurers in different capacities and at different times.


Rewards/penalties

Xp and spoils of war.

Back in Nashkel, entertaining the wealthy and powerful of the city...

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Of Wisp and Shadow, Part 18.

A wispy black smoke is seen leaving the window of one of the rooms at the Friendly Arm Inn. It falls downward along the wall a few feet and dissipates, rather than floating up. Adventurers enter the inn to investigate, but smell nothing burning.


Participants.
Several Order of the Silver Rose
Alyssa
Hinzel
Orin
and one or two others.


Rewards/Penalties
800-1000xp

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Bandit hunters

Bandits struck again north of the FAI, raiding a small caravan and killing one of the men driving it. Members of the house of Vol and Trillium were seen investigating the scene, and then traveling into cloakwood.


Participants
members of Trillium and House of Vol


Rewards/Penalties
XP
spoils

.... Meanwhile... further north

... and far to the south