Rumors of Roaringshore

[The Sea Devils]

Posters have been popping up around Roaringshore recently.

[The Sea Devils]

More posters appears amid talk. Rumours fly but only posters remain as proof. Someone is gathering together a crew.

[TheTwiste11491]

*In cities all along the coast crews of men can be seen placing these flyers*

[Storm Munin]

First Mate Grim of the Hellstorm have been noticed to heatedly ask the local fences for a vampiric longblade at several instances.

Of late he are also gossiped to drink less himself at the Broken Pit, while buying rounds to the patrons and telling tales of the trinkets he had taken from the dry deeps.

[The Scribes]

Leaving the Bart The Wagon-man's cart. The scribe walks towards the center of Roaringshores. In the center stood a tall Jolly Rodger almost the size of a full mast. The flag was the size of a sale and it flew majestically in the wind. Given the perfect chance, he would then; with hammer and nail; place the scroll right at head height. Moving back the scribe would marvel at the beauty of the flag, moving towards the docks; for his next stop was Baldur's Gate.



///The Tournament will be on the 25th of November at 2300 GMT (6pm Est) (3pm Pst)///

[The Whistler]

A hulking ruathymar berserker is seen pacing the pier, sneering a row of filed teeth to anyone who so much as dared to look at him the wrong way. The norseman's fearsome visage elicits looks of disgust and awe in equal measure from the port ruffians, but never of indifference. His was not a forgettable face and he knew it. In fact, he was counting on it. He was determined to set sail once the seas warmed... But first, he had to find a capable crew.

[Calodan]

All across the coast notices are put up by paid couriers from Darkhold to Amn the notices are nailed up to public boards and tavern walls.





////DMs I will pay coin for the couriers it is part of the RP for this and should be charged from my PC that he paid for the couriers. Those that follow Hoar or are just looking for a guild we will meet at the jump point to Thundar's ride just North of the Radiant Heart Chapter house. For newer people this is the church looking building in the Eastern Farmlands area. The meeting will be at 2000 GMT on Sunday January 15th so that everyone has time to plan for it and try and be there.

[BlackStork]

The door of the Broken Gobelet tavern entrance opened and two females entered the tavern and walked to take free table at the center of the main hall. At same moment eyes of almost everyone in the tavern darted towards theese two females, and stayed on them and their bodies for long time.

Both females had quite provocative looks and pulled attention from all the tavern in a first glimpse of second when they entered.
The first one worn aquamarine skin-tigh knit garment with open back, and mask made of corals and shells. She stepped with care, graciously weighting each step, and there was something mesmerizing in her movement.
The second one worn some kind of swimsuit with collar and fabric stripes, which formed improvisational dress.

Once they aproached the table at center of the taven main hall, the First one said to the Second one:

"Sit down, dear" - this sounded like order.

The Second female nodded and took her place, and then the First also took her sit, throwing one of her legs onto the table.
She moved with her feet fingers, like she was calling waitress to approach in order to give her drink order.
Then she made scanning look around her, to meet many pirates eyes, which were attached to the pair.

She smiled wickedly, and exclaimed loudly, and something magical, menacing altering, amplifying her voice:

"By the blessings of the Bitch Queen, we are glad to join you here, on the Roaringshore in fearful prayer to her whims. As the ignorance is prayer for her wrath, and as fear is prayer for salvation, we are bound to theese lands as enforcement and reinforcement that the things are done by her will.
With your fear and fervor blessing will amplify your power. I am Sarvi, Dire Flood Witch, previously of Moonshae Islands, now of Roaringshore and Swordcoast. Anyone who will cooperate with me will recieve two things - one is blessing of the Water Queen - safe passage and support in your deeds, other one is pretty one " - and she pointed towards the second female - " Llala will make your dreams come true. She will favor anyone faithful enough, man or woman, with pleasant things she can do plenty and anyone of you could only imagine. "
She turned towards Llala with questioning gaze, and Llala reacted - she smiled and then revealed her breasts, turning around to show them to anyone. Few seconds after the covered them back, and sat, calmly smiling and looking into Sarvi's eyes.

Sarvi added : "You would ask what special we need from you, my dear freemen and freewomen, in order to recieve the favors I just mentioned? We need any unworthy, ignorant to the Queen tied and brought to me. The rites to please Her will be done according to ancient Northmen traditions, which are most proper ways to express the loyality and fear to the Queen - human sacrifices. Drownings. Bring me that, and you got your prize" - she smiled wickedly, and then rapidly made hand movement, and after loud trembling sound, from the damp air, water elemental condensed. The elemental approached Llala and started to caress her hair gently.

Sarvi smiled with satisfaction and made gaze towards the shocked waitress, to hint her that she should start to serve her immidiately.

[The Whistler]

The barrel-chested ruathymar berserker who'd become a regular in Pike's establishment by now bellows forth a raucous laughter as Sarvi finishes her oration, wiping beer foam off his scruffy beard with the back of his massive hand.

"I will be your first victim, o sweet demoness of the dark deep. Please, drown me in Llala's plump bosoms !"

Karn quite evidently pleased with his wisecrack as his broad grin bespoke, whistled at the waitress, signaling that the ladies' round was on him.

[BlackStork]

With wicked laugh and enthusiasm Sarvi, without turning towards the berseker exclaimed :

"Thats an enthusiasm, I like it. You remind me of my kin, berserker. I am Northwoman. I know your nature. You will have her for any mad desires you and your wild body could imagine. For that, from you is to become Umberlee faithful and to bring me well-tied victims for my evening rituals. Your victims should be alive, of human nature, owerpowered by your might, and ignorant of the Mighty Queen. Anyone who is tied by yourself, and fitting to such description will be payed by my blessing in the name of The Bitch, and by Llala's bossoms."

She stops for a second and adds, explaiming slowly and playfully: " You can not immagine what Llala can do for you "

[BlackStork]

On barrels, walls of buildings and tents of Roaringshore someone tied nicely thin sailor ropes and light gray, inscripted with blue ink, sea stones attached:

"Praised by The Queen's Fury one who is reading this, and bear fear to her might.
If anyone is following faith to one of the Fury Gods: Umberlee, Talos, Malar or Auril and can prove his or her power, I and my Mistress, Northlander Umberlee Hierophant, will be pleased to meet You and to talk about things. I can't wait, wet with Queen's blessings.

The Charming One."

[Hidennka]

A bespeckled woman of firey hair and elongated ear is said to have set foot on Roaringshore soil once more; an image bearing resemblance to half-elf long rumored dead. Plausibility is further established with the visit to old haunts in search of familiar faces. Seawolf is the ship's name upon questioning lips, coated in sheen of several drinks.

Whispers speak, however, of the seafarer's less public inquiries into the 'Pink Scarves'; as per the details of a crumpled note. Intention remains obscure beyond request to speak with aptly named 'Pinky'.

[kkrazlite]

Rumor would soon come into play about a man dressed in all blue bearing an insignia of Auril making is way down the slopes of Roaringshore with 4 or 5 of his clergy behind his steps . . . Those who got a good look at the man would say that he wore a mask made of pure sapphire and onyx and on his sheath of his belt lied the fabled sword. . . The Holy Excalibur. . . Known to only be in the possession of the most revered of paladins. . . But judging from the man's presence many know he was far from a paladin himself. . .

The sounds of whispers can be heard as he makes his way to one of the docked ships along the harbor. . . One of his clergy seem to leave behind a note on a town notice board. . .

The Maiden of winter and her subordinates grant their greetings. . . The winds grow strong and the coming storms even stronger. . . There is a presence here. . . A storm that we of the Maiden have not yet been introduced properly too. . . We leave behind our blizzard here and hope that those of the eye of the Fury's mighty storm will unveil. . . If you are to be reading this letter it would be proper if your storm's would begin a proper communion. . . We shall be awaiting those who wish to speak with us within our temple atop the mountain of the Cloud Peaks. . .

Be mindful of the Giants. . .

~Lord Cold Circle~

[The Whistler]

The freshly sworn boatswain of the Hellstorm crew, a veritable bull of a man that went by the name of Karn, was seen rowing an oarboat loaded to the brim with Queen knows what to and fro the Seawolf over half a dozen times within a single day. Hired hands loaded cargo from the pier under the hulking berserker's piercing, one-eyed glare; fresh water purified by Umberlant clergy, hardtack and sweet rum, all paid for by the Ruathymar's latest haul from Durlag's Tower, were ferried to the Seawolf's deck and painstakingly stored away in the brigantine's deceptively spacious hull.

Anyone asking questions would get told to mind their own damned business by the barrel-chested norseman, but it was obvious that the pirate vessel was being primed to prowl the seas once more.

[BlackStork]

At the safe spot, high, on the rocks, few females stood and watched from above and afar how Karn's ship preparations going. The spot was chosen in particular way - to remain unseen to the shore, and to the people near the Karn's ship, and at same time to be on open with the Queens domain - open sea.

One of them, hierophant, wearing aquatic-green skintight knit garb casted her prayer towards the horison, where gray, stormy clouds met the dark line of the moving waters. She bowed towards the sea itself and with unnaturally reverberating voice exclaimed :

" ... Allow it by Your wild whim to cross Your domain in order to slaughter many, as he is one who pays his debt and knows your might, and prays in fear. He will crush skulls and spill blood into your realm, so Your sharks will feast... His ship wields Fury, and he is seeding it, as you wish! "

She finished and nodded, and then turned towards other females, who were accompanying her and said:

" Now, Llala will manage things while I am gone. I need to deliver the missive myself. Their appearance is very, very good sign for us. Our voices being heard. Our deeds are noticed. And that's makes my heart, and not only it wet.... Things start to be in the movement, as The Queens endless domain, and we are going as Two Furies - do compliment things, undo same things, seed the fear, and bend the wall-hugging world to their kneel.

I will depart soon. If I will fail to reach the Temple myself, I will send horde of water elementals to it. They will be good. They are already chilling, bearing touch of Frostmaiden in their bodies. I will channel force from a pond, and then cold temperature will only contribute to the surviliability of my couriers, and to safe delivery of the missive...
But, Still, I would like to do it myself. I will try to.

Llala, take someone and build supply line at the Yellow Shore - you know what I mean. There are abandoned buildings. Take some rapiers and thugs, wine and whatever you want, my dear. Pay to anyone with your body, and if that is not enough - use gold. But that is discouraged. You know the drill, move your ass, my dear..

We will need the line of communication open and safe..."