Rumors & Events of Baldur's Gate

[Mercator]

In the final days of Ippensheir, the local mage Cosimo Delucca visits the Temple of Gond and the Hall of Wonders, asking the clergy about whether any gem-cutters were known to the temple during the festival. He speaks of wanting to make a mirrored copy of a rogue stone.

The mage is very polite, perhaps conscious of the tension between the faiths of Mystra and Gond.

[SoThereIWas]

10 Mirthul, 1354,
Passing through the tradeway north of the arms inn, a large northman passed what seemed to be the aftermath to what may have possibly once been a caravan. He proceeds to the south on his route muttering ".... they need to hire some better guards"

[Miasmata]

A pair of missives are written in a masculine hand upon fine parchment, blotted carefully, and sealed in golden wax with a sigil indicating Lord Eldarian Al'maire as the sender. Via courier sent out from the Radiant Heart Chapterhouse, the missives are brought into the city of Baldur's Gate, carried with some degree of ceremony to their respective destinations - one being the Blade and Stars inn within the Eastern District and one being the Helm and Cloak inn within the Palace district. Gilded ribbons flutter and catch in the sunlight as each letter is handed over to the proprieters of each establishment to bear onward to their intended recipients with a murmured word and a crisp salute on the part of the messenger.

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[Tsidkenu]

A finely written and delectably scandalous parchment was placed carefully by an unseen hand upon the noticeboard of Baldur's Gate in the late hours of the night, directly on top of that pinned there some days prior by another individual, presuming it was still there. The invisible footsteps then slunk away towards the nearby Thayan Enclave shortly afterwards.

[parchment]

Esteemed Archmage
Yolo Wyrmsbane

If you truly wish to exalt your righteousness above that of the Red Wizards and condemn their associations with the drow in your most recent book, it would do you well to explain to the 'Baldurian Ministry of Tourism' where you were on the 13th day of Flamerule in the Year of the Arch, 1353, before I have to.

I hear the purple mushrooms are the tastiest.

Yours deliciously,
Lady Scarlett

[/parchment]

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Posters appear on the noticeboard of Baldur's Gate and in the city's taverns.

[parchment]

On 9th Mirtul 1354, the

Shelf of Many Books

will be attended by the noted Archmage

Yolo Wyrmsbane.

Archmage Wymrsbane will be launching his new guidebook on Baldurian Customs with a

Book signing

at the eighth hour.

Free copies to all who attend!

[/parchment]

[Mercator]

A local mage known as Cosimo Delucca, lately often seen wearing a turban for some reason, approaches the noticeboard and regards the message there for Yolowyrmsbane. He blinks at first. Then smirks. Although its something of a fixed, soulless smirk.

Then he removes his notebook, copying down the text, apparently.

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A finely written and delectably scandalous parchment was placed carefully by an unseen hand upon the noticeboard of Baldur's Gate in the late hours of the night, directly on top of that pinned there some days prior by another individual, presuming it was still there. The invisible footsteps then slunk away towards the nearby Thayan Enclave shortly afterwards.

[parchment]

Esteemed Archmage
Yolo Wyrmsbane

If you truly wish to exalt your righteousness above that of the Red Wizards and condemn their associations with the drow in your most recent book, it would do you well to explain to the 'Baldurian Ministry of Tourism' where you were on the 13th day of Flamerule in the Year of the Arch, 1353, before I have to.

I hear the purple mushrooms are the tastiest.

Yours deliciously,
Lady Scarlett

[/parchment]

[Mercator]

The mage, Cosimo Delucca, returns to the noticeboard, pinning a response to Scarlett's note beneath it.

[parchment]My dear lady Scarlett,

I have given the Flaming Fist the nub of it during their questioning of me over the villain Tamzim Remina, but I do think it is a good idea that I tell the whole city after your kind announcement.

On the 13th Day of Flamerule in the Year of the Arch, 1353, I travelled from Baldur's Gate to a subterranean city known as Rockrun, inhabited by a moody breed of gnomes. From there I teleported to just outside of the drow city of Sshamath, and the Bregan D'aerthe compound there.

My purpose was, as I hope you know (but perhaps you do not?), a rescue mission. A misguided lady for whom I felt some responsibility, despite her mistakes, had found herself a captive of the foul drow of Bregan D'aerthe. Most notably that auric fiend, Conjurer Imyvor Vesche, commanding officer of Tamzim Remina and formerly of Jane Price, on whose larcenous account my misguided friend was even known to Bregan.

I endeavoured to trick the vile Vesche into releasing the lady. This failed, and so I endeavoured to purchase her safe release. Alas, the price was for me to commit an unconscionable, torturous act. I refused. She was therefore released mutilated and myself under the burden of many threats. And, of course, under that of my abject failure, despite my archmagery. It is not one of my happiest moments.

As you can no doubt tell from my public-spirited guidebook, written as it is for the benefit of the relations between the Enclave and the people of Baldur's Gate at large, I am strongly committed to the success of Thayan trade in the city. That is why, when I saw a bald headed merchantess trading magical goods from a Thayan market stall in Sshamath, just between the torture racks and the slave market (hardly unknown to wearers of the Red, of course!), I was most worried for our crimson visitors.

I know better than many that confronting the drow even as foes is a dangerous and perfidious enterprise, as my experiences will make clear. How much more danger do the Red Wizards face with their amicable contact of trade? It is out of the spirit of friendship I advice the Enclave to cut off Thay's ongoing, peaceful contact with the hideous drow of the underdark. In my experience the best discourse opens with a Hellball.

Perhaps when I refused your kiss you felt you could no longer approach me in person, and that is why you write to me at a distance, publicly? Well then, find here the denied osculations.

X X X X

Perhaps next time we can meet privately, where I will ensure you a warm welcome.

Archmage Yolo Wyrmsbane

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A finely written and delectably scandalous parchment was placed carefully by an unseen hand upon the noticeboard of Baldur's Gate in the late hours of the night, directly on top of that pinned there some days prior by another individual, presuming it was still there. The invisible footsteps then slunk away towards the nearby Thayan Enclave shortly afterwards.

[parchment]

Esteemed Archmage
Yolo Wyrmsbane

If you truly wish to exalt your righteousness above that of the Red Wizards and condemn their associations with the drow in your most recent book, it would do you well to explain to the 'Baldurian Ministry of Tourism' where you were on the 13th day of Flamerule in the Year of the Arch, 1353, before I have to.

I hear the purple mushrooms are the tastiest.

Yours deliciously,
Lady Scarlett

[/parchment]

[samb123]

A further reply is tacked onto Cosimo's reply.
[parchment]Archmage Yolo Wyrmsbane,

I must ask, as one who directly suffered and saw others suffer, in a a Thayan noble house, why would ye continence 'success of Thayan trade in the city'? Truly, Baldur's Gate would survive, and find other means of acquiring magical goods, without such an association as that with the Thayan Enclave? It seems quite dangerous to cause benefit to the Thayans, in particular the Red Wizards, in this case. Thy guidebook does nay quite address this, to my satisfaction.

Sincerely,
Malign Ashmeddai[/parchment]

[Miasmata]

A Balduran Lord in shining, holy armor clanks through the cobbled avenues of the Palace District with a straight-backed stride. A small, folded message appears to be clasped firmly in his own gloved grasp, its golden seal glimmering in the light of the midday sun upon parchment of high quality.

His path takes him toward a grand estate. He announces his presence and personally delivers a message for the particular inhabitant of the house to the footman who answers. A smile full of straight, white teeth accompanies this, as well as a murmured word of thanks before he pivots on his heel and goes away again, his golden cloak fluttering behind.

[Fury_US]

A small note is tacked onto Malign's note, addressed to him personally-

[parchment]Mr. Ashmedai,

If you travel into the Palace District, there you will find the Shelf of Many Books, just behind the Helm and Cloak Inn. They should be in possession of a Dictionary of the Common Language. I suggest you ask for it, then look up the word "Satire".

W.[/parchment]

[samb123]

A small note is tacked onto Malign's note, addressed to him personally-

[parchment]Mr. Ashmedai,

If you travel into the Palace District, there you will find the Shelf of Many Books, just behind the Helm and Cloak Inn. They should be in possession of a Dictionary of the Common Language. I suggest you ask for it, then look up the word "Satire".

W.[/parchment]

[parchment]W.,

I suggest ye mind thine business next time. This 'Archmage' is a fool, satire or nay. I suspect we both know it, what's worse.

Either he is a horrible at spinning tall tales, or he is a friend of the Drow. Both can dangerous...
But surely, you didn't need me to tell you that, did you, W.? Unless, of course, ye see nay harm in association with the Drow? Nay, I trust ye see the harm.

P.S.: While we're looking up words, do look up "dubious". It's for the benefit of us both, I assure ye.[/parchment]
This one isn't signed, but the handwriting is obviously that of Malign Ashmeddai.

[Slunko]

A middle-aged paladin of Torm is found dead within the Baldur's Gate Docks ward.
He is hung from a loading crane, his armor and holy insignias desecrated and a large symbol of Bhaal carved into his chest.
As he is lowered it seems that his spirit refused resurrection.

[taintedseraphim]

A group of individuals enter the walls of the Flaming Fist headquarters late this night, one carrying the body of the individual known as Tamzim Remina. For those with sharp eyes, it would be clear he'd been hit frequently by lightning, and was bound with stockings before being transported and handed over to the Fists.

[Mercator]

Passers by might hear a wail echoing from within a ground floor flat behind the Thayan Enclave, followed by a loud bang. Some time later a turbaned mage emerges to greet a pair of red clad guests.

Later, the turbaned man, Cosimo Delucca, is seen hurrying to the Flaming Fist Headquarters. His expression is absent his usual cheerfulness, indeed the looks he gives those who hinder his path are scathing.

He presents himself willingly to the Flaming Fist to make a report.

[Wildsheep]

After spending a few days in Baldur's Gate awaiting for the Flaming Fist's decision regarding the fate of the wanted man Tamzim, the elven woman dressed in hides could be seen departing south towards Amn, not to be seen in Ducal lands for a few days.
People would have heard her say that she was heading out and was only returning when she found the person she is looking for.

[Shadow]

Rise to Power



Whispers among the street urchins tell of a new power broker among the criminal elements within the city. Both fear and awe can be heard in the rumors but the general feeling is that that those who work in the shadows were preparing something big.......As a result more and more small notes tucked in dirty corners and dark parts of the taverns are left everywhere each reads the same and a symbol of the god Mask is stamped on each one....

[parchment]WE ARE WATCHING!
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