Rumors of the Northern Sword Coast

[Shamble]

Midsummer Threat.

A war gang consisting of drow and the notorious orc hunter was spotted on the outskirts. Several persons attempted to negotiate, trying to prevent the approaching carnage.





It was betrayal that deicded the fate of the encounter. It's rumored that the orc was paid an
enormous sum for turning his dreadful bow against his comrades.

Only one dark elf has escaped.

[xEmeraldx]

[yyj]

A humanoid horned figure walks along the Chionthar looking those calling her, it seems that, they were late.

[Shamble]

Peace Violation.

Two groups of travelers were conversing in the Reaching Woods glades, not far from the Eldathian sanctuary, when the woods' most dangerous predator has appeared. While one group was preaching for peace, another waged battle against the notorious orc.

The skirmish lasted for hours, it's rumored that the hunter has exhausted his opponents, making them blindly chase him through the dense murky woods — home for him, dark waters for them.





In menace, name of a famous Ilmatari was uttered when the hunter left the scene.

[xEmeraldx]

*A figure is curious....*

[Shamble]

A morbid sight could be seen on the road just North of Baldur's Gate. A reknown dwarven champion was left on a brink of death, his white clothes stuffed with poisoned arrows. On his wooden shield, words were carved in barbaric, caveman manner.

The words say:

"Well played, Ashenie."

[LivT]

Iolanna walks among the stones of Eldaths shrine, reconstructing the scenes there lately in her mind. She spoke with magic to the stones, feeling where blood or spit might have flown. With broken grass or shrubs.

A sigh escaped the High Druidess’ lips. She checks a parchment, a letter, as if comparing what she’d found to the words upon it.

With a quietly sung song, one with the cadency of a quiet lullaby, plants were encouraged to grow and repair now that the violence was done.

Her last action was in wiping away the moss that have began to grow over the doctrine inscribed upon the fountain, before settling down to quiet meditation to her Goddess.

[Shamble]

It was close.

Activity was boiling at the holy shrine of Eldath. Talk of the troublesome day, the orc hunter, made his appearance. While sides were negotiating in fragile peace, the survived dwarf has pushed it to war.




The Knights from Baldur's Gate have stricken when least expected, crossing the magical fists over the hunter's throat.
However, even this wasn't enough, and the Reaching Wood menace has escaped.

He is still on the loose.

[Shamble]

Two travelers, a ginger haired young knight and a valiant hin swordsman, departed on a gnoll hunt into the Reaching Woods.





They didn't return.

[yyj]

Two travelers, a ginger haired young knight and a valiant hin swordsman, departed on a gnoll hunt into the Reaching Woods.





They didn't return.

After great efforts and countless hours of search, the tiefling ranger seems to have lost the trail of the orc, the halfling and the knight. Her camp remained at the shrine of Eldath though from where she always parted searching in the woods for them.

Feeling very unlucky after her efforts were fruitless, she smiled and just returned to her camp to enjoy a meal of roasted wolf meat and then continued her normal patrols, not worrying much anymore about the lost travelers and moving on with her life.




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Though afterwards luck turned, and the lost man was found, but still, no sign of the halfling.

Many were called to aid Rolas, and Florena left knowing that her job was done by taking the man to the shrine of Eldath alongside the hunter Suul.

She did not want to get involved in the city folks business and their headhunt.

[Shamble]

Word about the young knight's disappearance traveled far to the South. It's rumored that the hunter has received explosion burns when the same method as always has been tried against him. And, as all times before, it ended the same. The group had to choose between the chase and rescuing the heavily injured healer.







By the morning, a gruesome sight was found in the Reaching Woods. The ginger man was crucified, a cold iron arrow was pinning a paper message to his bleeding chest:

"Surprise."

[Anrilor]

Word about the young knight's disappearance traveled far to the South. It's rumored that the hunter has received explosion burns when the same method as always has been tried against him. And, as all times before, it ended the same. The group had to choose between the chase and rescuing the heavily injured healer.







By the morning, a gruesome sight was found in the Reaching Woods. The ginger man was crucified, a cold iron arrow was pinning a paper message to his bleeding chest:

"Surprise."

The Healer would return, upon hearing the rumor, and assist with the near dozen others that arrived, taking over care once the Arch Druid stabilized him, she assisted and finished the work started at the Halls Infirmary.

[DaloLorn]

A young brass half-dragon would have been seen passing not far from Fort Prominence yesterday. This was her second appearance in the region in as many days, though she seemed far less prepared for battle this time. Regardless, she had certainly seen battle: Her claws were stained with blood, and the local wolves had no qualms about adding to the blood on her hands - both literally and figuratively.

On her previous trip, the brown-haired woman bore a gleaming suit of mithral armor, a greenish cloak with glistening metallic strands woven into it, and an ironwood shield, as well as a glowing blade composed of magical energy. This time, the blade was at her belt, and the armor was replaced with a red vest, white tunic, and brown pants.

On both days, the corpses of wolves could be seen in the areas on and off the road. Yesterday, they were slain by arrows, claws, magic, and savage, brutal bites to their throats. The day before, none of the wolves bore bite marks, and the claw marks had been replaced with wounds from the dragonblood's sword.

[Nyssis]

By the morning, a gruesome sight was found in the Reaching Woods.
...The ginger man was crucified, a cold iron arrow was pinning a paper message to his bleeding chest.

Many were called to aid Rolas, and Florena left knowing that her job was done by taking the man to the shrine of Eldath alongside the hunter Suul. She did not want to get involved in the city folks business and their headhunt...

...The Healer would return, upon hearing the rumor, and assist with the near dozen others that arrived, taking over care once the Arch Druid stabilized him, she assisted and finished the work started at the Halls Infirmary.

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Gloves wrought only in blood --- dyed by clothes to match and well-wearing history --- shoulder a burden unbecoming of a murderer tasked to murder less. Their owner lingers at the shrine, where tension reigns after hounding out those who had arrived before victims' second or third passing. And once the group departed, our incumbent king turned instead to regard the one washing her palms clean in the fountain of peace.

The whining breeze sought to stir indecision no easier than it rent the canopy, judging by the moving storm some leagues afar, but nary a gust claims where she has found her vigil closer to the earth. Rolas was tended to by needful hands more skilled than she could know, and it reassures. Far more than it reassures, it bears realization in full, colorless, and myriad cruelties as promises of aught to come.

Scratched upon parchment warded 'gainst the elements, a letter threaded through a bodkin arrowhead lodges itself to one tree favored in this forest with a resounding thunk! Once the tree that indifferently watched Galing hemorrhage and die, it has now become a portent of change.

[yyj]

05 Eleasis 1357





A tense conversation at the Reaching woods.

Florena, a tiefling ranger encountered a group of demons roaming the woods and battling the gnolls.

"Foul demons!"

Then a wizard changing his form from that of a demon into a human, his true form, giving reason of the demons.

"Don't worry they obey me."

The tiefling ranger didn't flinch and said: "Their presence here is forfeit, they corrupt and burn these woods, get out of here now or you will get to know me."

The mage taunted the tiefling but ultimately unsummoned them.

"May your children be born with horn and tail" said the tiefling to the demon summoner.

The mage seemed amused to receive such insult and said he would welcome such a thing.

"You do not understand this curse, nor the powers you are trying to harness."


Others joined the tiefling, a pair of elves and a masked ki master, and the mage teleported away.