Rumors of Beregost

[selhan]

*A message was delivered to the owners of Williams Well.*

"Hello lovelies,
I do hope you both are in the best of health yes? Where was I.. Oh yes!
There is a very large black ooze of a creature deep within the Neshkel mines. Its very formidable and has the ability to cause a lot of confusion while disorienting the mind. It was fought to a degree but we had to fall back because we were trying to kill each other due to the oozes ability to confuse us as to whom was the enemy. Do inform travelers and adventurers that stop by alike to take great caution If they have the mind to venture down there. It was like seen just beyond the bridge where the devil lingers. "

[YourMoveHolyMan]

Worn out boots wind their way south, carrying the owner along the long road, (or sometimes off it, he was on his lonesome and keen to avoid the trouble the Tradeway contained more often then not of late).

Eventually he hops a section of fence at Beregost, winding his way along the streets until his feet carry him to the yet young signage of the watering hole, William's Well.

He ponders at the entryway for a time, standing there in the street as the wind tugs at him. Hatless hair blowing in the light breeze. He eventually turns up his collar and continues on south, not daring to break the threshold.

[artemitavik]

A letter is delivered to William's Well for Teris the Druid.

[Adni]

During a rain night a small gathering of people, which included the guard was seen by a normally quiet house in the town. Three figures, a human in armor, an elf with long blonde hair and a gnome with bright symbol on her cloak entered the house before later re-appearing. The human seemed to have sustained some injuries while inside. They briefly convert with a Tiefling before leaving.

[nale]

After she parted ways with the Helmites Captain Sinoc Haven and Commander Wai Li, Bonnie made her way to the inn at the center of Beregost. Once up in her room for the night she prepared a message to one of the people she hoped to convince for a physical mission to chase behind the legend of Torvil. There were still a lot of ifs though, and if it involved some of the people she had in mind, they’d have to walk on a fine line between confidence and cockiness.

In the eyes of Sinoc and Wai Li she had presented herself as an able skipper who had the right connections for a job which concerned “all” parties. Working together with Helmites and their stronger feeling for justice was like a knife that could cut both ways. Upon overhearing the legend of Torvil, Bonnie hoped to have hit the right string, namely Helmites’ true sentiment of the heart enlighted by reason, -and- making them feel they could determine the regulatory policy and enforce the law against said legendary crook.

She had underlined that she and her “men” were merely interested in facilitating the mission for the right compensation, and combining forces when things got hairy. Whether she had convinced the Helmites of said intentions was unknown. She expected the possibility where neither party trusted the other, but they all understood they needed each other if they ever wanted to get to the bottom of things.

To the bottom of things… Bonnie was unable to suppress a grin.

Should however the Helmites figure out more than what would be desirable, the knife could be pulled out and treasure another target. Hm… if she’d have to take that option into account, she’d better prepare some scapegoat to divert attention away. Just in case. Also, the long-term objective was something she hoped to secure. She assumed the Helmites would do exactly the same. Knights and paladins weren’t necessarily stupid either. But they could be useful, especially if they proved able to provide more information about Torvil.

One final thing. She’d have to convince someone that during this act she had to be the one wearing the hat.

Pfft… hat… they should see me in a crown…

[xEmeraldx]

*Rumors about a hefty reward for a missing item were written in a journal. A nobleman name Gerard Travenhurst may soon fume with anger upon learning of such journal missing along with some valuable gems as well. Gerard Travenhurst guards Carl and Jurgen would had heard strange sounds of shifting metal with unknown knowledge of the source of the sounds. Later in the early hours of the mornin, someone wearing the colors and mark of a Lathander knight would be in deep thoughts, questioning faith? or their decision? However a human pale skin man dressed in a business attire would be seen leaving Beregost in a hurry.*



*Elsewhere in a nearby dark alley within Beregost, a dark masked figure would musing over a newly acquired gem. For him, there was never something more pleasing then profitable work.*

[Riddance]

Defilement attempt on Shrine

By the evening of 19th Eleasis the group of adventurers was making it's way on the Trade Way from the Friendly Arms Inn to the Beregost. The patrol they were participating in was supposed to ensure that road was clear and at peace hence no ambushes of ogres, giants, cut-throats and other hostile creatures have been spotted this time.
However, it was just a calm before a storm.
Right before the shrine of Forest Lady a strange yet terrible scene was made. Three lit candles were standing on the ground, forming the triangle. In the center of it a little yet no less hideous pile of human like skulls. Shrine it was, offering or just a mockery, what's the matter thay it was, in fact, quikly removed by one part of the group, while other one checked if no harm was done to statue itself and third one was looking around in order to spot those, who could be either responsible for that either know who was.
In short time, after some qiestions asked to Red Wizard who was passing by, the track that could lead to culprit was found. Part of the inital group started to follow it, lead by green hooded and masked ranger, whose emerald-green eyes almost glimmered with ice-cold anger

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OOC note: when you wanted to go to the shrine and log off since it was almost 1 AM but reality said "lol, no" and now I'm waiting PMs from those who did this and DMs so we can figure out what to do with that next

[Eien]

The Masked Priest

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Rumours around the small town of Beregost speak of a newly arrived priest at the Song of the Morning. A weak and frail masked man, covered head to toe, causing curiosity into the locals.

Some claim to know what lies behind the mask, it is said that the priest had to remove his mask when he entered the town. The word monster appears in these rumours, whatever was behind the mask caused a reaction of shock and disgust. Everything else is vague, some talk of a disease, others of a curse, others say that the man was born deformed.

As a result of these rumors, the local pupulation seems to be wary and slightly defensive towards the new arrival.

[Deragnost]

*A song started to echo throughout the small town of Beregost: a well-known feathered hat would be spotted among the people, but she wasn't alone! A gorgeous woman with a long purple dress was playing and singing alongside her!*

In a realm where darkness veiled the light,
A tyrant's rule, a never-ending night,
He preyed upon the helpless, the weak, and the meek,
A shadowy Lord, his motives were bleak.

From the shadows he schemed, his power grew vast,
The people's suffering would not be his last,
But whispers of change began to swarm,
As a storm of rebellion started to form.

Oh, the tyrant's reign, it won't persist,
We'll unite as one, in justice we insist,
Breaking the chains of his vile endeavor,
In the end, he'll face justice forever.

In the depths of secrecy, his schemes did unfold,
His wicked commands, his stories untold,
But heroes emerged, with courage so bold,
To unveil his corruption, to expose the cold.

In the heart of the night, they rose against fear,
Their purpose clear, their mission sincere,
With valor in their hearts, they'd break the facade,
To reveal the truth and shatter the fraud.

Oh, the tyrant's reign, it won't persist,
We'll unite as one, in justice we insist,
Breaking the chains of his vile endeavor,
In the end, he'll face justice forever.

The trial was set, the evidence amassed,
The tyrant's reign would not forever last,
The people's voice, their demand for peace,
Would finally make the darkness cease.

In the courtroom's hush, the truth did unfurl,
The tyrant's crimes, a sinister whirl,
The people's will, a thunderous storm,
As justice prevailed, a new world was born.

The verdict was cast, his sentence severe,
For the countless souls he'd caused to tear,
With unity, their purpose became warmer,
They proclaimed, "We've put a Dent in his armor!"

Oh, the tyrant's reign, it will persist no more,
As a united front, justice we restore,
Breaking the chains of his wicked endeavor,
In the end, he'll face justice forever.

Though the tyrant still lingers in his domain,
The people's resolve would never wane,
For a trial was prepped to make him see,
The consequences of his tyranny.



(Thanks to DM Mimic for the inspiration!)

[Genuinely Spurious]

Declan spurred to action in the aftermath of the devastation in Beregost, wasting no time in organizing a relief effort as Alexander had asked. With a scroll of teleportation in hand, he chanted the incantation and was whisked away to Triel, where he quickly set about arranging a shipment of much-needed healing supplies and foodstuffs.

In Triel, Declan's presence rallied a determined team of able-bodied men to assist him in this humanitarian endeavor. With efficiency and a sense of urgency, they gathered crates of bandages, vials of healing potions, sacks of grain, and other essential supplies. These goods were sorely needed to aid the wounded and ensure that the people of Beregost would not go hungry in the wake of the goblin attack.

Once the supplies were gathered, Declan and his team worked together to load them onto a sturdy wagon. They carefully stacked the crates and secured them in place, ensuring that everything was tightly packed and protected from the elements. A large tarp was then stretched over the cargo to shield it from rain or any other potential hazards during the journey.

With the shipment ready to go, Declan wasted no time in recruiting a seasoned caravan driver to lead the way. This driver would ensure the safe and swift transport of the supplies from Triel to Beregost, a journey that would help alleviate the suffering caused by the recent attack.

As the caravan driver took the reins, Declan offered a few words of encouragement and gratitude to the team of men who had assisted him. He knew that their efforts would make a significant difference in the lives of those in need. With a final nod and a heartfelt wish for a safe journey, Declan watched as the wagon rumbled southward, bound for Beregost, carrying with it the hope of healing and recovery for the beleaguered town.

[Mr J1991]

Posters and flyers begin to be put up around the Friendly Arm Inn and other locations, including the Gate.

In remembrance of the fallen of Lathander's faithful in the village of Beregost, I, Lysander Goodman, Dawnbringer of the Morninglord, will be holding a memorial service. The service will take place outside the Song of the Morning, on the date of Eleint the twenty-fifth. Of those who helped defend the village in its time of need, and those who fought alongside my brothers of the faith, your presence is most welcomed and honored.

In the dawn, beauty reigns, and the way is clearer, and there is always another dawn.

-Lysander Goodman, Dawnbringer of Lathander

((OOC: Date will be 25th of September, 8pm GMT time))

[Mr J1991]

With the influx of a small crowd of refugees fleeing seemingly fleeing from Amn, Lysander, Dawnbringer of Lathander is quick to offer help and shelter to those that need it, offering the temple as a shelter and is seemingly more than happy to gather whatever resources he can to feed, clothe and otherwise alleviate the situation that the refugees have been through. He offers healing for those who need it, a comforting ear to listen, and a general sense of community and support emanates from the cleric.

[Deragnost]

*Rumors about a minstrel with a feathered hat, making a LOT of questions around time, begin to spread around the small village of Beregost. She seems to be... not insistent, but definetely loud, although never unpolite. She does seem to be interested about the refugees that may have reached the town. She didn't make a mistery about her name, or the fact that she was part of the Phoenix Company.*

After a long travel from Baldur's Gate, Rose found herself in the hamlet of Beregost, where the sun painted the sky with hues of orange and pink. Rose's first stop was the "Risen Phoenix," an inn that bore witness to the comings and goings of countless travelers. With a feathered hat perched jauntily on her head, she inquired about the refugees. The inn's patrons, a tapestry of faces and tales, might have held pieces of the puzzle she sought.

Her next destination was the Tavern "William's Well," a place where laughter and camaraderie flowed like a bubbling brook. Here, she posed her questions, seeking the threads that might weave the story together. The patrons, with tankards in hand, may or may not have shared fragments of the refugees' tales - possibly whispers of sorrow and resilience.

To the Church of Lathander, a sanctuary bathed in the golden glow of the rising sun, Rose brought her inquiries. Amidst the solemnity of the place, she sought the solace of truth. The clergy, draped in robes of faith, may have offered words that hinted at the refugees' struggles and hopes.

The Town Crier, a herald in the heart of Beregost, became her next confidant. In the marketplace's bustling chorus, she sought the echoes of the refugees' footsteps. The Crier's voice, a herald of news and fables, resonated with the pulse of the town, possibly revealing more about the exodus that had touched the hearts of the people.

Approaching one of the street merchants, local and with eyes always attentive, Rose's voice wove through the market's cacophony.
"Good merchant, do you carry not only goods but the tales of those who have passed through Beregost?"

And so, Rose Wintertal, with her feathered hat that seemed to whisper tales of its own, continued her quest through Beregost. Should she have found them, some questions were made.
To the refugees, she posed questions that hovered like butterflies, delicate and curious.

"Why does the Inquisition of Amn pursue you, like shadows seeking the sun?
What specters haunt your past, compelling you to dance with the winds of exile?
Is it a magical license that paints your story with hues of mystery?"

Each question, a key to unlock the door to their narratives, was imbued with the gentle urgency of a minstrel eager to compose the verses that whispered through the air. Rose, with eyes that sparkled like stars in a moonlit night, awaited the refugees' responses, if ever found, prepared to weave their words into the melody of her own understanding.

[Samy]

Notice on the bulletin board at the Beregost inn
:


"Offer scout and escort/guard services as well as support for travel and adventures on the road and in the wilderness.

Offer delivery services between wilderness and settlements.

Selling herbs from the wilderness and gems.

Just leave a message here at the inn.

Jalavi Dunestalker."

[Louvaine]

There was a new addition to the notice board in Beregost.

For full understanding of the poster, visit Church of Hoar.

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