Rumors of the Friendly Arm Inn

[Obvious_Illusion]

17 Mirtul 1360

A notice is placed upon the bulletin board in the Friendly Arm Inn by Vhaan de Luca, the Itinerant Priest of Tyr.

"A rampaging owlbear attacks out the front of the Friendly Arm Inn. Inside the beast, an evil enchanted iron orb that had corrupted it. Now dispelled. A sign of more to come?

If coming across such a thing, be wary of touching the orb for it may corrupt thy soul.

Contact Vhaan de Luca, Zel, and Zeila with any information."

///OOC - DM Soulcatcher event.

[Violet Moon]

It was one of those wild nights at the Friendly Arm Inn. Many things were both unclear and hard to believe.

A girl named Cass was trying to help her friend Luna get on her feet as she lay next to the table.

Earlier, Cass had been competing with Lilly, not by throwing darts, but by hurling bottles of ale at the dartboard. Numerous bottles had shattered against the wall before Lilly was declared as the winner.

[JustAnotherGuy]

Behind the inn a small commotion was heard. Soon after, a tall man with green hair, a diminutive tiefling with pink hair, and a gnome with a large hat went back behind the inn.

"I am headed to apologize to an owl on behalf of a gnome, so that she won't have bad luck, and can make good hats." said the large man.

Unfortunately, the owl was too ruffled and agitated to speak to them. The large man comforted the gnome by promising to speak to the owl on another day, when it had time to calm down.

[sweetlikesplenda]

A Silver Dragon, seeming a young adult, Landed near to the fire pit at the Friendly Arm Inn. After some discussion, and a slight interruption of a Fae Dragon also appearing, a meeting was set between the Dragon and Lord Aaron Lyonaler. The Silver soon after leapt into the air and disappeared.

[mixafix]

Long after the silver dragon spotted at the FAI was a flash of light in the sky there was another meeting on the roof top cafe.

Prospective traders looking to build the Golden Wheel trade guild with people drawn new and old in the business of creating a trade business. For those that heard there clearly were some different thoughts discussed.

All yet to be tested at a formal Guild meeting planned for Nashkel this month. One way or another this long standing guild down on it's luck these last years is looking likely to get things rolling once again.

Everything proposed will need to survive the board room grilling before getting any wheels of commerce turning.

Anyone wishing to attend this meeting proposed by Natalia Fernanda, or if wanting to learn more should make themselves known ic/ooc

[blazerules]

Better dead than Red.

Not too far outside the walls of the Friendly Arms Inn an altercation happened between a Red Wizard and a party of adventurers. Initially merely Yuri Lichelina, and Nailya. But they were joined by others. What started as semi courteous chatter eventually turned to provocations from both sides, goading for one to start a fight with the other. Eventually said provocations turned into a full fledged fight as the Red Wizard had cast the first spell. It was a short battle of bees and chickens pecking the Red Wizard to death, alongside some other spellfire from the observing adventurers who had joined in.

Needless to say this Red Wizard was disposed of in the Cloakwood. Only after the adventuerers were de-cluckified.

[Titania_1]

Priestess Nadine Ravenwood could be seen emerging from the Cloakwood, strands of rain-soaked silvery blonde hair sticking to the sides of her cheeks in an apparent scuffle. Her expression was grim as she motioned Nathaniel, one of her party members, to follow her down the hill. He carried the corpse of a woman in his arms. "We should have her final resting place surrounded by beauty," the priestess could be heard saying as they headed towards the pond.

Even in the rainy night, the serene area by the pond was abound with beauty. The summer flowers made patches of colors among the grass, and the symphony of crickets and frogs filled the area with nature's music. It was here under a tree that Nadine and Nathaniel dug a proper grave for the woman. Another from their party, named Cassidy, assisted by shielding them from the rain. The body was eventually lowered into the grave and carefully buried.

The sunite stood before the grave, bringing her hands together in prayer for the deceased.

"Not known by name, but valued nonetheless. Your soul, I could not sense. But your body will be honored and respected just the same. A victim to the evils of the Abyss, your suffering is heeded and mourned. The sorrowful look in your final gaze brings grief to my heart. I only wish we had gotten to you sooner. May your life before been filled with joyful experiences, full of love and beauty."

The priestess clutched her holy symbol of Lady Firehair.

"Sweetest Sune, if you are able to reach even a piece of her soul, wherever it may be, may she be welcome into your loving embrace, and allow whatever darkness befell her to be washed away in your radiant light." With that, Nadine took the time to consecrate the area. The ground shimmered softly with positive energy. She placed a single rose on the grave, regarding it one final time before departing.

[Ratatouille]

Hungry... im... hungry... The Rat Queen wanders, bored, tired, hungry. Crossing the paths from the shore all the way the the Way of the Lions, till then she spots 4 bodies.

Food-meal.... left here-here.... all for-for the Rat Queen....

So, the Rat Queen decided to feast on the bodies of bandits.... bandits who killed and dehorned tieflings. She saw no wrong, she saw no harm. Thinking those deserve nothing but death and to be the food in her stomach. Biting into the into the flesh, ripping it off from the bones, a Wolf came, slowly approaching her and the bodies she feasted on.

She raises her self slowly, chittering, turning slowly to the wolf, she stared.

The wolf growls back at her, stopping to see if she reacts as it moves even closer to a body.

she crawls a bit forward and grabs her dagger in the process, blood dripping from her mouth ,she gets on her two feet and puts her arms out, as if she was going to strike the wolf and hisses at him, bearing her teeth

The wolf unthreatened by the tiny humanoid pounces forward, growling at her.

*she twitches and looks at the wolf*

Fine... have it...

Watching as life happens, She understood the wolf, in ways... bonded with the wolf, all are hungry just as much as her. Sharing such... delicacies isnt such a wrong thing in her eyes. Letting the wolf live, she turns around, to hear the yells of a man.... a bard.... watching.

"Murderer!"

The wolf bites onto the corpse and begins to drag it away.

"what kind of a creature are you?"

she turns to the body and stares at at the man, calling her a murderer. She gets back on her knees as she is going to continue to eat the body

Watcher her feast, he quickly pulls out his his crossbow, and aims it at her.

Monster! I'll end your misery!

she stares at him a bit more, then, she goes in for a bite, staring at him, she gets on her feet

Want to-to make a bet....

She smiles a bit and Shows her daggers and cleaver

Ill show you-you what a-a monster is.... And ill eat-devour filthy trash-garbage like you-you... leave... or me-me will....

Hissing at the man, feeling like a cornered Rat, ready to jump on its prey, ready to attack, she focus's on the man threatening her, and noticing another man in large armor, Smiling eerily, she watches them, seeing who will make the first move. The Bard begins to ward himself, and in seconds, she Paralyzed the large armored man, and makes the bard unconscious. The fight is over.

The Rat Queen Standing over their body, licking her lips, squats down and stares at them, deciding if she should feast of them or not.

I warned You-you...

A Halfling who was watching the entire interaction since the wolf, watched all go down, showing worry, seeing how it all went down. she comes out yelling.

Rat rat.... leave

Why-why...? they-they threatened me-me...

They are stupid, they don't know what they are doing. Its not worth it.

Then the..... Stupid die... Tell me why-why I shouldn't-no eat-devour you-you...?

Please Rat as a friend? *pointing to the bandit bodies* Take those one... the guys....they...

Then out of nowhere. A group of people come to the Scene. A Tiefling, A Dwarf, and another Halfling. All of them wondering what the hell is going on... the Halfling panicking... charging in with her axe out towards the bard seeing all being unraveled

What's goin' on here!? *looking to the bard* Daft Bard! Are ye alright? *shaking him violently

The Tiefling and the Halfling both sighed. The Tiefling get a wand and unparalyzed the Armored man

Master Collins are you alright?

What's going on... What happened Nathaniel?

She was eating the corpses of the dead, he tried to stop her, then she attacked us

Eating corpses? *he raises a brow*

You attacked her. She told you to back off.

Who's eatin' the dead?! *she rose up with her weapon in hand*

Called me-me a monster... then started... warding...

She looks to all of them, twitching a bit, She gets up and goes towards the dead bandits, trying to drag them off, struggling to drag the very heavy corpses, she twitches and twitches before grabbing her cleaver and quickly cleaves off an arm and a leg, strapping the limbs to her belt. she rises up and looks to them.

*Looking to The Rat Queen* Don't eat them...

its a horrible thing ta do. better ta bury da dead so nae illness will spread.

*she looks at them and shakes her head at them and begins to walk off* Don't-no ever mess with the-the Rat-Queen...You-you will all learn...

How dare you! Are you even.... a hin? You DEMON! *she begins to charge towards The Rat Queen

As The Halfling charged at the Rat Queen, she could hear the anger, the footstep coming towards her. Quickly The Rat Queen turned around, and withing a second, she was unconscious. The Tiefling tried to cast spells to stop The Rat Queen. But all failed as the Halfling was already downed and the spell didn't help stop The Rat Queen.

BACK AWAY! *she hissed* I WILL KILL! *she stands there in a defensive position growling a bit at them*

he rushed after the Halfling and swings at Rat to get her to back off before retreating back

Leave me-me alone... *she turns around and runs away crossing the bridge into the woods north of Beregost.*

OOC: Sorry for my post to be so long and a bit late! This is my first real post, I was thinking of how to write and make the post look good and perfect! Thank you all who participated and thank you for reading my post

[RoseMiriel]

*Five people well 3 people and a metal man and dog, dug holes in the ground and planted flowers and tree's outside the friendly arm inn. Rose then drew a Dreampainting of what she hoped would one day come of their work.*

[Eliasz_Kowalski]

Litany at Dawn

Rumoured to have been banned from the temple in Gullykin for misdeeds unknown, the Kossuthan by the name Ingvar Kren can be seen preaching by the Inn once more. At night, he stands vigil, motionlessly and in silence, looking in the distance to the south, the fires engulfing his hands and staff softly crackling with a sound akin to that of the man’s own voice. At sunrise, he says a prayer to his fiery deity. This time, he is joined by a certain Fire Genasi, a well-known merchant, blessed by Kossuth and worshipping him as well. The two proclaim what is said to be "Litany of Kossuth, Lord of Purification" in unison, with the latter echoing the second part of it along with the priest. The impromptu ceremony is witnessed by other travellers gathered at the gate, quietly observing that which transpires before their eyes.

Kossuth, Tyrant Among Fire, we stand before your sacred flames. Cleanse us, O Firelord, of weakness and impurity.
Ingvar Kren proclaims sternly
In the crucible of your fire, we are reborn. Burn away our flaws, forge us into your chosen.
He continues, with his hoarse voice crackling like a bonfire
Your flames are the light in the darkness, the warmth in the cold. We embrace your fiery trials, knowing they lead to purity.
Ingvar plunges his staff into the earth with force, and the flames engulfing it begin to burn brighter
Through pain and suffering, we are tested. Through your fire, we rise stronger, purer, unyielding.
Tongues of flame erupt from the eye sockets of his helm reflecting in its golden surface
O Kossuth, The Tyrant-King, let your flames consume our doubt and fear. In your destructive power, we find renewal and strength.
Ingvar's words echo in the air as if voices of other faithful join the two in prayer
We worship the fire that cleanses, the fire that destroys. For in destruction, we are remade, and through your fire, we ascend.
The preacher’s voice grows louder as he plunges his staff into the ground once more, with it now completely engulfed in flames
Great Kossuth, The Firelord, immolate our sins, purify our souls. In your eternal flame, we find our true form, purified and whole.
Ingvar finishes the litany on a thunderous note and flames engulfing his staff burn the brightest before they finally subdue

With the prayer finished, in a striking display of fealty to Kossuth the Genasi explodes in a burst of fire, its brightness and heat rivalling that of the preacher himself. Thereupon the two Kossuthans could be seen discussing matters of their faith and of their temple, but for those who are strangers to their beliefs, what is being conversed about bears little meaning.

From the accounts of those present at the gate and guards of the Inn, written down by a humble unnamed traveller

[zhazz]

During an investigation into a disappearing possibly illusioned refugee arriving at the Friendly Arm's Campfire, who claimed to be from Ulgoth's Beard, Adrian notices that some of the tents are in a sorry state. Soiled bedrolls and moldy bread are found within. While others continue the investigation into the mysterious refugee, Adrian visits Bentley to purchase new supplies for the refugee camp by the Order of the Silver Rose.

(( Part of a DM Verjigorm event ))

[Eliasz_Kowalski]

A rabbit, a stag and seven bags of gold

As it happens, a short while ago a certain dwarf named Einar Madbeard discovered a rabbit by the entrance to the Inn. As he claimed, being well-versed in the language of bunnies and their non-verbal means of communication, Einar quickly figured out that by tapping its paw on the ground, the rabbit was inviting the dwarf to follow it. Using his unparalleled wisdom and knowledge of all kinds of beasts, too, the infamous skald also swiftly discerned the rabbit was magical. “Tis furry basterd was filled with em magics tae dae brim, oi'm tellin' ye! It leads ye tae gold!”, Einar assured me as he was telling his story. He didn’t specify whether he believed the rabbit was of fey nature, but for some reason got rather agitated at the mention of fey, slamming his mug on the bar counter and shouting, “Em bloody Forest Fairies ain’t gaet noothin' on me, ye hear me, laddie?! Noothin'!”

Having followed the rabbit up the Trade Way, Einar discovered even more peculiar of a company. A man of imposing stature was hiding in the bushes, clad in armour and wearing a horned helmet. What’s more curious though, the man was supposedly accompanied by a stag, could communicate with both it and the rabbit as well, mentioned there was also a crocodile hiding in the flowers… And he was making cat sounds. “Meow-meow tis laddie said at me, oi swear tae ye! Meow-meow, lad! Loike oi was supposed tae give ‘im soom belly rubs or soomthin'! Boot oi didn’t, alroight! Oi'm not daet koind of a Dwarf!”, Einar confessed as he continued.

The two (or perhaps four, for that matter) then engaged in a conversation. “Laddie joost wasn’t roight in ‘is head. Gaet hit on it way tae many toimes, ye see. Boot tis foine, foine — he’ll fit roight in with dae rest of em sorry bunch 'ere.” Apparently, Einar also encouraged the rabbit he believed possessed magical powers of leading one to buried gold to go find it for him. “Come on, ye furry bugger, gae sniff out soom gold fer ye old pal Einar. Need me em seven bags fer lower equipment tae protect me berries.” And this is where his story took a rather unexpected turn. The dwarf claimed that the armour-clad warrior then seemed as if he was having a discussion with the stag and the rabbit and as the trio reached some sort of an agreement… He simply handed Einar seven bags worth of gold.

“Ye caen’t take foinancial advoice frem em rabbits, oi told ‘im straight. Ye’ve ever seen em rich rabbits, laddie? Thought sae.” Perplexed, the dwarf accepted the generous donation nonetheless. And to return the favour, decided to perform one of his songs for his newfound friends. “Played em me classics, “Riding em Unicorns”, alroight. Tis was dae best audience oi’ve haed in tis parts. Dae stag took em special loikings tae me ballad. And laddie fancied it, tae.” With the performance over, the four exchanged some pleasantries and the dwarf went on his way to procure the equipment he was seeking. And while the existence of magical rabbits bearing leprechaun properties is highly disputable, the rabbit in question did seem to lead the self-proclaimed “Greatest skald of the Coast” not just to obtaining a fortune, but to a pleasant company as well.

From the accounts of Einar Madbeard at the bar counter in the Friendly Arm Inn, written down by a humble unnamed traveller

[Sundown]

A scent of autumn is in the air...

The days are getting shorter, the nights longer. Summer is slowly fading and the threshold of winter is approaching. Autumn has come. The jubilant singers of summer fall silent, while only the chirping of the more steadfast birds can be heard. The leaves have long since begun to change, bathing the land in a kaleidoscope of colours.
On the edge of the Sharp-Teeth Forest, within sight of the Friendly Arm, a lone silver-haired elf-man is making preparations. Meticulously and with an order that can only be guessed at by an outsider, he is apparently preparing a ritual site.

Some may guess which days of the year it is. Others may have to risk a glance to find out...




In any case, a red-haired elf-woman seemed to be taking a good look at the place and handing over gifts to the elf. A first curious onlooker?


OOC: Everyone who is interested is invited to this little ritual. It is taking place TODAY around 9 pm GMT / 11 pm GMT+2

[Sundown]

Open the Gates for the Autumn Equinox

Night had fallen and the stars in the sky aligned in their aspired position. Preparations had already been made. There, at the edge of the Sharp Teeth Forest and the Friendly Arm Inn.
On the threshold between the seasons. On the threshold between civilisation and wilderness.

Guests had approached and Rivka poured out warm firewine by type of the rashemi. It warmed the bodies and opened the minds of those present.

The rite was to serve to welcome the autumnal equinox.

One last preparation was for Rivka and Tramahsthas to overlooked the ritual place one last time and make the place prepared by a ritual of purification.

Finally, the time had come. Rivka was already playing the drum, to which Naer' began to dance. Her steps remained in one place and gradually began to match the rhythm of the drum. The experienced Rivka made it easy for the inexperienced Naer' to fall into a state of ritual ecstasy with the help of an almost hypnotic rhythm.
Finally, Tramasthas approached. With the ringing of bells on his staff, he announced his arrival and the beginning of the ritual. He was the Herald of the rite that evening. In a clockwise spiral, he stepped through the ritual place to take his place in the centre.
At a gentle sign, Naer' entered the ritual place. Tramahsthas sent her on a journey through the circle.
She paused at the four directions. The places were provided with gifts that reflected the nature of the directions and the associated elements and seasons.
Again and again, Naer' took on the role of the cardinal point during her round trip to interact with the Herald of the ritual. Accompanied by the gently changing rhythm of the drum.

The gates of north, east, south and west were ritually opened and the associated spirits and primitive primal powers were invited. Peace was invoked to be kept during this period of transition. The autumnal equinox.

Tramahsthas led the rite with confidence and was the Herald of the invisible powers he invoked that night. Naer‘ followed his lead, almost completely lost in the moment and a servant under his guidance. Rivka set the pace at which the rite flowed and bound Naer’ to the Herald in the ritual sense.

Naer's journey ended in the centre of the circle. She tasted of the blessed mead and offered it to the Herald. Thus was sealed what was conjured:

The equinox would come over the land and the powers that accompanied it should be appeased.

Short time before the begin:


So it begins - The Herald arrived:


So it ends - The centre was reached:

Hidden: show

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bEmWIA_tToo
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wsl-KHGe4Kk

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OOC: This little event was at the day before yesterday. Thanks to all visitors and to Player of Tramahsthas and Rivka!
Great idea from Tramahsthas!

[DM Verjigorm]

Following the strange planar incursion of some fleshwarped entities the night before, the fortifications of the Friendly Arm Inn saw an increased presence of guards. A tense uneasiness was nigh palpable amongst the inhabitants as nervous glances were had towards the skies at night.