Rumours of the Western Heartlands

[sweetlikesplenda]

Lord Aaron Lyonaler would be seen about the City of Baldur's Gate. He spends most of his time this day in the Temple of Illmater. His departure from the City finds him on his silver-maned sted, riding north quickly, to attach himself with a Company of Flaming Fist soldiers that are marching to Triel.

[artemitavik]

As Adventurers, Flaming Fist, a pair of Dragons, and other allies fought the Hellfire Wyrm and its cadre of minion in the ruins of Ulgoth's Beard a caravan arrives in Elturiel.

This caravan consists of multiple wagons of supplies for refugees. It is guarded and presented by those in Bladestone Foundation uniforms. The goods, mostly clothing, blankets, and dry food goods, are donations from the villages and towns in the Coastal Planes in the territory that the BSF patrols and has its trade partners, such as South Pine and Bluecrest as well as some of the larger farms.

((Okayed by DM Smile shortly prior to the Hellfire Wyrm fight event))

[sweetlikesplenda]

A small group had gathered at Radiant Crossing and from there made their way north and east. Near to Soubar they came upon a lone man, who, after a short discussion, shifted into a tower creature of the Hells. A titanic battle ensued, resulting in the eventual defeat of the Devil. A prism was found upon the Devil before it was sent from this Plane. That prism was later sent to the Temple of Mystra. Passerbys would soon after see a small company of Flaming Fist enter the temple and soon leaving with an unconscious woman in chains.

It would seem that Michael Angel and the Magus, Tamora Mistmorn, have both been dealt with.

[JustAnotherGirl]

On the 24th of Tarsakh, a brunette ranger could be seen stepping out of a tree near the Tranquil Pools. At first it seemed her footsteps would take her to the pools, but she hesitated and turned, moving instead to the broken fountain of Eldath. She sat in quiet for nearly a candlemark. The look on her face was one of weariness. Finally, after a nearly silent prayer, she stood to her feet and moved with purpose to the nearest tree. She slipped into it with one final glance at the fountain.

[Labradorit]

*Greengrass aproaches. A Lunar Festival to celebrate this day shall be hold a the coastline's beach. And while a play unfolds, it would be witnessed by a figure clad in white, wearing a white broad-brimmed hat with a light green feather adorned. This humming person would watch the scene once in while, after a greige paper with a chime would be tucked to bulletin board or places seen fit. In Baldurs Gate and around.
It took some time again, no lonely hand could have done this deed. Yet before the night leading into Greengrass dusks, a song is sung anew.*

"Fifth Sylphen Whisper

Oh, dear Greengrass, my heart’s spring.

I know your last year’s name,
And you heard my voice First’s rhyme.
I knew not your dream, but did you knew mine?
Let me sing, and if you, dear, listens with aim,
You may find we sing together for the bloomed-queen or -king,

Oh, artisan, parent, child of road and way…
Be you farmer, caravan-folk, guide, or guest,
White flowers are not just a nobles gesture, nor chest.
White flowers to all of us, rejoice beneath the sunlit day.

What is it these days, that could dim our lights?
Is there a flue or an illness of inverted sun in sight?
Be strong, vigilant against dark sun and scaled prayer’s roar.
No dark shall fathom us, because light is our core.

But now you, dear, and you lad and lass:
A song, a reminder, a rhythm shall lead.
Be fertile, be joyful, lets sway the greening grass.
Don’t slip it or wane, dance with me in beat.

I wish you, dear, all the light…
Let non steal it from your hearts echo.
Each of you, a white bloomed-grace from head to toe.
I continue, singing for you, to bring your soul’s glow.
Come join in my tune, all of you, renewal in flow.

Until soon, you hear this,

Sylphen Whisper."

*If one searches for a signature, one will find drawn beneath:*

The same white flower like one year ago.

*Under the flower, eleven notes rest between three lines, wiggling like tiny birds on cloths line:*

b(h), g, f | b(h), g, f | b(h), g, f, e, f

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"Fifth Sylphen Whisper,

Oh, dear Greengrass, my heart’s spring.

I know your last year’s name,
And you heard my voice First’s rhyme.
I know not your dream, but do you know mine?
Let me sing, and if you, dear, listens with aim,
You may find we sing together for the bloomed-queen or -king,

Oh, artisan, parent, child of road and way…
Be you farmer, caravan-folk, guide, or guest,
White flowers are not just a nobles gesture, nor chest.
White flowers to all of us, rejoice beneath the sunlit day.

What is it these days, that could dim our lights?
Is there a flue or an illness of inverted sun in sight?
Be strong, vigilant against dark sun and scaled prayer’s roar.
No dark shall fathom us, because light is our core.

But now you, dear, and you lad and lass:
A song, a reminder, a rhythm shall lead.
Be fertile, be joyful, lets sway the greening grass.
Don’t slip it or wane, dance with me in beat.

I wish you, dear, all the light…
Let non steal it from your hearts echo.
Each of you, a white bloomed-grace from head to toe.
I continue, singing for you, to bring your soul’s glow.
Come join in my tune, all of you, renewal in flow.

Until soon, you hear this,

Sylphen Whisper.“

*If one searches for a signature, one will find drawn beneath:*

The same white flower drawn for greengrass, one year ago.

*Under the flower, eleven notes rest between three lines, wiggling like tiny birds on cloth's line:*

b(h), g, f | b(h), g, f | b(h), g, f, e, f

[Whitenoisy]

The pair of Moon Elven twins recently seen in Baldur's Gate was spotted reaching Beregost, on the 3rd of Mirtul. The two arrived by foot from the northern section of the Trade Way, and took some time to rest at the town, briefly visiting its temple and chatting with some of the locals.
They departed soon after, but those who are often in the region would have heard of the two elves being spotted in the area all around Beregost itself, getting acquainted with the lay of the land, and finding themselves in occasional confrontations with the local wildlife and monstrous population. It would be noted that the two of them would only reach as far South as twenty miles North of Nashkel before turning back on their steps.
Though they briefly returned to Beregost one last time as the sun was setting, the two opted against finding a room in the local inn, and instead were seen teleporting away, likely back to Baldur's Gate.

[selhan]

The Three

“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”

"Now north ol east from here..the road takes yer to Winding Water...place a burnt ruin now...but wait a ..wot the.."

"What's going on?!!"

"Shite...Lets not linger..Lets cut through Thunders ride..can get back to the farmlands from there!"


"Fang bearer."







"Oh ...bugg....er......"Yes...?" *He holds up a hand to the elves for them to stand still*

*He nods and stands still.*

"Who are your companions?"

"Pair ol siblings lookin to learn the land near the city..Was showin em a bit of directions ...Good way to make favors...by favors..." *He quietly added*

*The black clad figures all look to the two elves briefly, then back to Sel.*

Right, yes! Only following the lead of our gracious guide...

*Nervous nodding*

"Am I being ..summoned...?" *The facade drop..his tone sounded more serious..ignoring the pair of elves as he addressed one of the three*

"No. There is a task. Are these worthy?"

*He lifts a brow then points at the siblings* "Them?...worthy.?.I hardly even know them...but...they've managed pretty well here thus far...together of course..."

"Then you shall test them, Fang Bearer."

"Me...? "*He blinks...* "....I dont even know where their hearts align...But ...If its a command...so be it.."

*She sticks closer to the other, cautiously*

"There is a crypt nearby, to the west. Stand beside it and draw upon the ground a triangle within a circle. Slay what comes."

*He gave a nod* "As..you ordered..." *He sheath the rapier then looked at the pair of elves. * "Better not to ask...what ever you two are really about...better get ready.." *He pulled forth a short sword...*

Well, so long as it's about killing some other undead or monsters... *He glances right.*

"Lets just say..theres no telling whats coming out of that crypt ...so treat this day as if it might be your last."

" Eaaeaa..." *She scrounges up her nose* "Not really liking that answer."

*Perhaps daring travelers did pass through the Field of Dead during the evening hours, if they were so bold.
But had they ...then west of the Field of Dead, they would likely had heard a booming rumbling,
the very ground beneath their feet shaking and something very large at a short distance...attacking some people.*

[Whitenoisy]

The pair of Moon Elven twins was spotted last afternoon resting in the dwarven hold of Kraak Helzak, having arrived alongside two other adventurer, a warrior woman, and an earthsoul monk. Judging from their conversation, the four had met while troll-hunting, and then proceeded to join forces in the exploration of the hideout of a local group of stone giants.
While the warrior was called to other business shortly after the end of the expedition, the monk lingered for a while in the fortress with the twins, as he shared with them some of his extensive knowledge regarding the Northern regions around the Troll Claws, Winding Water, and the High Moore, warning the elves about potential dangers and opportunities within.
A few topics were touched upon during their chat, such as their respective homelands and skillsets, and the differing climates and cultures. Eventually, it came time to depart, and the monk decided to stay by the local inn, while the twins, on the other hand, teleported away, being spotted not long after by a few Baldurians as they sold their wares in the Wide.

[BarBearian]

As the sun crept over the horizon on the 13th of Mirtul, four members of House Marshall were observed descending from their makeshift encampment in the Trieltan hills: a tall man in a dark green hood, another in a brown leather duster, a woman with hands attached to a lute, and an elven woman with winter blue eyes. The foursome’s steps carried them southward, traversing along the tree line of the Reaching Woods. The hooded man and lute-bearing woman trailed a fair distance behind the other two, their relaxed demeanor suggesting they were confident in the pair ahead to deal with any gnolls or hobgoblins foolish enough to believe the group would be easy prey. The journey continued at a focused pace until arriving at the southernmost edge of the forest near the city of Berdusk. After quickly making camp, the green hooded man slipped away from the others for a candlemark to seek solitude and prayer beneath the largest tree he could find.