Rumors & Events of Soubar

[Babiree]

Jester: "Darkened the doorstep or step in the darkness? ...Coo coo coo coo!"

Warrior: "Ugh... I swear..."

Knight: "Hmm."

Warrior: "Soubar's a hole of freaks."

Raider: *He snickers.* "Oh, I see!"

Jester: "Freks and frocks and lillies and livers! But is it the arrow or the spine that will quiver?"

Raider: "The spine, one would hope! That it quivers and snaps!"

As members of the Crimson Watch were heading out of Soubar for their usual raiding, they happen to cross paths with a colorful halfling jester. Whether out of fear, madness, or mere quirk of character, the little man made a short spectacle of dancing and singing, and left a few gems to the group of raiders, before running off and disappearing in a hurry.

[Babiree]

Quasit: "Oo cemtezzlur snootg voi erkch kootsen, pengool, cenghalu Oo oop oot o sootsoots peeg! Cem voi begg-paregu teg kensag oog!"

Warrior: *munching, eyes on the gnome*

Raider: *He chuckles and shakes his head. "I don't care much one way or the other, Quasit! Get your Mistress here, or find something else to amuse us. Or get on the spit."

Green Mage *rides by on the cat.*

Raider: *He snickers.* "Oh, look at you! Weren't you a little less small before?" *He tilts his head, looking at the gnome.*

Warrior: *chortles* "I swear, den of freaks."

Quasit: "The sight of the miniaturized gnome riding off in a cat has left the Quasit speechless for a long moment. The little demon looks left and right and back to Tsekuru, as if expecting an explanation.*

While having a morning meal before their usual raiding, two members of the Crimson Watch were entreated by a curious spectacle near the campfire of Soubar. Firstly, a small flying demon appeared out of nowhere, posturing with grandiose flair in its vile tongue, exchanging words with the Watch's Commander. Then, as the chat was still ongoing, a gnome in green began putting on a show of arcane prowess with nary a warning or word, casting a few harmless spells on the nearby area. Done with his spectacle, the gnome, shrunk in size, headed off, riding on his own familiar, much to the amusement of the tiefling and the shock of the demon, who also retreated shortly after, in a dejected demeanor.

[Babiree]

Half-Dragon: "I was just thinking Soubar could do with more ornaments strung up in the trees." *She mused as she glanced aside to the nearby tree possessing a sign and a dangling corpse.*

Raider: *He nods eagerly.* "Oh, definitely! ...Hail, Lord Zerros!" *He grins happily.*

Half-Dragon: "With any hope, we might come to an accord that might be of true entertainment. No simple hamfisted meaningless -.. Ah."

Lord Castellan: *As he walked in he gave the two a simple nod.* "Mm. I trust the both of you are well enough?"

Half-Dragon: "Lord Zerros. The opportunities simply have me outright giddy. *She near cooed.*

Raider: "Sure! I'm enjoying myself! How about you? Burned anyone meaningful lately?"

What seemed to be a slow day in Soubar took a sudden turn as the Lord of Darkhold was allegedly spotted visiting the settlement for a meeting with the Commander of the Crimson Watch and a half-dragon lady. After exchanging pleasantries, the three headed in the keep, and reportedly spent much time discussing several subjects behind closed doors. The meeting seemingly went on for hours, and by the end, the woman would fly off, and the Lord head back to the Vale.

Whatever the three talked about, the rumors do not say, although the red-armored tiefling was in quite the cheerful mood for the rest of the day, and the local garrison was reportedly instructed by him to inform any of the recognized members and affiliates of the Watch to seek him as soon as possible, for whatever reason...