Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

"Ain't sure wutter make of this 'ere ghost ship," thought Tugger. "Well, gis I know wutter make: bags."

The "shiny holy people" and other upstanding citizens bantered endlessly with the Fist the evening the ghost ship was towed into harbor. They questioned the guards for information, gleaning almost nothing that couldn't already be picked out with a sharp eye from the docks. They begged to be let aboard for investigations and were soundly rejected. For all their good intentions, they could not must results.

Meanwhile, the hin and his companions took matters into their own hands. A deft combination of magics, stealth, and guile allowed them to board the ship. They now knew what only a handful of people beyond the Fist themselves knew about that ship, and only that handful knew of their boarding attempt ... let alone the silk they commandeered from it.

"They wanner know wut 'appened s'bad, they kin pay fer it." Tugger grinned wolfishly at the thought to himself. He and his companions then set about to find buyers to line their pockets.

Posters and flyers appear in all public places. A woman with a nortern blonde mane and silver-white highlights alongside would help to hang and hand them out herself. So the word would spread soon, an event is coming up.
It might be a charity event, they say. But food and dance and a good time seems promising as well.
((OOC: The time and date is Thursday, the 19th October at 5 PM GMT/7 PM GMT+2/ 1 PM EST. )))

The following is posted by a redhead with disheveled hair*

Seraphine wrote:Posters and flyers appear in all public places. A woman with a nortern blonde mane and silver-white highlights alongside would help to hang and hand them out herself. So the word would spread soon, an event is coming up.
It might be a charity event, they say. But food and dance and a good time seems promising as well.

((OOC: The time and date is Thursday, the 19th October at 5 PM GMT/7 PM GMT+2/ 1 PM EST. )))

A Sun Elf and other half-elf woman were spotted putting up messages

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DM Mimic wrote:

Tinker, Traitor, Guard and Spy

A noble of minor prominence by the name of Lord Denton places a bounty of 10,000 coins for the live capture of one Richart Lynne, a guard that was formerly in Denton's employ. The man is accused of stealing from his master an heirloom of significant sentimental value. A description and sketch of the man are provided:

Human male of average height and build, fair skin, native to the Sword Coast. His hair is dark and he wears a thick mustache. He is a skilled fighter: approach with caution.

In the days that follow and in seemingly unrelated news, a Flaming Fist soldiers secure a small, underground laboratory near the farmlands south of the Gate.

Nathan wanders past one of the bounty posters, glances at it and tilts his head. He snatches the poster to make a note of the man's name, before wandering off.

((OOC: Donations have been taken by DM Bembel. Thank you. ))

Posters has been placed around the city of Baldurs Gate it reads the following

I Fingal Darius has just arrived here at Baldurs Gate, and from what I can gather I have been here before. Which is a lie! Or a trick played on you folks by some idiot. I offer 100.000 to the man, or woman who brings me this imposter!

Signed

Fingal Darius

Hardly a rumor, and more along the lines of casual conversation heard from the patrons departing the Minstrel's Muse- The Muse played host to a very unique guest for the evening, and for a time it seemed that Fingal's Imposter was found- but, in fact, it was nothing more than a cat, all along.

The guest seemed to enjoy his time there so much he came back, and the feline shenanigans weren't done yet- Soon after, the newly wed couple Max and Wren were seen departing with a loudly purring kitten in arm (on shoulder, to be more precise). Not that many would care what the reformed Zhent couple would name a cat, but this one stuck in memory: Merry Pricklepuss the First, Destroyer of Curtains.

Heads were scratched, questioned muttered, and most concluded that the couple must have rolled out of the Muse positively tanked.

The following notice is posted in the various district around Baldur's Gate:

[parchment]Seeking Scholar's, Wizard's and Priests!

The Sword Coast Commercial Exchange is seeking an expert on the Planes, especially those with knowledge of Fiends and where they come from. We have acquired a rare oddity which we wish a second opinion on before further action is taken. Interested parties who are able to provide actionable and verifiable details about the item in question will be paid 10,000 gold for just a few minutes of their time, plus any research required in order to provide us with the answers we seek. Inquire within the Exchange.

- Finneaus Du'Veil[/parchment]

///PM me to set up a time to meet in game, if interested.

A familiar figure with flaming red hair down to her waist enters the orphanage in the late hours of the evening, carrying with her a bulging sack of coin. If asked whom the donation is from, she simply smiles and responds, "The Mother never forsakes Her children. Just look to the moonlight to see Her love for us all." before she slips back out into the bustle of the city*