Rumors & Events of Baldur's Gate

[The Whistler]

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Visiting the various taverns and inn's in Baldur's Gate over a couple of days, the Silverstar bardess Shandril Brightmantle can be heard performing her newest song. Draped in a light skyblue tunic with thigh-high white leather boots and adorned with a snow-tiger mantle, she plays a lute in an upbeat tempo as she tried to get the patrons and guests of each establishment to clap along or pick up on the chorus.

I have serenaded moonlight,
As I strolled along the sea,
But what transpired on this fateful night,
Should never come to be,

For as sailors proud and boastful,
Are measured by their worth,
When storms the ship envelop,
Some never leaves the berth,

O' ive beheld yet such a coward,
In most recent tragic days,
When a pirates words ring hollow,
He is first to leave the fray,

Hey listen up you in the back!
Come dance along to a sailors track!
Its time to revel as the pirates hurl!
Have you heard of Karn who ran from a girl!

He could lay down whole a nation,
If his words were ever true,
So when he offered accomodations,
Insisted I should join his crew,

I felt in my mind rejection,
But no word were ever said,
As his poisonous infection,
Of words that I should fret,

Trading only offered insults,
My companion he would taunt,
He did not yet know the results,
Of his boastfulness and flaunts.

Hey listen up you in the back!
Come dance along to a sailors track!
Its time to revel as the pirates hurl!
Have you heard of Karn who ran from a girl!

As snowflakes fell in mountains cold,
I had diverted from my path,
Inspiration came to me like gold,
When he unleashed his wrath,

For this mighty dreadful pirate,
That I now met here once again,
Had withdrawn his former offer,
He would no longer be my friend,

Rather he would bring me back by force,
To tie me to his mast,
His squeeky little voice grew hoarse,
As he yelled avast!

Hey listen up you in the back!
Come dance along to a sailors track!
Its time to revel as the pirates hurl!
Have you heard of Karn who ran from a girl!

His crew came leaping from his side,
To carry out his will,
Yet of our boastful pirate captains pride,
This next part gives me thrill,

For you see his crew gave quite a fight,
Of him that cant be said,
For while his men gave both their blood and life,
Our pirate Captain fled,

So these must be joyful sailing days,
When all is said and done,
For when pirates run from little girls,
There's something in the rum,

To those in the audience inquiring about the truth of this song, the bardess would state every word is true and some might even do the pirate more justice than he deserves.

It is a small world that they lived in and it didn't take long for word of the selûnite's play to find its desired mark. It was during another such performance that a mousy-looking urchin girl approached the entertainer with an outstretched hand, message clasped between her grubby fingers. A simple invitation, summoning the bard to Roaringshore to deliver her performance before the entire council of the High Captains within a fortnight's time.

If pressed for answers the girl would simply open her mouth, revealing a cauterized stump in place of a tongue. She doesn't linger for a tip and instead bolts straight out of the seedy establishment's door after the delivery is made. Vanishing inside the bustling crowd without so much as a trace.

[VDub]

A message is posted on the board outside the Elfsong...

Another message is left beneath the first. This one in Dethek.

[Winterborne]

A number of people could be seen carrying a lifeless figure, apparently in agony, from the farmlands into the Temple of Ilmater. A bit later the group was seen leaving, including the figure they carried - with bandaged hands.

[Wyatt]

*The wanderer known as the Copper Fox can be seen traveling through the outlying areas as well as within the city, speaking to any who will listen. He regales with tales of a great battle joined in the High Moors far to the north. A battle that pitted noble heroes against hordes of foul trolls and devils. He spends a particularly large amount of time with the poor in the city, the urchins especially as well as the farmers in the outlands. All in all the tales vary but end the same way, with a hodgepodge of heroes from all walks of life, coming together to defend the realms from this perilous threat.*

[mixafix]

Brualot, merchant of the Golden Wheel, recently arrived in the City accompanying one of their Trade wagons. He swiftly left the trade procession at the city and vanished within. He was later seen in and around the Merchant stalls of the City making extensive visits to there and beyond to the Palace District and City Officials. A few days later he was back with the merchants with still more business to be done.

[electric mayhem]

A double horse wagon, branded with the company logo of Clarity Cellars, escorted by seven persons on horseback, is driven out the East Gate and headed Southwards.

[Wyatt]

*The man known as the Copper Fox can be seen frequenting various trade houses, tailors and merchant guilds about the city. He visits the Seven Suns Mercantile, Aiello's and the Sword Coast Commercial Exchange. He also tries to make contact with the Darius Holding Company and the Golden Wheel. He makes no secret of the fact that he is looking to procure a large quantity of winter cloaks, oilcloths, and furs along with shoes and boots of various sizes. He also mentions that while he will pay for new goods, he will accept any donations in good repair of similar articles.*

///OOC - Hoping for PM's or in game RP from any groups that might be interested in this sort of trade.

[KOPOJIbPAKOB]

This morning, a muscular woman with gorgeous ginger hair, beautiful tail and looks of a barbarian queen has arrived on a ship to the city of Baldur's Gate. She stopped by the farmlands campfire and then continued her journey to the South. The tiefling declared that she has a very important mission, but she will remain at the Coast for a day longer after she finishes her great quest.

[Mergandevin]

A towering man arrived at Baldur's Gate on the 9th of Ches, quite easy to tell apart from the usual citizen with his formidable build, long blonde hair and beard, and an assortment of furs over his robust form with a white wolf pelt most prominent among them.

According to the rumor, the northern man frequents the library - coming out with a fair bit of confusion and annoyance over his face each time - and he could even be seen entering the church of Mystra once - albeit reluctantly and very shortly. He takes shelter for the night outside the city walls, close to the refugees, and proceeds to cook a large bundle of wild game meat which he also devours on the spot each night.
Approaching folk would be greeted with a grunt and thrown some of the meat if asked for.

[Balthomer]

A man is seen outside the Church of Torm singing softly many prayers of Torm, he claims that the signs of Torm have been presented to him and is asking for help to save Baldur's Gate from the evil that threatens the city.


Mighty Torm, My Lord, My Way,
Enlighten me, in times of unavoidable conflicts,
For I’ll need your implacable conviction,
In the outcome I’ll be a part of.

Flood my heart with courage,
For not fearing death makes me stronger.
Shine on my mind so that my act of faith,
Does not end in a unaccomplished Duty.

Guide my hand which I bring your Judgement with,
For the display of Justice brings Hope to the innocent.
Strengthen me whole when I’ll face incarnations of Evil,
For no followers of the True would accept defeat as an accomplishment.

In the face of the impossible,
Be at my side for my love for you,
Would make failure a feeling of unworthiness.
Do not forgive me easily when I’m weak,
Cause each false step takes me farther from the Truth.

Bless me with the essence of Duty,
For your Exemplary Sacrifice in Tantras,
Showed me that you’ll always be there,
To carry the Weight of Duty with me.

As this feat made you stronger,
Show me wisdom to learn from smaller ones.
Mighty Torm, My Lord, My Way,
I humbly aspire, to be as strong as thee.

Attributed to Saint Thomas Bertalen in 619, Year of Orcsfall, at the commencement of the battle of Tilver's Gap.

[Winterborne]

Sometime in the evening, a well-dressed blonde man in red and gold and a wavy-haired brunette elf with golden skin and flowing green robes wandered into a home in the Palace district of the city.

A bit later, very odd noises could be heard in the house.

The pair was later seen emerging, him missing his coat and she her cloak. He wears a puzzled expression, and she wears a neutral one, sometimes broken by an impish grin.

The golden-skinned Elven woman is seen to have a conversation with a cat, who then leaves with a large group of other cats shortly after.

The man looks even more confused after the exchange and then follows her off towards the East Gate district.



An old woman in nightgown and slippers is heard nearby saying something about glimpsing a kobold in a suit with a bowtie but presently no others have confirmed her words.

[Darradarljod]

For those who observed the movements of peculiar late night characters in the city; after a few hours loitering at a garden bar of the East Gate district a massive, bald and black bearded gentlemen was seen to enter the Thayan Enclave alone on the late evening of the 12th of Ches. The longswordsman was decked in finery custom tailored to his horrifyingly muscular physique. He moved with the militant stride of a soldier rather than dawdling like the aristocrat he was dressed as.

Some who sat at the garden bar during his stay say they were sure it was Boris Vyacheslav, a former Knight-Commander of the Order of the Crimson Guard rumored to be a traitor to the Thayan race, or even dead.

As the little hours waned on and the East Gate bars and streets emptied of rabble, he was not seen to have left.

[LivT]

Some adventurers are becoming familiar with a Druidess named Iolana, who has began to trade medicines wherever she wanders; remedies to cure poisons, to heal wounds, or to boost strength, constitution and dexterity. It’s also said she can provide adventurers with Stoneroot, and crafts perfected alchemist fire and tanglefoot bags.

[Cinta]

A sturdy parchment is pinned on the billboard, black tint bearing an elegant handwriting, addressed to anyone who would look at it in the common language.

Citizens and Travelers

Heed the calling of the House of knowledge and expertise on All Things Magical, which resides in arms' length to you, in this very city.

The Temple of Mystra offers aid to all who struggle with mysterious afflictions, inexplicable items, mystic creatures or just the tedious need to know more about a certain topic of Arcane.

The Temple will not confiscate your items, steal your research, or oblige you to change your faith. The understanding of mysteries, the discovery of new magic, and the guidance of those who seek to learn more about Mystra's Weave, is on its own the essence of the Church's existence.

Mystery consorts,
Keeper Syndreth Fieryfey
The Church of Mystra

[Glowfire]

Adelaide was seen confronting a sobbing pickpocket with a blond man who witnessed the crime just outside the city gate. The pickpocket ran off into the city itself. A short while later Adelaide seems to have a frustrating conversation with a Flaming Fist Officer. After returning from a journey, she is seen heading to the Flaming Fist Headquarters with a tired expression and scroll in hand.