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

Aaron Lyonaler could be seen spending some time at the memorials in the Palace District. A small bunch of Ireses are left at the foot of the monument, before he turns to leave

An elderly looking human, dressed in a floral-pattern light blue tunic and wearing a feathered hat, can be seen hand-delivering copies of a letter to various Temples around The Gate, starting at the Temple of Ilmater.



With a notable quick stride to his step, the man proceeds to deposit letters at The Halls of Inner Light, The Church of Mystra, The Radiant Heart chapterhouse, as well as the Duchal Palace.

The following day, an identical letter would be deposited at the Silver Rose compound near the Arms Inn, and a half day after that at the Temple of Lathander in Beregost. The venerable looking man, who might appear to be in his early fifties, would, without fail, be seen smiling cheerfully as he handed the letters to sentries and receptionists alike. The old man would be cordial in his greetings, and even seem a bit chatty if given the opportunity(... he is especially talkative about turnip farming).

Those who frequent the temple of the Broken God might be privy to the following rumour.


Late in the evening, a traveller having arrived with a passing caravan brings the broken body of a human woman of Calishite heritage to the temple. A large scar runs across the woman's body marring her from collar to hip the once bloody rent in padded leathers now dried and caked with dirt and filth from the road. Notably, a scar in the shape of the black hand of bane is scorched into her forehead. An amulet of four interlocking silver bands hangs from her neck. The necklace congruent with the symbology of Ibrandul.

Some words pass, and in time the body of the woman stirs, rising from the dreamless sleep to the scent of sick, the coppery tang of blood upon the air and a sense of profound disappointment. Several hours later the woman emerges from the temple into the pitch dark of the night streets fetching water from the nearby well. For the next few days, keen observers might note the sisters of the temple have a hooded helper wearing plain grey robes her features always shadowed deep within a sackcloth hood.

[Edit: Approved Via DM Golem]

For the fifth time in as many days, a certain elderly looking man in a feathered hat passed by the guards at the graveyards, presumably to make the rounds again...



... not long after he arrived, and just about the time the sun had started to rise, the old priest found himself even more besieged by shambling corpses than, perhaps, all the previous times put together. At one point even, the wrinkled man found himself rather hemmed in, a half dozen pairs of clawed hands, and a half dozen more rusty weapons, being swung wildly towards him... many of which connected, numerous tears and holes starting to form at the old fellows arms(which he had been using to try and ward off the numerous hits). So overwhelmed he was, it seemed to take the old man a while to bring himself into focus for what he had planned, and so hopelessly pinned, he appeared, that two passerbys, being a male wizard(with a celestial lion in tow) and a black-clad woman, started to rush to his aid. But, as before, the blue-garbed and unarmed senior simply raised a single hand into the air, and just at the moment the old priests rescuers arrived at the throng...

A bright flash of light enveloped the area, followed by a whooshing sound, and nearly the entire herd fell clattering to the soil. Save for one very resilient zombie, who was easily dispatched by the old priests two(and a half) saviors. They went their separate ways then, the old priest bustling into the City, and off towards the tailors, blushing, and chortling, and trying to cover the newly-torn hole in the seat of his pants...

Flyers appear throughout the districts of Baulder's Gate

A few armed men have investigated the Baldur's Gate graveyard. After their activities black smoke rose high from the area from the site of a bonfire. Those who might investigate the ashes find that undead remains were consumed by the fire, along with several books and evil seeming artifacts.

Over the past few days, the docks have bustled more frantically than even their usual fervour. An odd mix of fishermen, adventurers, sailors and other Baldurians of the docks seem to be preparing something. Rumours roam freely of a festival, apparently a charitable event held for the war orphans and street kids of the Gate and its environs; The Harbour Festival, one would be told, is to be held this tenday, with a fundraising party for the well-to-do aboard the Siren Song.

Strangest of all this, however, is that the so-called charity is openly run by the Church of Umberlee, spearheaded by a hooded, enigmatic Wavemistress by the name of Whitecap. She, at the centre of the barely organised chaos, openly spreads word of this festival and encourages "donation" through a disorienting combination of heartfelt persuasion and the looming implication of the Sea Queen's wroth upon those unwilling to give generously.

Crudely written posters appear before too long around the city, scribed with the enthusiastic ineptitude of a barely literate dockworker:

The Captain Fenix Wandersoul and Flora Fisher could be seen being terrible influences on the children at the Harbor Festival.

Osric of House Vale is oft spotted during the week at the Shelf of Many Books, perusing its magical volumes with arduous tenacity. For several nights in a row, he does not go home until the establishment is closing and when he does so, his eyes are near crimson from the heavy strain of endless reading.

A delegation consisting of members of various groups associated with Baldur's Gate in addition to a delegation made up of several members of Kraak Helzak, met within the walls of the Radiant Heart Auxiliary House. Some time later the attendees leave the Keep, all seem amicable, friendly and hopeful words are exchanged in parting.

After an evening of conversations amongs some individuals by the Farmlands campfire, a grey-clad woman makes her way over to the campsite near the Radiant Heart Chapterhouse inhabited by the Kheldriverian (?) refugees. With her is a basket of goods, and she offers to make soup by the campfire to share. Were they willing, she begins her craft, listening to the stories and day-to-day struggles of those present. Before leaving, she offers to look over those who might not be in the best of health, leaving some supplies behind her for care.

Were the stanger's name asked, she would simply introduce herself as 'Linetheil'.