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

A finely dressed and well groomed man with what appears to be a collection of recently purchased cigars and fabrics in his arms looks over the notice as he heads through the city. He mutters under his breath to himself as an eyebrow lifts.

"For self proclaimed knights, they sure thrive off strife..."

He shakes his head with a slight chuckle and continues on his way.

GaretAthran wrote: ↑Sun Apr 12, 2020 10:42 pm
An illustration is posted in many places across Baldur's Gate, it is described as follows:
A rather generally drawn humanoid shape is holding a stick and poking it into the backside of what is clearly a bear while the bear looks back at the source of the poking very angrily. Between the bear and the person is a very thin fence. The person is labeled with the words "The Radiant Heart, House Darius & House Vale" while the bear is labeled with the words "The Zhentarim." The fence between the two bears the label "Baldur's Gate Trade Treaty."

Beneath the picture is written the caption "You can only poke a bear in the backside so many times before it turns around and bites your face off."

The street lamps illuminated the cobblestone streets in the East District, snow globes of brightness over the neighborhood. Inside one of these pockets, on the edge of the light, lay a homeless man covered in a patchwork of cloth that could pass for proper clothing in the right light. His head was covered by a rough-spun looking hood and his face shrouded in the lamplight from above. As people gradually went home and they pass the destitute man, they may have spotted a tin cup with a few sad copper bits inside of its battered exterior.

As fewer and fewer people are on the streets, the man sat, face down and hands out in supplication, until there are few to none left. At which point, the unfortunate soul gathered his things, the scattered refuse of the wealthier folk than he (which in all likelihood, included everyone), and counted his few copper bits in a weathered and dirtied hand.

He shuffled off, and paused as he spotted the poster depicting the bear. A course laugh emanated from his darkened countenance, and the lamplight flickered. Both he and the poster were gone.

As the night went on, said posters and their scribbles would gradually vanish from the walls of the Eastern District and Harbor District, leaving nothing but bare wall and most likely a whiff of someone pungent.

Unrelated, a bespeckled man wearing a very fabulous hat and with an impudent air can be seen taking down the posters in the Palace District. If asked, he'd reply with a curt tone and citing various city regulations about solicitors.

Kaden Asen wrote: ↑Tue Apr 21, 2020 7:42 am Posted outside The Radiant Heart Compound and a separate notice within the city.

Marietta happened upon the notice tacked up in the city and had a good laugh. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes.

"These imbeciles expect me to answer for something that occurred when I was fifteen years old..."

She then unceremoniously ripped down the parchment, crumpled it up, and tossed it into the nearest trash barrel.

A caravan was attacked at East of Wyrms crossings. A lady lost her husband and cries in front of the Radiant Heart Chapterhouse.

The Grand Knight assembles few adventurers from all different faithful and set up a defensive formation towards the source. Banners and cloaks can be seen marching from Eastern Farmlands. Among them are faithful of Dawnlord, Torm, and Red Knight stratergist.




after few fallen, and few stood against the Ancient Fallen undead Knight, triumph lead them back to the caravan where the flaming fist arrived.



all the adventurers were given a fine amount of gold by the Flaming Fist Champion Darryl for their bravery

A procession consisting of the Grand Knight, Saer Osric Vale, Alyssia Leonhart, Aiden Vega, and Tashia Galey escorted by a troop of Knights and soldiers of the Order of the Radiant Heart were seen leaving the farmlands on horseback. Once upon the River Chionthar, From there they continued along their way north and east along roads to the Forest Nation of Cormyr. Once they registered at the boarder, their escort remained on the other side of the boarder in to Cormyr. After a few days within the Forest Nation, the group was seen returning to the boarder to take back up with the escort and return to the city.

Melissar is seen walking around the southern part of the east gate district at night, as if looking for something or someone, at day, she returns to rest at the temple of Ilmater.

As The Fleetwood, in service to the Chionthar Charter & Seaward Supply Co., is loaded up with goods for what is said to be another journey in haste up river, the proprietor Jon Smythe—the original Smythe—is seen busy with last minute queries among traders in The Wide, toward short or horsebows that would be purchased for the “effort” in the East, near Elturel.

Making her way through the farmland Dawnbringer Aspen Meynolt approaches anyone willing to lend their ear to hear about the Morninglord, inviting them to welcome the dawn of the tenday's end with her in the arena located north of the Gate. As she enters through the palace district she continues assertively stopping persons on the street with a welcoming smile, inviting common and noble alike to her dawn service. Approaching the eastern walls she beings hanging flyer before making stop at the Blade and Stars inn. She leaves the inn with a basket in hand carrying bread and healing supplies towards the docks. There, she targets those looking without cause, offering them word of hope, of the purpose found in the Morninglord's light, his teachings of renewal and self-improvement, and imploring them to come to the dawn service.

An armored woman with a cloak of Ilmater was yelling angrily at a man with a black pointy hat and a cloak of Myrkul on the eastern farmlands campfire, it wasn't long before the man decided to teleport away and escape.

Around the campfire post in the Eastern Farmlands, some fowl cried foul when being kicked away.

But the biggest chicken just squawked.

Posters have been hung on message boards, along The Wide, and in friendly shops and institutions. Separate copies have been delivered to key hubs of artisans, as well: