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

A woman was seen falling or jumping off the cliff near Ulgoth's into the water below. A few adventurers nearby went to the shore, two of them diving in to try and find and save this woman.

However, nothing seems to have come of it. The group was seen leaving the shore empty handed, no extra, rescued woman. There really didn't seem to be very much of anything at all, actually.

The High Lady of the Halls is seen infrequently on the shoreline fishing, humming a lovely tune to herself as she does so, looking rather content and happy.

*On a night in Ulgoth's Beard, a hooded genasi druid can be seen by the pond, holding a woman wearing a flower crown and speaking gently with her in Sylvan. The woman grows weaker, but she smiles happily. Eventually, the ill woman has passed, and the man takes her away. He can be heard in the distance playing music as a final farewell before going up to the cliffs to be consumed by grief alone.*

A storm comes! As spring drifts into summer the coast anticipates fierce weather to celebrate the change. Those in-tune with that cycle anticipate a tremendous occasion in a building tempest. What's more, the youngest Circle of nature's sentinels in the territories around Baldur's Gate have announced a big bash in observance of this storm!

Whether by word of mouth or truly poorly-written exultations, word spreads that wild and foolhardy festivities will come about - whenever the anticipated storm strikes.

(( The Anachaine community is hosting an event on Saturday the 19th! A social event to introduce ourselves to the coast and enjoy roleplay at large. Bring a character, enjoy the thunder, meet the up-and-coming forestal organization!
This celebration will be at Ulgoth's Beard, Along the Chointhar north of Baldur's Gate. Follow the following link to discover your time zone's particular "when": https://everytimezone.com/?t=60cd3380,474 ))

Upon hearing of the upcoming said bash near or in the town of his residence from patrons at the Anchor, Derik listens closely.

Not one to dissuade parties really, this one seems to concern him and he quietly looks into it a bit.

A tall, thin man of indeterminate origin has taken up residence in the local inn after arriving in the company of an elderly sage. He spends his days combing the beaches at a leisurely pace or lost in conversation with local fishermen; he delights in lending the less successful anglers a sympathetic ear, and expresses a heartfelt desire to help them change their fortunes for the better.

Shortly after the arrival of the elderly gentleman, a barge laden with several crates of astronomical equipment and arcane volumes is seen offloading its cargo onshore. The crates are delivered to the top floor of the bearded mermaid and the deckhands in charge of the delivery are tipped handsomely for their service. Merkav, as the eccentric diviner comes to be known as, opens his makeshift study to locals wishing to buy minor auguries, natal charts for their newborns, or to simply make his acquaintance during the hours of the day but secludes himself at twilight, when the celestial bodies are most visible.

As day turns to night, the Heartwarder appears in Ulgoth's Beard, under pouring rain, she stands uptop the shoreline, guarded by wards unseen and yet mind protected. A fire burns behind Emerald eyes even as crimson hair mats her face, in stark contrast to the soft gentle light given by her armor. Fists tightened in seething rage.

"It's time to save these people"

Word goes out around town and the ferrymen and such that the Last Anchor has obtained several hundred pounds of bounty of fresh fish! For the next several days, prices are down there for fish steaks, fillets, chowder and other such dishes.