Across the City of Baldur's Gate and its surroundings, word is spread that a new Khazak was appointed to the local Thayan Enclave.
The Name "Khazark Kahanak Habdilof" is heard and shared plenty of times with shock and surprise by the many people knowing the man as a sailor merchant.
In the poor quarters of the city, a few live chicken were given to the less fortunate, gracefully offered by the order of the Khazark of the Enclave.
The Enclave will now welcome people with their offers and orders or business offers. (Contact JCVD1 on the forums or the Red Wizard group)
The Herald wrote:In the Palace district, an establishment rarely visited by adventurers known as The Shelf of Many Books has been seeing increased activity the last few days. One afternoon, a man dressed in an elegant and stylish outfit and a woman wearing a blue dress so loud it was painful to the eyes have been seen entering and leaving the library several times. Workers could be noticed carrying chairs and a table inside along with some decorative paintings (one or two noticeably worse than others). One morning when the sun crept up over the horizon, the sign in front of the establishment would have a smaller one underneath it with the words "and Baldur's Gate Herald" painted on it in a plain but legible script.
A Hin stands in front of the building with the new addition to the old sign. Taking a deep breath he walks in. "Here goes nothing."
A spirited hin can be seen dashing from the Shelf of Many Books and Baldur's Gate Herald. Passerby say he had the biggest smile on his face and eyes full of glee. Stopping every few paces he hollered in a high voice "EXTRA! EXTRA! Read all about it!" and then continued on running, smiling.
The hin known as Kith Kannon can be seen outside the Shelf of Many Books (and the Baldur's Gate Herald). He paces anxiously, speaking to any passerby as he awaits word from Endelyon.
A man in a resplendent yellow cloak by the name of Eldarian Al’maire, and a blonde woman by the name of Eleanor Valo are seen entering different temples as the first of the sun's rays glitter in the city of Baldur’s Gate.
After they approach the altars within and pay their respects, the two are seen giving gifts to the priests and priestesses of their respective faiths on behalf of the temple of Lathander in Beregost. Eldarian presents a bag of gold to the clergy and Eleanor pulls out a few freshly baked blueberry pies to pass around.
The temples they take their time visiting are as follows: The temple of Tempus, Torm, Gond, Tymora, and Helm.
"That's what they all say! Never heard a thief admit to his crimes, even whilst in the act, isn't it so!" was heard by some people walking the road south of the Baldors Gate bridge. They would might possibly even recognized the young lady as Terri Lalani. She was being harassed by some Flaming Fist guards. Claims of her being a theft was the talk. The items that was being discussed as the possible stolen merchandise was some closed barrels and crates, the contents not visible. After the Fist Mercenary patted down Terri, a bit too eagerly perhaps, coin exchanged hands and Terri headed off south to calls of "She's still here! Should we charge her for insubordinatiion?" She is seen running off quickly after that.
A large group of regional leaders and prominent social figures from as far away as Doron Amar, Nashkel, and Candlekeep were seen to gather at the Merchant's League building in Baldur's Gate on the second day of the month of Uktar.
Rumor has it that the Council of Four has formed a committee for the collaborative improvement of the city and its allies. But are two, three, four, or more heads truly better than one?
Opinion seems to vary from "it's about time people started doing something for the whole of the realm, instead of holing up in their little castles" to "I bet they were all just drinking good wine and scheming up ways to take even more of our money!"
"J'avais cru plus difficile de mourir . . ." I had imagined it was more difficult to die . . .
Despite the cold and rainy weather Eleanore is seen once more carrying a heavy basket no doubt filled with freshly baked goods. She goes from one temple to the next and even offers a cookie or two to some beggars and children that she passes by while she offers a kind and genuine smile to everyone.
Rumor has it that a torrential rain hit Baldur's Gate on the 10th of Uktar. None caught in it were said to be pleased...nor completely dry from some days to come. Humor made about Fist soldiers possibly drowning in their suits of armor by a man arriving at the East Gate, encumbered in soaked clothing, also did not go over well.
Good thing there is no crime made in poorly made jokes....
As J.G. Ballard has said, "It's a mistake to hold back and refuse to accept one's own nature."
Rumor has it a recently new arrival from Waterdeep helped the merchant league and a captain of a merchant ship come to a better mutual understanding in business dealings. The captain seems to be able to work with the Merchant League better than before and the Merchant League seems to be able to understand the captain's operations better. Hopefully these two continue work together better.
The awesomely muscled and charismatic dark man had been strolling through the city of Baldur's Gate for what felt like an eon now, perhaps long enough for a blood-mark to form on the left kidney.His palpable gaze resting on the Shelf of Many Books as if the depth of it saw through the very walls. Before long, he would know the people' critique of his work.
Before long, he would know if the flavor of almond, apple-spiced coffee encompassing his tastebuds was a second coming of Sharess, or merely a preemptive strike by Bartender Joy to have him hooked on the reasonably-priced concoction.
Writing in the point-provoking, factual language that would bring about the inevitable protests of paladins and clergymen alike, he lifted a gauntleted digit towards the architectural clouds and privately thanked Bane for the coming, enterprising success.
He thought upon the rival newspaper and what Elly had said, his final, introspective thoughts before entering the library. . .
“You’re damn right it’s a war.”
Molder: Editor of The Tribune
Valiant: Shrewd, sadistic disguise-strategist; retiring
