By now the war camp near the Bhaalist temple has really taken shape. Several catapults have arrived, and many Knights of the Triad, Flaming Fist soldiers, and volunteers and mercenaries populate the camp. Elementals and treants, courtesy of the Keepers of the Elder Circle, help protect the allied forces along with many archers and knights as they continue to make preparations for the upcoming assault.
Maximus of Tyr, Merielle of Ilmater, and Jonas of Torm are seen moving to and fro taking care of details and any issues that arise. They have given orders that no one approach the fortress of evil, and encourage all to move south by swinging around through the borders of the Cloakwood. Rangers and Fist scouts help facilitate travelers as they follow this instruction.
When asked how they can help, the less seasoned recruits are instructed to help fletch arrows, brew potions, and gather supplies that will be useful in the time to come. The more battle-hardened men and women train hard, or go about scouting missions to keep the enemy at bay until the assault begins. Many help defend the camp from enemy sorties.
Confidence seems to be pretty high, as despite the fearsome tremors that shake the ground from time to time, Merielle and Jonas seem overall calm and confident, and the unshakable faith the Triad forces have in 'Saint Merielle' and the Flaming Fists' determination to follow orders set a good example to the other people gathered.
The flaming fist guards speak of dangerous prisoner that escaped day before his execution. Those who listen to their gossip learn that prisoner called himself The Black One and was leader of Bane's church. They are not certain how he maneged to escape. They found jailor under a illusionary spell Solipsism. Citizens speak of flaming fist mercenary that took prisoner out of Bladur's Gate. Those rumors also trouble the dukes of Baldur's Gate themselves.
The prisoner left his cell painted with blood. His drawings show a huge hand above castle. Many sees this castle as Baldur's Gate and hand is his or Bane's which means he wants to control the city. There are also written prayers but most of them are unreadable, only thing they manage to read is: People are defenseless in lands where Bane rule...
Despite the fact that the order had been given repeatedly, warning people away from the Bhaalist temple, the foolish still attempted to attack it. Many died, some more than once. Much to the frustration of those in charge at the camp, Sir Jonas and Sister Merielle and Sir Maximus, they were already going through supplies quickly. It was suggested by some that the foolish be left for dead.
Still preperations continued, the well and the hospital were both completed, more Knights and able persons of all fields continued to show up, more siege equipment made its way to the camp. The group worked hard to keep things in one piece and keep order. Tensions were high, tempers were short.
Due to the number of alcohol-induced arguments, drinking within the encampment is now kept to a minimum. 'We cannot afford drunkards while we sit at the enemy's doorstep and they could attack at any moment.'
After enduring days of shaking and skirmishes that have threatened to rattle the encampment apart, catapults hurled boulders from the Bhaalist courtyard. It will take some time to repair the damaged walls, for now guards are posted near the gaps, and the Druids have graciously lent Treants and Shambling Mounds to fill the holes.
Lately though spirits seem to have lifted about the encampment. There are whispers of a Divine being coming to the camp. An angel, messenger to the Crying Lord, who came to offer hope, and bid Sister Merielle go before Ilmater himself. None but Merielle could say what transpired on Mount Martyrdom, but the Faithful of the Triad now whisper reverently. After Merielle was absent for some time she returned with Ilmater himself at her side. His booming voice was heard to give Merielle one final command before he departed:]
"Now go My Chosen, and let Mercy guide your steps!"
[He touched her shoulder and she was enveloped in light. Ever since then, her radiance has inspired calm and faith to those seeking to stand against Bhaal's faithful. Some whisper of 'Saint' Merielle... But regardless of whether or not titles are bestowed, it has offered many much hope in these dark and shadowed times.
Merielle turns to them and smiles speaking softly]
'It is well friends, for the Hand of Mercy is at our backs. We shall not fail!'
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"Play nice." Mum "Mercy, even to the least deserved." "Revenge is beneath me, but Accidents happen..." "Even Echoes fade to silence."
The ban on alcohol is not well received especially in some of the segregated mercenary camps where they use it to help them unwind. Rumors run that skirmishes between some of the mercenary's and knights of the triad have broken out. With neither side willing to bring their superiors into the situation tensions remain high.
"You got it buddy; the large print giveth, and the small print taketh away!"
A uniquely dressed hin as been seen with carts of good rolling down the road. Passing the siege camp, without a care in the world. The gnolls and other creatures patrolling the area not attacking him nor his mens.
Crossing the frontline and heading straight to the fortress where Bhaaliste holds up. Lots of exotic materials have been unloaded at the dock lately and are rumored to be heading there as well.
One asked the merchant why he was doing so. Why wasnt he helping the triad instead.
"They didnt want my wares! But they do! And they pay very well. Thats all I have to say"
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After using his teleport crystal to escape the mob of angry do-gooders, Pito reappeared in his cabin on the Lucky Coin. But before he could set sail, the local autorities had already arrested the crew. Pito was sent to jail.
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- Cirkus Longstick = Pyromaniac and lover of the hot and beautiful Ember! - Rupert McTwain = Corporal of the Flaming Fist
The Triad camp has been a bit puzzled lately. It is hard too miss Tessian Silene, for all his garroulousness and loquaciousness. Yet, they have. The camp has noticed that within the last day, no one has seen or heard him. He missed breakfast that morning.
DM Phantom: "I can't escape from him...I never will."
Tessian Silene: You can't be serious. Seriously. You can't.
Word spreads quickly that Jonas Rokranon, paladin of Torm and Knight of the Order of the Radiant Heart, has been granted nobility status and an estate due to his service in commanding the Triadic/Flaming Fist siege against the Bhaalist temple along the Trade Way.
Apparently shortly after the evil in the fortress was stopped, Jonas journeyed to Baldur's Gate to report to the Council of Four of the success and relinquish command of the Fist forces that had been under him. He left the Ducal Palace as a distinguished member of the nobility of the city.
Sergeant Harrow was seen taking in a large action figure to the Candlekeep Jail; some of the men currently sent in at the moment would say that Barvok expected to send for a larger patrol in the coming weeks to pick this man up and be sent to the more secure cells in Baulder's Gate.
(Also, at the same time Rente Ashall was seen carrying Sister Abby's dead body. It rather strangly spurted blood in the two areas that had a chance in helping her.
Some words have been said lately about a large man in spiky armor, who got himself kicked out of every taverns of Baldurs because of his rudeness.
Some said that he talked against the elfs, the triad, and the fist at the same time, cursing them, while drinking like a pig.
Other said that this men tryed to grab every girls on the road at night, smeling high alcool and sweat.
One thing is sure though, is that he wrote something on the billboard near the elfsong tavern.
"Lastcoin in jail, too many elfs around, what to say 'bout the girls now..
Nothin left for me here, for now.
If ye got unfinished buisness with the ol' Randall, come and get me in Waterdeep. I'll be at the Beaumelon's Bordello most of the time, if my arse isn't yet in this damned wall in the afterlife. Might be back in some month if this place finally get some interesting buisness for me, but I doubt it."
Dustin Spelloyal was seen being dragged through the streets of Beregost, bound and seriously beaten along with two others by Trent Marnimane, Ivaris and a Beregost guardsman. He was taken into the temple of Lathander, and later his body was seen being removed from town. According to rumour he was executed on charges of necromancy, after being caught red handed by Trent and Ivaris in the woods.
The Guards of the Flaming Fist Prison notice that Filth, who is sentenced to be hung is no longer in his cell. There are no cracked locks, doors, or escape holes, the man simply gone. None of the prisoners can explain his disappearance, it is as if none of the prisoners noticed he had left. One prisoner however, spoke of faint, pale white light glowing from Filth's cell during the night. It is rumored however, that Filth was picked up off the trade way by two travelers after seeing a strange wall of bright magic in front of Filth, sitting on the ground before it. The travelers lead Filth to the Sanctuary of Ilmater in Baldurs Gate where he now rests.
Chance Ducet - Inactive
Fup Tinklebottom - Inactive
Tar Mendt - Inactive
Faberge - Active
Rumors spread of a Druid in a green hood and Elven, making inquires of a human man known as Loki. They say he is known Banite and has returned from the beyond; having been slain by the Druid known as Galen'ael some time ago....
They also say he frequents company with a black hooded Elven female; though they didn't give a name....and that this Elf gives all he meets a description of the man and warning that he is powerful and once unleashed a great evil upon the lands of Baldurs Gate....
Great Druid, Galen'ael Glenstalker. Former DM Steel
Noble man was assassinated in his home. Speculation falls onto his wife, who many believe had him killed when she discovered his mistress. Other suspects are rival timber companies who would have lost thousands of gold after losing lumber rights to a forest.
"You got it buddy; the large print giveth, and the small print taketh away!"
Rumour has it a stoic one eyed elf arrived at the site of the passed siege at the head of a caravan of hins. It looked for all the world to be a party on wheels as the hins drank, ate, and gerenally were hins.
After a quick conversation with the fist quatermaster, the hins and elf loaded the pallisade wood onto carts and proceeded south generally following the path. The singing and marryment could easily be heard. The elf endured it.
Wthyran Tal - Drooling, scarred and generally acidic.
Tarnok Deadsbane - Talk about guilt.