Rumors & Events of Soubar

[DM Arrakeen]

A new post is soon enough pinned onto the bullet-on board of the Soubar. The culprit of the newly pinned parchment a small hin women with snow white hair dressed formally in black attire. A few crest and declarations may be able to be made out if viewed upon the upper right of the part of the black vest of the women.

The first a clear symbol of Ubtao hanging along a golden necklace upon her neck.

A Zentarium crest is pinned upon her black vest above an iron token of from sort that would be indistinguishable to those without much knowledge of chultan society.

The women turns and leaves the area traveling south after leaving the letter on the board.

"Purchasing corpses, no questions asked."

"Prices may vary from 5 bags, to 200 bags depending on the rarity, size, previous disposition, or bundle offered."

"If you have an offer, drop the body off nearby bridge at dusk."

"Don't waste my time with scandals, undead or questions."

The newest posting on the board became the topic of a few discussions that eve at the Tavern. Some speculated a new necromancer might be moving to town; others wondered if they should head toward the front to make a quick coin out it.

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The priest places a few coppers on the bar for Betha as he reaches for the ale, not saying anything in return to her words as he tries to pick up what Harmony and Shifty are talking about. He gives Mag a nod in greeting as she beckons him. "I'll see you about, Betha," he raises the ale slightly in gratitude and then heads into the kitchen, trying to judge Mag's mood.

Price speculations relating to shields, something about a shortage of a particular type of bolts and copper wires, and a new trap design were the only details that the priest's ears caught.

[Zeland]

Ebon Blade Daily - Militia Training

A new face makes himself apparent in the daily Militia training routines, wearing black armor of high quality, despite many dents and scrapes, with unkempt dark hair tied back with a bloody rag, a scruffy beard, and a notable burn upon his neck. The man can be seen supervising the training drills and occasionally stepping in to teach the militia certain combat strategies. He watches the exercises intently from the courtyard, looking for any weaknesses among the members.

[TheTwiste11491]

Ebon Blade Daily - Militia Training

A new face makes himself apparent in the daily Militia training routines, wearing black armor of high quality, despite many dents and scrapes, with unkempt dark hair tied back with a bloody rag, a scruffy beard, and a notable burn upon his neck. The man can be seen supervising the training drills and occasionally stepping in to teach the militia certain combat strategies. He watches the exercises intently from the courtyard, looking for any weaknesses among the members.

Further back stands a man adorned in black armor with golden accents. He takes notes of the militia'straining and the methods used by the man in black. He makes it apperent that he is overseeing their exercises though he does not interfere with them.

[AsuraKing]

At mid-day a finely groomed gentleman in ornately decorated armor with an emerald encrusted symbol of the Tyrant Lord Bane hanging around his neck enters the Winding Way. An aura of dread fills the Tavern as he climbs the steps and enters the main hall. After a brief moment of inspecting the current patrons within in Tavern, he makes his way over to the bar and offers a polite smile to the owner of the establishment, Mag.

"Good day Miss Mag, Barristan Schulltze is the name, do you have a moment to speak on that letter I sent?"

[Leramak]

At mid-day a finely groomed gentleman in ornately decorated armor with an emerald encrusted symbol of the Tyrant Lord Bane hanging around his neck enters the Winding Way. An aura of dread fills the Tavern as he climbs the steps and enters the main hall. After a brief moment of inspecting the current patrons within in Tavern, he makes his way over to the bar and offers a polite smile to the owner of the establishment, Mag.

"Good day Miss Mag, Barristan Schulltze is the name, do you have a moment to speak on that letter I sent?"

Morgan would be sitting across from the bar looking though a book while sipping some tea. She would casually raise her eyes for moment looking at the gentlemen then Mags before focusing back on her book.

[FearBeforeTheFlames]

The Winding Way Inn has recently played host to several additional guests. Kordren Ivatrix, Astere Laroux and Morgan Blackrose are seen frequently within the tavern, lingering amongst the patrons and taking their meals. When approached, the group made mention of their desire to speak with Mag, the tavern's owner, regarding business relating to Soubar.

[DM Arrakeen]

At mid-day a finely groomed gentleman in ornately decorated armor with an emerald encrusted symbol of the Tyrant Lord Bane hanging around his neck enters the Winding Way. An aura of dread fills the Tavern as he climbs the steps and enters the main hall. After a brief moment of inspecting the current patrons within in Tavern, he makes his way over to the bar and offers a polite smile to the owner of the establishment, Mag.

"Good day Miss Mag, Barristan Schulltze is the name, do you have a moment to speak on that letter I sent?"

The town's leader nodded to the Dreadmaster. "Aye, we can talk. Ye wish to speak here or in private?"

Morgan would be sitting across from the bar looking though a book while sipping some tea. She would casually raise her eyes for moment looking at the gentlemen then Mags before focusing back on her book.

The Winding Way Inn has recently played host to several additional guests. Kordren Ivatrix, Astere Laroux and Morgan Blackrose are seen frequently within the tavern, lingering amongst the patrons and taking their meals. When approached, the group made mention of their desire to speak with Mag, the tavern's owner, regarding business relating to Soubar.

Perceptive as always, Mag murmured something to Betha and sent the girl over to the table when the trio was seated. The young lass offered one of her well-known bright smiles. "What will you have this evening? Mag'll be right with you when her other guest departs. Oh, and I had the hay under the cots changed today," she grinned again, obviously proud of her work.

[FearBeforeTheFlames]

Perceptive as always, Mag murmured something to Betha and sent the girl over to the table when the trio was seated. The young lass offered one of her well-known bright smiles. "What will you have this evening? Mag'll be right with you when her other guest departs. Oh, and I had the hay under the cots changed today," she grinned again, obviously proud of her work.

Betha's smile produced a similar expression of Kordren's own. The magi tipped his hat to Betha in a somewhat exaggerated manner, his tone grateful as he replied. "We'll be quite happy to wait, dear Betha." He began. "And our thanks for your hard work maintaining the cots."
With another flourish, Kordren reached into his coat and produced a single gold coin. He slipped the currency toward Betha as he spoke again. "For your efforts." He explained. "We'll have an ale while we wait." The magus nodded toward the woman, before resettling his attention on his surrounding company.

[TheTwiste11491]

Outside of Bladehold, Mercenaries are seen out and about strapping packs to horses and checking gear. Their Captain among them all seemingly to load a horse of his own. They all are armed with silver weapons and seem to be taking an extended leave from their Hold. Once the men are finished with the task of loading what they deem necessary they make their way north west towards Boarskyre Bridge

[AsuraKing]

The town's leader nodded to the Dreadmaster. "Aye, we can talk. Ye wish to speak here or in private?"

"Wonderful, yes lets speak in private if we may."

[DM Arrakeen]

Betha's smile produced a similar expression of Kordren's own. The magi tipped his hat to Betha in a somewhat exaggerated manner, his tone grateful as he replied. "We'll be quite happy to wait, dear Betha." He began. "And our thanks for your hard work maintaining the cots."
With another flourish, Kordren reached into his coat and produced a single gold coin. He slipped the currency toward Betha as he spoke again. "For your efforts." He explained. "We'll have an ale while we wait." The magus nodded toward the woman, before resettling his attention on his surrounding company.

After picking up the offered coin, Betha curtsied, which in on itself was quite out of sorts in the place such as the Winding Way Tavern. "Thank you, sir," the lass smiled, cheeks turning slightly pink. "I hope you all have a good night sleep tonight. And 3 ale steins coming right up!" she hurried back to the counter, filled the cups and delivered them to their table before moving to another one.

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"Wonderful, yes lets speak in private if we may."

"So be it. Follow me," Mag stepped around the bar and began walking toward the kitchen.

[Balthomer]

Soubar

More often these days, Mag could have been seen walking around her settlement and taking time to speak with the locals, the merchants, and a few individuals belonging to the monster races, namely the ogres and the were-rats. The leader of Soubar visited the construction site stretched over the town's walls where she spent quite a while inspecting the progress and discussing details with the architect and one of the stonemasons. Before returning to the Tavern, she took a moment to observe the Militia during one of their training drills.

A man wearing a white mithral full plate and a steel helmet approaches Mag while bowing slightly to her:

"Greetings, my name is Alland Lyonson IX Second Blade stationed here in Soubar serving under Sergeant Michael Dunn, I have been assigned by the Ebon Blades Commander to make sure the wall reparations are top notch and are finishes as soon as possible, tell me if you need anything I will be around making sure the workers are alright."

((Moved to the appropriate thread. DM Soulcatcher))

[kitteninablender]

Rumors abound of an excessively WILD party in Soubar.

Stories tell of incredibly loud music, flashing lights, and a company of no less than a dozen Sharessian women from various Festhalls parading into the Winding Way.

Those few souls able to go upstairs into the rooms found that they had been rented by a man wearing Red Robes who referred to himself as "The Professor" and occasionally "Ozzy" by a few of his comrades who all joined in the festivities with great merriment.

Devilweed smoked filled the air of the establishment. Dreamleaf was snorted off of the ample bosoms of numerous tavern wenches, and the alcohol poured until the sun crept over the horizon.

There was bad singing. Even worse dancing. Spontaneous nudity. And even, at one point, a marvel of technological engineering that the Professor referred to as a "Beer Bong."

Rumors followed that the event was followed there-after by a subsequent Orgy, which winded down the evening of events until all patrons involved passed out from the sheer exhaustion.

A party of such Sin and Depravity that it would make a Succubus blush a deeper shade of RED.

This was clearly a party meant for people to party as if there was no tomorrow.

And based upon the threat which loomed over the Horizon...was a very strong possibility.

[DM Arrakeen]

A man wearing a white mithral full plate and a steel helmet approaches Mag while bowing slightly to her:

"Greetings, my name is Alland Lyonson IX Second Blade stationed here in Soubar serving under Sergeant Michael Dunn, I have been assigned by the Ebon Blades Commander to make sure the wall reparations are top notch and are finishes as soon as possible, tell me if you need anything I will be around making sure the workers are alright."

((Moved to the appropriate thread. DM Soulcatcher))

Mag stared at the immaculately dressed and armored mage for a moment with a mildly baffled expression. Finally, she nodded. "Ye taking over from Brigitte? There've been some rumors about someone possibly sabotaging the construction, so ye should investigate that."

[Rain]

At dusk, with shields bearing the crude lizard mark, two armored males lingered in the bridge's vicinity for a few minutes before leaving behind two humanoid corpses wrapped in stained linen. Using a rusty knife, they pinned a message to one of the bodies. They were seen heading to the High Moor next.

Leave the payment at the Winding Way.
The Frilled Lizards

The door to the winding way inn soon enough creeks open. A small hin with snow white hair bearing a symbol of a beholder upon her cloak makes her way inside the inn in a light step. After making her way inside she looks to the note once more then taking a look around for these so called frayed lizards.