Rumours of Baldur's Gate

[Ri762]

The series of killings at the dockdistrict doesn't seem to end, the already floating rumors are enriched with stories about ritualistic murderscenes. Probably a tavernpatron looked to deep into a bottle.

[BlueHero45]

Rumors find there way to Baldur's gate of combat between elves and orcs out side the old temple of Bhaal

[Narijika]

There are talks about a fiery haired woman covered in blood with a decapitated corpse of a woman and an arm and a leg of a man in her arms, making her way toward Baldur's Gate.

Speculations say that there is no vacancy in her eyes and she hasn't been responsive to anyone, only muttering "It will be alright." to anyone who tries to speak with her. She's been determined to make her way toward the Gate.

[Ri762]

Over the last days the securitymeasurements at the buildingcomplex owned by the merchantleague have been visibly increased. Guards have been doubled at the frontdoor and archers have been positioned on the rooftops.

[Rocshanks]

A plump little balding man carrying to jugs of mead, settles himself next to the fireplace at the Elfsong. "Here you go Jimmy, get that down you" he offers out the second jug to his friend, a taller, thinner, grey haired older fellow who takes it happily with both hands. "Phil, have you heard about the commotion with that lanky streak-o-piss?" Jimmy utters over the crackling fire. Phil shakes his head "Nah, I ain't heard nout. What lanky streak-o-piss would ya be talking about then?" he leans forward with a egar interest. "You know! That Crownsilver bloke. My friends cousins uncle Frankie who's a cleaner at the Helm and Cloak over heard a couple of hounds taking. You know Frankie right?". Phil nods in acknowledgment "Aye, I think I do, sickly looking chap big black mustache right!".

Jimmy nods once and takes a slug of mead from the jug "Awwss S'good stuff that today". Setting the jug down on the table he wipe his mouth on his sleeve. "So what Frankie tells me is that he hears the hounds talking about how ole Crowny-boy got upset the other day. Over something or other, Frankie didn't hear that part." Phil nods, intrigued at the story and sips at his mead. Jimmy continues "Apparently, whoever it was that upset him is in some trouble. See what Frankie over heard was the hounds bitching about the new orders handed down from that fat little dwarf who's full of piss and vinegar." Jimmy lifts his mug from the table and makes a face "Wait till ya hear what those hounds orders are" He takes a gulp of mead.

Jimmy goes to open his mouth when he is interupted by "LAST CALL" that bellows from the bar. Jimmy turns to look at the bar as Phil pipes up "s'getting late. I'd better head on home to the little lady". Jimmy turns back in his seat and finishes his half full mug of mead then thuds it down on the table. "Well I'll tell you the rest of this wee story on the way home". They both stand and make there way out of the tavern.

[Tahlisar]

A large wide bodied galley puts into port in Baldur's Gate in the early morning, full of a very special cargo, filing down the ramp are not the usual collection of dockers and ship-rats but rank after rank of dour looking black cloaked Flaming Fist soldiers. They looks tired and unkepmt, but they look hardened and they look vengeful, the taverns fill with the sound of war stories and songs that night. Mugs raised to salute the deeds of "Norton's Bastards" home at last from the war in chult.

[Considerate_]

Songs and stories already start spreading from the camp fire after the first night the rough band of Flaming Fists stood guard at the Bridge. If the story is true there was several incidents that night, one particulare detailing a local minstrel being escorted from the bridge to the camp fire, while another group of Fists interrogated a man wearing a drow piwafi.

~The mighty Fist stand out in force~
~troublemakes they don't endorse!~
~Guiding the weak by hand if thy can,~
~or tearing off a dark elf cloak from a man!~

~They might seem a bit rough~
~but they're Norton's Bastards tough!~
~Indeed they get the job well done~
~it's law and order in the long run.~

((I'd just like to thank the players behind Norton's Bastards for some terrific RP, you really get the feeling of dealing with rough combat veterans rather than the local garrison. Brilliant RP, really loving it! =))

[The Jeweled Gauntlet]

Rumors arise of a large caravan of containing several wagons, carts of which the contentswere not fully discernible by the passer by, accompanied by several extremely wealthy merchants and armed mercenaries of a distant land, entering the City of Baldur's gate early one morning.

Several men dressed in the fine garb of well to do nobles were seen exiting a pristine enclosed wagon, holding about them an air of high stature, were seen speaking to the bridge guards. They were hastily then directed to The Helm and Cloak Inn for their stay in Baldur's Gate. It is rumored they sought to make an appearance with the Grand Dukes. Whether their request will be answered is yet to be seen, however the wagons, guarded by many heavily armed and well paid men, were permitted off to an undisclosed location after presenting papers to the Fist officers at the gate.

[Silver]

A hooded and cloaked woman enters the Burning Wizard on a cold night. She marches up to the barkeep, a broad smirk playing across her face, clearly indulging in her imminent mischief. She orders a long line of drinks, “Kneecrackers” of all different colours; blue, red, green and then—getting quite carried away—yellow, orange, violet, cyan, maroon and a host of other progressively more obscure and absurd chromatic variations. The barkeep, quite aware of the danger he is in, greets her order with a bemused and somewhat helpless expression. The woman smirks again and hands the barkeep a note. She gives firm instructions to forward the note to “Durendal”, or “Fragarach”, or “Jeff”, adding with a devilish grin that “any of them will do”. The note bears the dual seals of silver lips in a ‘kiss’ emblem, and a lilac flower. It reads:

To my old friend/puppet,

Watcher lured from shadows’ den,
Perhaps we’ll play this game again,
Silver eyes beneath silvery moon,
Watch as you once more raise the Rune,
Though this time I may change the game,
I promise it will end the same,
To smile while, among other things,
You dance once more upon my strings,
Then one will the other tear asunder,
And the persistent tingle makes you wonder,
As you look down the Wretched line,
Which of them works for me this time?

I am watching you.

Hugs and whispers,

Silver

The woman then abruptly turns and addresses the clientele at large. “This is hallowed ground”, she declares, pointing to the floor, “no one operates here without my permission”. She leaves rather swiftly, cloak billowing behind her.

[Cythraur]

A man walks into the Burning Wizard heavily armoured and masked in a silk hood.He orders a drink and a brief conversation passes between him, as it appears he is refused at first. However the barkeeper quickly changes his tune and regretfully hands him the drink along with a note.

Settling down to read it the man looks shocked at first but then he is seen giggling to himself as he writes a reply which spends a fair deal of time on. He slips it to the barkeeper along with his empty tankard and leaves the Wizard as would any other traveller.

[Tahlisar]

Having spent the best part of the night waiting for their moment the man's appearance signals a look of relief on the faces of the men and women who's duty is now complete. Satisfied that their mark has been and gone, half a dozzen innocuously dressed tavern patrons make eye contact with each other, just once, before they begin to trickle out of the burning wizard, each one going in apparently seperate directions.

[gstinger]

A human girl by the name of Evana wanders around the slums of Baldur's Gate, asking about a thieves guild.

[Blame The Rogue]

Rumor has it that Tymoran Romanichel, rogue, wizard, explorer...just "Ty" to his friends, was seen by a select few, doing extensive research at Candlekeep Library. When asked about his research, he simply replied, "We cannot repeat past mistakes". He emerged from the library after ten days of rifling through dusty old tomes looking rather haggard. He was not clean-shaven, his cheeks were a tad gaunt, and he had bags under his eyes, insinuating he had little food or sleep over the last tenday. His usual smile, sometimes smirk, has been replaced by a serious, and concerned look.

[vetinari]

Rumor has it that the Flaming Fist has built a siege fort right next to the Orphanage. They have taken to roughly searching visitors to the orphanage.

One young woman, the beloved "Harlequin Princess" of the orphanage children, known for performing puppet shows with her Love Aearion, and entertaining the children at least once a ten-day, was accosted by the Fist outside the orphanage.

She was disarmed and roughly searched, and then roundly insulted by the Fist when she suggested that the Siege fort should perhaps not have been placed next to the orphanage. Her Elven companion, Aearion confronted the Fist soldier for the insults and the rough fondling, and was shortly attacked and killed by two of the Fist soldiers.

Unfortunately for the children, the Harlequin Princess won't be performing for them until the siege is lifted. Even more unfortunately, if an enemy decides to use their siege engines to take out the Fist siege engines, the orphanage will be directly in the line of fire.

[Katzenjammer]

Troops from the First Company of the Fist enjoy a good round of drinks in various taverns around the town, several of them speaking about the two "mouthy civilians" they had in the camp earlier that day. The two wished to enter the camp, and were searched, their weapons taken from them. When they decided they wanted to look over the seige engines, however, the fun began.

The woman made several comments toward the soldiers, a memorable one being "Maybe you shouldn't have your staging area right next to an orphanage!". Trooper Thedren asked them to leave, as the soldiers did not require advice on their defenses from a civilian. He informed her of his opinion in a soldierly fashion, which the surrounding troops found quite entertaining. Particularly since she obviously had no clue what she was talking about. Regardless, the truly interesting part began after that, when her elven lover decided to put in his own two coppers. Thedren exercised remarkable restraint, as far as the onlooking soldiers were concerned and told the elf to leave, beginning a count.

The elf must have found the situation humorous, because he counted back at Thedren. The troops watching found it the height of stupidity on his part, but, to each his own. Fisticuffs began after that. A nearby Battlecaster turned to see the elf fighting with one of his fellow soldiers, and shortly thereafter there was a dead elf on the ground.

Following this, there were many comments made, and Sir Jonas Rokranon eventually became involved in it. The two, after the elf was taken care of, left with their friend, another elf, both of them continuing their mouthing off as they went. However, since they were no longer in the military camp, the troopers ignored them.

The story is quite good enough for the soldiers to earn a few drinks from their fellow patrons. Some of the patrons ask why the camp is there, but the only reply is "You don't have a need to know".