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

Rumour spread of Circle agents, including the Guide Sussuri Oreb'le'i, seen searching and making inquiries at even the lowest dives in the darkwoods concerning the illustrous gnome Drem and the orcess druid Kaltyra.

A small, bitter looking drow male is seen frequenting Gloura's. His attire, a heavy suit of armour, is the worse for wear - as is the male in general. It is almost as if he has faced some calamity out in the wilds, and seeks to drown his sorrows.

The male soon begins making clear to the patrons that he is available for hire as a guard and mercenary. Daug, he gives his name as; his accent thick and common, marking him as having grown up amidst the scum of the Darkwoods.

Some of course may remember such a male from more than two progressions ago, when he was once a frequent sight on the streets of the city. At that time, they may remember he claimed membership of the elite mercenaries Bregan D'earthe, and was often accompanied by his tanarukk servant.

Of course, they may not.

Seemingly, he has fallen on hard times since then.

Throughout the cycle, large quantities of unrefined mithral are carted to the Darkspires by drudges of the Shieldbreaker clan. The process is overseen by an unnaturaly pale and large drow; neither a Szarkai, nor a full blooded specimen either, the drow Judicator nevertheless cuts an imposing figure standing tall amidst the squat grey dwarves. As the procession is swallowed by the darkness of the hellish forge, the drow stands still for a moment to admire the grim smiths' handiwork. He grinned with satisfaction as the armor slowly took shape, flashing a pair of venomous fangs. He is last seen paying a generous sum to the duergar taskmaster.

The white top hat wearing drow necromancer is seen gathering wagons along with three other coven of darkness members . The wagons are being loaded with gems and good of all kinds ."Make sure these arrive at baulders gate for the enclave no mishaps " . The four drow nod and depart the city .

A drow mage with pale blond hair and light blue eyes has for the past tendays been seen around Sshamath. Should one pay special attention to this mage, it would be noticed that he frequents the School of Conjuration, the Tower of the Masked Mage and various taverns. If his name is inquired after, the given one would be Conjurer Vesche.

Imps flutter feverishly around the Dark Weavings bazaar, seeking out drow and other races clad in wizards' regalia. They dispense pamphlets stamped with the ocular sigil of the school of Illusion&Phantasm and penned in a Nightlight mushroom extract ink which lends the script a luminescent glow.

Let it be known that Kren'zar Faerzhind, holder of the rank of Mage by the graces of Master of Illusion, Felyndiira T'orgh and the omnipotent Conclave of Sshamath, is seeking individuals specialized in the school of Divination to assist him with a private project. Owing to the task's sensitive nature, details and reimbursement for services rendered are to be discussed directly with the issuer of this pamphlet. Affiliation with the school of Divination will severely reduce one's eligibility and chances of employment; all applicants are subject to questioning within a Zone of Truth enchantment. Interested parties are cordially invited to seek out Mage Kren'zar Faerzhind at his quarters within the school of Illusion&Phantasm.

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Rumor would flutter from the lips of the various inhabitants of Sshamath about a masked Yathrin carrying what looked to be a trader wearing the apparel of those recently sought for by a individual by the name of Shekels. Having no prior connection the Yathrin looked around to the passersby.

"Heed this, send word to this one known as Shekels and inform the Ilbith that I Nediira Hunt'lar have one of his traders and various wares. The Ilbith can find me at the Spider's Kiss."

The previous night, several people gathered in the Spider's Kiss, some which were rumoured to be from the Night Above and looking for lost couriers and parcels. Conjurer Vesche was seen meeting and speaking with them. A short but menacing looking drow stood guard over the conjurer.

The meeting turned tense and the conjurer lost interest. He was instead taken by the appearance of a tall pale woman who he could be seen speaking later with over wine, and with an un-invited yet politely treated drow female in dark armor.

A relatively young tall drow in rugged attire (it is hard to tell what kind of drow his clothes used to represent, as destroyed as they are, from what must have been a long and troublesome journey) can be seen in Gloura's Wing. While drow value the all things of beauty and his clothes are clearly torn, the skin underneath is displaying the clean obsidian colour without any signs of scars or wounds.

The watchful eye can see how his interest is sparked as soon as any of the Schools of Magic of Sshamath is mentioned.

It would seem he is looking to get in contact with one of the Schools even if in a very descret and careful manner.

Nyloth Tanor'Thal can be seen descending into the city holding what seems like long object completely covered in cloth. His clothes are tattered and face gives a tired vibe. He disappears in the dark alleys of Sshamaths.

The scruffy drow warrior Daug can be seen swaggering in to Gloura's, ordering an expensive mushroom wine instead of his usual bitter black beer. If asked what the occasion is, he would state that fine things are well within the reach of a Bregan mercenary.

It is clear however that he doesn't actually like the wine. His second drink is his regular beer again.

A note is put up on the noticeboard in central Sshamath, and likewise on the one in the Darkwoods.

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Daug of Bregan is looking for the svirf illusionist Kiplin.

Come and find me at Bregan D'aerthe Headquarters in Varalla's. Or leave word in the Nau'klar.

You won't be harmed.

The body of an surface elf was dragged to the temple of Lloth. The elf was missing both of his hands and his tongue.