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

A gift from the Zulkir of Transmutation arrives at the Thayan Enclave of Baldur's Gate.



It is Kanithar, a gladiator who has achieved some national renown and no shortage of notoriety during his gruesome appearances in the arenas of every tharch of Thay over the past several years.

His "liberation" from the pits is rumored to have been a purchase by the Zulkir catering to the jealously of one of his counselors whose wife made no secret of being quite obsessed with the Rashemi barbarian.

Since his arrival Kanithar resides in the Enclave like a shelved trophy. In boredom he gluts himself on the meat and wine of the kitchen, beds the maidservants and sits brooding in the fine lounges speaking barely a word to anyone.

*A man of roughly twenty five winters with a ruddy beard and bald head arrives by caravan just on the outskirts of Baldur's Gate. His dusty and travel stained clothing is simple and his crude staff marks time as he enters the city, searching. He stops at various stands and stalls, speaking to the shopkeepers and asking after the many religious temples in the city. His inquiries seem to return to the temple of Lathander more often than the others. Eventually he inquires at the temples of the goodly deities in the city asking after Lathanderites and the location of their nearest temple.*

An enormous half-orc staggers around with a fistful of nails and rolls of parchment tucked under his arm. He ambles about, hammering his notice haphazardly into all manner of buildings, trees, and wildlife. It reads (in scribbled handwriting and poor spelling):

Rumors spread of a group of adventurers arriving ill within the outskirts of Baldur's Gate. Rumors about from a paralyzing illness to a treachery known as the Blight. Most believe the former over the latter because the Blight was extinguished over a year ago. But panic and fear still are apparent from the seediest locales to the ritziest of hotspots...

In other news...

// A Poster Is Posted Around Town..
// Time TBD

Word in the Baldurian streets is that the caravan of the Sword Coast Commercial Exchange arrived south of Wyrm’s Crossing, wagons filled with construction wood. The cargo had supposedly been ordered by Phoenix Company for building of the guild’s lodge. Indeed, the ones venturing across river Chiontar would see the construction site bustling with renewed energy.

The news of importation of sizable amount of timber brings hope to those looking for other reconstruction efforts in Baldur’s Gate and around. The name of Bladesmiles may be heard, those in the know recognizing the Amnian barons of the wood industry. Apparently, the snows thawed even in the highest passes of Cloud Peaks allowing for driving heavy wagons from Amn proper into Western Heartlands. Who knows, maybe more materials supporting the restoration initiatives would arrive soon?

The Baldur’s Gate taverns also get full of gossip about the dangers of the mountains bordering Sword Coast to the south. Something’s stirring in the Cloud Peaks making restless giants venture far away from their dwellings and adding to the usual danger of yetis. Rumor has it that the caravan guard barely made it alive during routine escapade to investigate caves and ruins near its route. The scouting party trying to secure the flank was ambushed by surprisingly strong group of giants, with mystics among them, no less!

The tales are told mostly by the members of the Phoenix Company who apparently served as caravan guard. Some could be heard complaining that the escort of the cargo was too light, especially given the increased risk of the journey through Cloud Peaks. It seems that strong arms are difficult to hire these days with casualties in the recent war, banditry on the Coast Way and orc raids on the Trade Way all contributing to that phenomenon.

((RP approved by DM Dialectic))

After the sun has found itself high in the sky, a Dawnknight treads through Baldur's Gate, weaving about the destruction and reconstruction of the palace district. He quietly makes his way to the temple of Gond with a travel satchel about his person in a secure and paranoid manner.

After quietly closing the temple door and glancing around to make sure there are not eavesdroppers other than the Faithful of the temple, he steps to Priest Peter Pike and offers a warm smile and introductions.

The priest seems to lead him to a private part of the temple. What is discussed and brought to light behind closed doors remains a mystery to most.

*A flyer can be seen posted in Cities around the Sword Coast*

The Ebon Blade are to be Hosting another Tournament of Martial Might at the end of this tensday. /// Saturday April 30th 17GMT

The Tournament will be held in a field just outside Soubar and the Ebon Blade will provide a Caravan for safe passage to the field.

The rules will be similar to our prior tournament . You will be allowed only a small handful of wards and the use of the shadows Though all martial skills you may use any number of times and Consumable items will be prohibited . /// 4 wards OR 2 wards 2 uses of hips/// For those unskilled in magical arts the Ebon Blade will offer stations in which you can request wards for a small fee.

A new twist on this Tournament is we are offering the chance for parties to be presented by a champion. The Benefactor will pay the entry fee as well as reap the reward if their champion is victorious though the glory of battle belongs only to the champion.

Contestants will be separated into brackets according to skill level.
Entry fees will be as follows
2 bags for the beginner tier
4 bags for the intermediate tier
6 for the master tier

For those who wish to set up shops at the Tournament grounds please contact Captain Greil. Unauthorized shops will be asked to relocate.

Holding an exquisitly crafted lute crafted by a famous instrument maker, rumor has it that the musician is actually playing good music.

Peccator wrote:... Despite her small frame, she hefts the sack with ease and follows her instructions into the sewers of Baldur's Gate to disperse the food among the homeless there; speaking words of Hope and Light to any who might listen and tending to the injuries and illnesses of the undercity community ...

A tonsured young human dressed in filthy brown woolen robes may have been recognised among the homeless by the Lathandrite priestess. He wears a red cord around his neck from which a holy symbol of Ilmater dangles.

The people here know him as Brother Sigma. He abides among the displaced sewer communities day and night, sleeping among them and breaking bread with them in fellowship. Sometimes, he teaches - occasionally he preaches - but primarily the wisdom of Ilmater is delivered in personal communion as encouragement, advice or rebuke as required.

He often wanders the tunnels seeking those who are isolated and shepherding them to gather and commune with the larger groups - this for their own security, for the tunnels are frequented by thieves and cut-throats, but also for more effective ministry toward them by those few concerned for their well-being.

This young Ilmateri seems primarily busied with the treatment of their health. He keeps persons quarantined as is needful and is diligent to restrict the spread of disease which is rife in these terrible environs. Most of his medicinal supplies thus far go toward the treatment of sores and infections - he surfaces only to replenish his supply, and this by the Temple of Ilmater in Baldur's Gate.