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

"Brothers and Sisters! Hear me People of Fury! The war is closing by... War what we didn't ask or started! Still, those southern fools and followers of weak Gods are named us as enemies! They speak words that we shall not gain more power! Their words about a balance are twisted! The balance was lost a long time ago but belive me when I say this... New Era is starting! Brothers and Sisters! Followers of the Queen of Depths, the Queen of Frost, the Beastlord and the Thunderlord! Gather around, we shall make them regret about naming us as their enemies!" The Speaking Captain looks around pleased what he sees.

"Go now, gather every men an women who belives in Fury! We shall meet soon again, in great numbers! We need to strength our alliance and feast to celebrate fortunes to come!" The word is spread amongst the followers of Umberlee, Talos, Auril and Malar. The meeting of Fury's followers shall be soon in Roaringshore's well known tavern called; Broken Goblet.

[9.9.2011 GMT +0 20.00 - The date may still change.]

Reverend Bjorn is seen gathering his followers, friends and comrades. The anarchic cult of Talos is summoned, and all sort of men, women and even beasts flock to Roaringshore to attend the calling of Fury. Pirates and cutthroats, hermits and fanatics, orcs and other humanoids. Even Malarites from the mountains and the swamps.

Those who know Black have noticed the fact that he is more and more eager, restless and anxious. He passes his days on the docks to meet those who have answered to the call. He is constantly muttering the following words: "The day has come, and the chosen of Umberlee is the doombringer. No mercy, no clemency..."

Later at the Broken Goblet

A man enters the tavern and begins a harangue, imitating Kalma's voice

"Brothers and sisters ! Hear me people of Roaringshore ! The ... rabid zealots are coming by ! "


He sneers briefly and continues in a normal voice.

"Did you heard ? Captain Hellstorm wants to turn the Goblet into a temple to the gods of Fury ? He calls the followers of Fury to meet here !

Free men, why are you in the Shore ? For coin, for freedom ! You don't like paladins, do you ?
Believe me, you won't like the followers of the Gods of Fury either...
Can you imagine the Broken Goblet filled with people like this so-called "Reverend" ? Bunch of bloody sadistic madmen they are.

Why do they come to the Shore ? To the Hells with them, they can go elsewhere ! They don't bring anything but trouble, no business at all, talks of war ! Why don't we invite Helmites and followers of Lathander to this nice little party while we're at it ?"

He ends his harangue with a sad laugh, looking disgusted. The man stays in the Broken Goblet for a while, drinking some ale and discussing over the gathering with locals and patrons.

Nimdae quirks a brow at the outburst and shakes her head slowly, running a hand over the handle of her battleaxes hung by her belt.

"Ever blistering cold, as the storm approaches.. the tides of doom and destruction, washed ashore and proclaimed by others.. First shall come the tide, that washes away the filth that soils the land.. in its wake the storm shall follow, inevitable and destructive.. in its wake all shall be engulfed in the freezing breath of my maidens wrath, the inescapable blizzard.. for now in truth the hunter must be sated and those that would seek to flee or hide, shall be its prey.. there is no escape and even the captain shall be on the altar of sacrifice.. as shall we all."

Her lifeless and blank eyes blink slowly, a cold and sinister chuckle escapes her as her near freezing hands clench around the two axes and she makes way for the docks to board a ship, leaving Roaringshore.

A woman in shimmering blue and white robes stands upon a distant hill, watching the ships gather at Roaringshore. She heard the call oh yes she did but she has decided not to answer.

"The fools assemble with much thunder and noise and they will serve their purpose, yes they will. While they plan and scheme the heros of the land will feel the thunder of their fury and the arm of the law and those of righteous intent will steel themselves against the mighty gust of their rage and onslought...

But they will underestimate the full threat of such a storm...".

The woman cackles to herself, for these worshipers have potentially offered her the opening she needs, maybe if her plan works HE will finally acknowledge her...or maybe not but she will try at any rate.

A young buccaneer listens with amusement to an impassioned and spittle-flecked speech against the Hellstorm gang's coming conflict and their gathering the scum of the Sword Coast at the Roaringshore.

As the man winds up his harangue, the buccaneer walks up to him and gives him a friendly clap on the shoulder.

"Do not worry yourself laddie," he says in an offhand way, "this will be a perfect opportunity to clear out some of the wost sort of rabble from the 'shore. Besides, captain Kalma is far more concerned with whomever he can dispossess of life, liberty and their worldly goods than protecting the honor of any gods, who incidentally have bigger things to concern themselves with than such escapades. The Storm Lord is more likely to pass gas than take an interest in such a tempest in a rum tub. As for the Bitch Queen, she is as likely to suckle me on her teats as she is to convert this... umm, fine establishment into one of her houses of worship."

"So, drink up your grog boyo, and always remember to keep a stiff upper lip and a tight (hero)." the buccaneer adds with a twinkle in his eyes, "For while life may be frequently desperate, it is hardly ever serious."

[The Meeting is today! Bring your cutlasses and rum!]

[The meeting starts roughly in 5 hours.]

[ 2 hours!]