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Who could with so evil intent and skill, put the head in such close proximity to the palace in broad daylight?
They turn in the head to the city watch with a full report.
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We at the Sword Coast Commercial Exchange are looking to hire new personnel while we expand our business operations. If you are looking to make your mark in the mercantile business and take your profession to a higher level, the S.C.C.E. offers a range of job possibilities to help you achieve your very best.
We are also happy to announce that the S.C.C.E. has recently purchased land within Ducal Jurisdiction, and now owns and operates a Stone Quarry. Our new quarry labourers will be working tirelessly to produce ample amount of material to aid in the defense, and fortification of our brave soldiers to the North. Many opportunities are available for skilled workers that have experience, or minimal experience in working a quarry or mine. Our incredible leadership will guide you in honing your skills as you work to reach your potential.
Join the S.C.C.E. and become part of a prominent business dedicated to making Baldur's Gate a better, and safer place.
Now hiring both independent contractors & full-time employees for the following positions:
-Caravan guard/Security personnel
If you believe you have the necessary requirements to fulfill any of theses positions please submit a notice addressed to Director Osborne Stonevale at the Sword Coast Commercial Exchange.
Long live the Dukes! Long live Baldur's Gate!
(( If anyone is interested in joining the SCCE or wish to work as a contractor, please send me a PM! ))
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From a distance, the familiar city walls and turrets stood tall, ominous even. Smythe, as he placed one foot in front of another, processed one memory after another, he would often look upward at the growing architecture, pause, then continue again his march. This new chapter was not anticipated, not expected, and with doubt as to purpose lingering behind each thought of the future.
But without a doubt, Smythe new that what he possessed now, in knowledge, that could only manifest by and through this place, this Baldur's Gate.
Now, entering the farmlands and able to hear and smell the city as sensations flowed upward and over the looming walls, he began to possess the idea, this consideration that gave him the the urge to grin and almost burst forth with laughter, that of course, having what he had now in possession in mind, it could only be this way, that from namesake to Man, beginning to what was likely an End, it must be this City.
Coming up the hill from the trail head nearer the river, Smythe caught eye of something that ignited another memory, and in his final steps of this return march, he paused at a place that was the end of a chapter in Life..., so long ago. Reaching the place, he knelt down and placed his bookseller's valise near him, to consider.
"All the things we lose...companions being the worst of it..." he remarked, aloud, as relived his past. "Will I have the blessing of luck to rekindle those friendships, do these men and women even still live?" Smythe stood up and crossed his arms, looking down upon the grate with at first a blank stare, then, he caught himself laughing aloud at the latest thought that came mind: "Should they still live, let's hope I do not owe them coin!"
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Over the past few weeks there have been a great many accounts by various individuals, all fitting the same type of description. "I feel like I'm being watched", "I feel like someone is following me", "I could swear there was something, -right- behind me". Some of these accounts have come from high ranking officials and governmental representatives. Merchants, common folk, guards and even a few adventurers have mentioned seeing "living shadows" on their stroll through the city. The common folk, having little else to talk about, have taken the liberty of giving the phenomenon a name. Based on the idle conversations around town, it seems they've taken a particular liking to the name "The Obsidian Phantom" Given the fickle and superstitious nature of the populace the phenomenon has quickly turned into a conversation piece, and while many of the accounts that are spoken about tell of an "uneasy feeling of a presence" nobody has seen nor confirmed it's actual existence.