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

Many copies of the following paper are placed in high-traffic areas of Baldur's Gate. Copies are delivered to Candlekeep, Roaringshore, Ulgoth's Beard, Beregost, Gullykin, and Nashkel as well.







Archives

Volume Five

Issue One - Page One / Page Two

Volume Four

Issue Six - Page One / Page Two / Page Three / Page Four / Page Five
Issue Five - Page One / Page Two / Page Three / Page Four / Page Five
Issue Four - Page One - Page Two / Page Three / Page Four / Page Five
Issue Three - Page One / Page Two / Page Three / Page Four / Page Five / Page Six
Issue Two - Page One / Page Two / Page Three / Page Four / Page Five / Page Six / Page Seven
Issue One - Page One / Page Two / Page Three / Page Four / Page Five

Volume Three

Issue Two - Page One / Page Two / Page Three / Page Four / Page Five / Page Six / Page Seven
Issue One - Pages One and Two / Pages Three and Four

Volume Two

Issue Six - Page One / Page Two
Issue Five - Page One / Page Two
Issue Five - Page One / Page Two
Issue Four - Page One / Page Two
Issue Three - Page One / Page Two
Issue Two - Page One / Page Two
Issue One - Page One (Unavailable) / Page Two

Volume One

Issue Eight - Page One / Page Two
Issue Seven - Page One / Page Two
Issue Six
Issue Five
Special Issue One
Issue Four - Page One / Page Two
Issue Three - Page One / Page Two
Issue Two
Issue One

Ameris picks up one of the copies as he passes through Beregost. Pausing for a little while to read the paper in the Risen Phoenix, he enjoys a glass of refreshing water and some light lunch.

He turns to the second page.

He frowns.

He reads on.

Sipping from his drink, he turns to the third page.

And he bursts out into a coughing fit, eyes wide, cheeks flushed in anger.

Llywelyn groans, sinking down onto the autumn-brown grass outside of Baldur's Gate. His metal armor clatters unhappily as he shifts about on the lumpy ground. Eventually, he makes himself comfortable.

Unfurling the latest Gazette, he begins to read its words. Quietly enjoying the cool, breezy afternoon.

By the time he reaches the end of the three-page periodical, Llywelyn's openly grinning.

"Strange weather indeed," he observes, folding the paper in half. "It's not even winter yet and the Thayans have already snowed the Gazette!"

A pleasant laugh follows, before the armored man rolls himself back onto his feet. "Most interesting, though. I'll have to see about reacquainting myself with this 'Selis Vhaire.' I don't think I've seen her since the masquerade . . ."

A pause, before he looks back down at the folded-up paper in his hand. ". . . I'll have to send a copy of this to some friends as well." His smile broadens as he imagines the look on Ameris's face. And Eldarian's and Cecilia's!

Sometimes it was just so nice to be alive.