DM Rumors of the Friendly Arm Inn

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The Coming of Spring

The cool spring night unfolded with an enchanted allure. The almost full moon hung high in the stary sky, casting a silver sheen through the latticed windows of the Friendly Arm Inn. Outside, the scent of freshly blossomed flowers wafted on the breeze, mingling with the earthy aroma of the nearby Cloakwood. The weather had broke to the warm breezes of spring. Beneath the watchful gaze of the moon, the patrons of the inn spoke about the coming of the full moon. While most of them were excited to see it, others muttered rumors about odd noises coming from the region and word of a "Great Hunt". For the evening, all seems to be quiet.

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The Worst was Soon to Come

On a cloudy night the moon shifted into its fullest phase. Soon after there was an unsettling silence that came to the forests of the Sword Coast. The crickets stopped chirping, the owls went quiet, and many of the animals began desperately looking for shelter. Horses at the Friendly Arm inn reared up and began to panic as some of the patrons tried to calm their nerves. Something had broken the peace of the spring night. When the clouds rolled away and the hunter's moon was revealed the oddity was soon explained by the crimson night sky above. The blood moon has come, and nobody will be safe. The hunt had begun.

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Deeper Through the Forests

The days after the rising blood moon were followed with more strange sightings in the forest around the Sword Coast. Word returns from those brave or foolish enough to dare the hunt, that they've seen odd collections of bones and blood stacked against some of the trees. These small tributes come as a surprised as they were nearly non existent before. The next few nights are filled with the sounds of howls and the cackling laughs of what could be coyotes rushing down and killing their prey. Among the chaos, there was something different only a few heard but never dared answer. The sound of something familiar. They said it almost sounded like someone was crying. While those that stay close to civilization are generally safe, there have been many reports of people going missing. This becomes more apparent as posters and illustrations of loved ones hang on the bulletins labeled as missing. A curious eye may notice most of them are hunters.

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Rumblings in the Forest

There in the darkest hour of night, the ground shook past the Friendly Arm Inn. The sounds of explosions thundered through the forests as a subterranean beast met its end. What began as a night of the sound of something crying, finished with smoke pouring from cracks throughout the woodlands. The next morning was peaceful. Those that walked through the woods saw floating lights of amber and gold. A soothing whisper almost that of a song lingered in the air at the early hours of dawn. The road to recovery seemed close, as the phase of the moon was soon to shift.

[DM SummerBreeze]

A stillness in the night.

A calm rests over the night now, the sounds of animals and insects danced on one's ears as they passed by the forest paths. The squirrels with their treasures, and the birds fluttering in the branches. A sense of stillness felt present. The sky seemed to open as if in a sigh of relief, clouds parting their cumulous arms to present a bright, white moon resting in the sky.

Rain falls upon the forest as the smell of smoke still lingers in the air from some distant blaze within the Sharp Teeth.

Despite the sudden stillness of the night, fliers and posters appear on bulletin boards alongside spoken words in taverns, dozens depicting missing people of all races, shapes, and sizes. A dour reminder of what was taken. Hopeful words between those who were present though, that the threat seemed quelled....for now.

[Zanniej]

Guard no more
Rumor has it that an FAI guard named Chadwick had his last shift today. After winning a playful game with Isang, from the White Mask Theater (which the guard would be sure to mention whenever asked), she gave him enough money to retire with his family to a large estate and a nice plot of land.

He made sure to let people know he'll enjoy time with his family in safety, and away from all those adventurers loitering in front of his walking bridge all day.

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Just Past the Trees

There standing north of the Cloakwoods is a small hamlet just south of Baldur's Gate. While nothing remarkable usually is reported on Ebonaust, visitors report an abrupt and strange occurrence. Some time over the last tenday, a traveling caravan stopped in the village only to be greeted by a myriad of empty buildings seemingly lost in time. There appeared not to be a struggle. Clothes remained folded in wardrobes, while tables remained set for an early breakfast. The hamlet stood completely empty without a person in sight. Those Flaming Fist who visited, only report one interesting detail. A whip left curled around the neck of a small statue of Ilmater.

[Goat]

Murder At The Inn

A rather large, scruffy man was found dead after being pushed off the rooftop of the Friendly Arm Inn. Multiple stab wounds had already brought him close to death before the fall finished the job, crushing his bones on impact. Adventurers had tried to revive the man, but were unable to do so, there was no response.

Adventurers apprehended a cloaked female figure on the rooftop, who revealed herself to be a tiefling, holding a bloodied knife. She confessed to the crime, explaining that the man, unaware of her heritage, had been drinking and boasting about how many tieflings he had killed, calling them scum and wishing for their demise, telling her all the cruel ways he had 'snuffed' out each and every one of their lives. She had lured him to the rooftop for a quiet moment, where, overcome with anger, she stabbed him repeatedly before tossing him off the edge. Witnesses claimed she appeared to enjoy the rush, showing little remorse in the moment, and that she would do it again.

The adventurers restrained her and brought her to Bentley, who, while disapproving of her actions, understood the rage that drove her. He ordered her locked in the jail cells under guard but instructed the guards to treat her with care. She remains imprisoned, her fate uncertain, as she awaits the possibility of facing formal charges.

Some were outraged by the decision to imprison the tiefling, claiming it was unjust and a sign that the Friendly Arm Inn was no longer the neutral ground it had long prided itself on being. "She was provoked," they argued, "driven to defend herself after hearing such vile threats from the man." Others, however, were far less sympathetic, their voices rising in anger and fear. "The fiendblood deserves death for what she’s done!" they cried. "It’s proof that creatures like her can’t be trusted!" The tension within the inn was palpable, with many taking sides on what should be done with the tiefling.

It was clear that no matter what path was chosen, the incident had ignited a firestorm of conflict within the usually peaceful walls of the Friendly Arm Inn, and how it would end remained uncertain.

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A Body Found

In the morning, there is a small tribute to a long staying member of the Friendly Arm Inn. By the door of one of the rooms rest different coins, trinkets, and bottles of ale. Rumors spread of the death of the patron "Samuel Dreke", known by some as "Sammy Boy". While most blame the drinks, some speculate a possible murder. The details to his demise remain unknown, but for the tenday there is a lingering sadness in the halls of the Friendly Arm Inn.