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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2014 2:52:59 GMT -5
On the sixteenth day of Nightal, the quiet beginnings of rumors and gossip begin to spread around the towns of the King's Forest, Espar, Waymoot, and Dhedluck. People speak of the hooded figures lingering around as night falls outside the walls of their settlements, and some claim to have heard mothers and wives complaining to guards that their sons and husbands have gone out and not returned, or about daughters awaiting the return of a brother or uncle that are long due back.
The local tavern goers say that they're just escaping their wives for a few days peace, and nothing is amiss.
Others claim that the Devil Swine has returned to reap terrible vengeance upon them all, and doom is soon at hand.
Most however, continue about their usual routines and regard the rumors and fear mongering as nonsense.
Nevertheless, guards ask people in the King's Forest to be careful after dark, and return in good time to their families.
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Post by Fenix on Dec 16, 2014 11:28:31 GMT -5
At the first call of disappearance, a man in draconic scaled armor, garbed in a heavy black cloak and hood could be seen coming and going from the Silver Wink in Waymoot. He would always travel alone, his posessions tied with cloth to muffle the sound of their rattling as he leaves. Every night that another report is brought of another missing person, the man would be seen leaving to tread the forests between Espar, Waymoot, and Dhedluk. Several nights, he spends the night laying against the walls outside the cities, simply waiting patiently as he watches the treelines and the area around. He does not speak a word to the guards or the commoners that wander by, but simply sits patiently.
After a few ventures, the man is seen no more. Though some reports may speak of strange, twisted creatures flitting about in the tree tops. Others simply saying that some less strange beings that wander about, though they just seem....out of place. One constant report is that there are always a few strange sounds that echo before the shadow of a creature disappears. The sound of snakes hissing, the sound of a short chitter, or a slow, deep, repetitive clicking.
Click....click.....click......click....
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2014 14:08:41 GMT -5
A older man appears in town soon after the rumours spread. His eyes are sad, but alert and penetrating. He has quiet words with any guards willing to talk to him, and townsfolk as well. Soon after he goes into the countryside, stopping at the areas farms and watering holes. Once returned from questioning as many people as he can find, he stops outside the walls. Turning a circle pressing one foot firmly into the ground repeatedly as he turns. He has printed a circle of footprints, all the heels connected in the center.
"Man or Beast, the Hunt begins."
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Post by grivel on Dec 16, 2014 16:42:08 GMT -5
Most every day, as the sun gives way to dusk, a large eagle may be seen gliding over the trees near the King's Forest hamlets. It rides the currents gracefully, searching for.....something.
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Post by lucesi on Dec 16, 2014 16:48:05 GMT -5
The soft cooing of an owl can be heard in the night as it flies over the forest, often accompanying the eagle
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Post by DM Grizwald on Dec 16, 2014 17:44:32 GMT -5
From time to time, Padrin would be seen passing through the towns in the Kings Forest. The old druid would make brief conversations with any who approach him but he mostly would just find a quiet spot for a time, leaning against a tree and listen. His gaze remains calm at all times. He would never been seen in a rush and the duration of his visits would always vary.
Following these visits, a -giant- bear would be scene wandering the woods. Some folk would see it only briefly as it would come down from the mountains. Other times, the bear would be spotted south of Waymoot, wandering the quiet woods there. Each spotting would be only brief as oddly enough, the bear would then disappear around a bend, a bush or a large rock.
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Post by Fluffy the Mad on Dec 17, 2014 17:47:24 GMT -5
A quiet, rather nondescript man with dark hair and stern features who normally keeps to the trees emerges at the stirrings of the towns. He then begins to spend more time wandering within, listening to people and occasionally asking about the rumors in broken common, or swapping to much more fluent Chondathan or Illuskan when given the chance. He asks about the Swine that people talk about, the rumored missing, and who or what the random visitors may be. He seems patient, and thankful to those that indulge his curiosity- occasionally buying a drink for tavern regulars, or offering a small bundle of medicinal herbs to the random passerby.
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Post by grivel on Dec 17, 2014 19:20:15 GMT -5
A human woman and male gnome, dressed in the colors of the forest are seen in Dhedluk interviewing two women and questioning any others who seem to have knowledge of the latest events. After the questioning, they both head out of the gate towards Waymoot.
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a dwarf a elf and a ork walk into a bar........... wait that makes no sense
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Post by docofmadness on Dec 18, 2014 16:31:54 GMT -5
*a dwarf is gore splatter spiked armor wakes up in the streets* sout te ells up ye cat-a-wailen nags. *as he blinks and looks around* mud and sand were te elfie ells ave ey been. *hearing of the tales of man eating monsters in the woods [in his mind]. he heads into the woods drawing a acid dripping blade.* but time somting interesten appen. mes getten ssssooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo bored.
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Post by marredwolf on Dec 18, 2014 22:36:10 GMT -5
*a note left at the King's Forest at various locations*
The Devil Swine has returned. Apparently we (those who set out to kill it at first sight) did not dispose of the body properly. The orcs of the forest have signed a pact with these evil outsiders, I suggest a masss culling of every single orc that can be found in the King's Forest, and a strong push to register every single halforc in the kingdom, as they cannot be trusted. Furthermore, there is evidence that the Devil Swine is in fact one of the many monstrocities of Malar. It is well known that the beastlord does this from time to time, creating some sort of damnable animal to cause death and despair.. Although the Malarites consider the kidnapping and forceful conversion into their religion, together with the widespread curse of lycanthrope, to be agaisnt their goals, there is solid evidence that this is exactly what they intend to do, and indeed do in other lands. They lie in order to hide behind the crown, while the druids just sit there in their neutral state of mind. I wish to further implicate the following citizens of Corrmyr: The bard Darkharp, who has ties to the Malarites and the Red Wizards of Thay, he has admitted to this in public. Also, the Red Song Bard, a known malarite and champion of his church. If the kingdom continues in this path, there will be more of these foul creatures walking its lands. Why? Because the Crown accepts it. Raise your voice and put an end to this favortism of these atrocious things.
*signed with a cross and an x within a circle*
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Post by Pedantry INC on Dec 18, 2014 22:42:18 GMT -5
When Mirrir passes through bringing trade goods to the forest towns and resupplying her own stocks, she notices one of these messages and issues an amused snort.
"Ah, you again. Trying to stir up trouble once more with your contentious little messages? Only a fool would believe such a thing, though I suppose the masses tend to qualify. Shame."
She then carries on her way, and can be heard to ask questions to those about the locations of the sign, seeking information from any that might have seen the one that left the notes behind.
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Post by DM Grizwald on Dec 18, 2014 22:59:17 GMT -5
*Padrin wanders into town from the North roard, unkempt and tired though affords a moment to pause in front of the sign.*
"Hm, ambitious."
*he examines the sign again, his eyes narrowing on the symbol at the bottom and shakes his head. Letting out a loud breath, the druid continues on south. Each step of his heavy from fatigue, on a quest for a quiet place to make shelter.*
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Post by bloodalchemist on Dec 18, 2014 23:16:30 GMT -5
*passes through on a supply run for the convoy, pausing to read the sign then letting out a chuckle. Pulls a heavy safe made of various metals from her bag, fiddling with it before drawing forth the severed head of a black furred swine, with infernal brands upon its hide. She wobbles the head and jaw as she speaks in a low voice* "Oink, im back alive am I? Bloody news to me, best get back to trouble making!" *chuckling again she drops the strangely fresh head back into the safe and slams it shut, continuing on her way*
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Post by marredwolf on Dec 19, 2014 3:09:14 GMT -5
*rumors quickly swell those who attempt to reach some sort of conclusion concerning these posts. Some say the author traveled south, some say west, but the better is the one who spends coin in order to gather the right information.*
"Hand over the head of the beast so it can be properly disposed of, we do not wish to leave a portal open for outsiders to demolish our kingdom. Your vanity must give way to the security of these lands. I challenge you, the very kingdom, to either accept or reject the ways of the Beastlord. I do not wish to provoke an international incident over this, but I will stand up for those who have no voice within this, and other, kingdoms. Call the Harpers, for this kingdom allows evil to flourish. Call the druids, for they keep the unatural nature at bay. Call the Beastlord, for it takes young druids to a certain death without their will, with no choice. Let us see the once so proud crown exert its power like in its old days."
-A Patriot (a symbol is written, an eight pointed star within a circle)
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Post by Syd's Blue Sky on Dec 19, 2014 3:35:11 GMT -5
A note appears tacked to one of these messages.
I would speak with you, if you so wish. And I do think you wish.
Find me in the Alizarin at my office. Ask for Card.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Dec 19, 2014 12:08:24 GMT -5
*In one of the towns, a hooded man in white robes lined in black is passing by when the notes catch his eye. He makes a copy of one note and walks towards his horse, he is heard muttering under his breath before riding off in a hurry*
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Post by EDM Entori on Dec 19, 2014 16:11:11 GMT -5
*An Elven man in evergreens and silvers passes through the local magery shop, to hear of the rumors. Curiosity getting the best of him, he steps outside touching a glyph upon his cloak and moves to the forest's edge. Patience is the best teacher and a small book of lore in his hands, he settles into a the low bows of a tree, bejeweled staff in hand. he sits, waits, watching*
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Post by Lady Frost on Dec 19, 2014 18:03:40 GMT -5
*An Elven man in evergreens and silvers passes through the local magery shop, to hear of the rumors. Curiosity getting the best of him, he steps outside touching a glyph upon his cloak and moves to the forest's edge. Patience is the best teacher and a small book of lore in his hands, he settles into a the low bows of a tree, bejeweled staff in hand. he sits, waits, watching* *Someplace far off, Zodika sits in a meeting unbeknown that she missed the enjoyment of seeing Entori haul is old ass up into a tree.* |
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Post by Fluffy the Mad on Dec 22, 2014 19:59:47 GMT -5
The dark-haired man leaves a number of notices pinned around the towns in obvious and visible places, though not terribly many of them. For the past days he had been roaming, asking a number of questions to various townsfolk and guards. Judging from his actions, he either has a lot of spare time or an insatiable curiosity. The notices are penned in broken Chondathan and much more fluent Illuskan, both in the regular Thorass alphabet.
I seek knowledge about those who have vanished. Should you wish to contribute, find the druid Olaf Ice-born. I may be willing to part with coin or my own knowledge for appropriate information.
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Post by marredwolf on Dec 22, 2014 22:36:53 GMT -5
*a note is passed to a villager*
There are many who have vanished, under the brutal claw of the beastlord. You will not find any records of it because the crown supports the malarites. There is only one solution to this problem that has been going on for years: Revolution.
*an eight pointed star is drawn within a circle*
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Post by Pedantry INC on Dec 22, 2014 22:47:42 GMT -5
Unconcerned with the hearsay it seems, Malarite Rangers bearing the badge of the official church continue their patrols of the rural area. Members of the faith that have made pledges at the Feast of Stags at high harvesttide bring fresh meat and foods to the eldery and infirm, occasionally by driving prey into sight of the village before slaughtering it to be dressed down and packaged for those the meat will be seen to.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2014 13:43:00 GMT -5
With careful judgement, and quick silent feet, the Gwaeronan ranger keeps a careful watch on the Malarites. His time though seems bent on preparation and shadowed meetings with other woods folk hanging around the town.
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