[Thu May 21 03:43:16 2020] A cart-tastrophy
Word seems to slowly circulate the taverns of a rather odd incident.
It's said a wagon was seen getting guided through the city by some folk in
militia cloaks but were brought to a halt on Merchant's Way by a Private of
the Steel Talons.
"Aye, ya heard me. He tried t' stop 'em then BAM... Weirdest sight I evah saw.
One of 'em other soldiers beat th' OTHER soldier t' death then 'em Captain tha'
was on top of th' wagon feckin' left th' city wit' that wagon quick smart, th'
soldiers goin' wit' him. Crushed several other pitchcloaks under th' wheels on
th' way, too."
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[Mon Jul 20 20:22:23 2020] A Bloody Message
Some words trickle from the mouths of many a drunkard and degenerate about
a scene that unfolded at the Gladiator and the Gaj Tavern not so long ago.
A Templar in blue and a soldier of His Arm put a body on display that was
recognized by some and unknown to many.
"Jerked 'is head right up by tha ponytail 'e did, wanted everyone ta see
'at fella. Looked 'orrible, all covered in blood an' vomit and smellin
somethin' awful!"
"Ats cause the deader shit 'mself! They always shit 'emselves!" chuckles a
snaggle-toothed man deep in his cups.
"But.. is it true? What the Lord Templar said about that man?" Whispers a
scrawny, dirt-caked girl.
What proclamation followed from a Lord Templar Ketka Kurac varies with each
telling in both breath and scope, but the focus of the words rarely differ:
The dead proclaimed to be a practitioner of sorcery and a thrall to some
other, words of protection, faith in His servants, threats, and of a blow
landed against enemies of His city.
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[Thu Aug 20 16:22:40 2020] Grebbers attacked by Crimson Wind?
Mid morning a fiery-skinned dwarf, comes into the tavern yelling about
how they narrowly escaped a group of raiders. Some Patrons where quick
to listen right up until they noticed a gem around the dwarfs neck.
Those that listened will find out a tail of three or four grebbers
ridden down by riders on beetle back yelling the "crimson wind blows".
Not much more was said, before the gemmed left the tavern.
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[Fri Aug 28 07:28:12 2020] Half-Devil!
Drunken taverngoers remark about a scene that unfolded infront of the Gaj
the other day, involving a dozen half-eaten rat corpses, a recently-public
nuisance named Chomp, and a Private of His Arm, to the shock of many,
standing up for the rabid creature after she was caught devouring the little
critters whole outside the tavern and a Templar was called to deal with her.
The scene itself could be described as almost comical, with Chomp giving the
Private advice on how to get away from the Lord Templar and providing him
with gifts to bribe the Templar with. The entire thing was defused by a
very patient Lord Templar explaining to the half-devil that she was not
allowed to, by her words, "hunt Tuluki spies" in the open streets.
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[Fri Jun 26 21:56:20 2020] Pages in Black and Jade: A Gathering Announced
Pages clad in jade-trimmed black linen cloaks have been said to be
frequenting the taverns and bazaar lately. It is said that they are calling
out to announce a gathering at the Dome by the Ministry of the City
and, specifically, the Office of Inquisition. All Highborn are invited to
join along with their common staff and personal guard. Merchant family
members are to be included.
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[Mon Jul 6 12:26:54 2020] Reaping the Harvest
Servants in Azure and Black announce that donations to Ministries of Styax
wood raw and in whole logs, will officially count towards winning the Harvest
Contest leading up to the Ocotillo Festival. All donations of such can be made
through the Highborn of House Oash, or by reaching out to either Lord's Inquisitor
Sahtuk Valika and Krattock Jal. Just make sure you mention House Oash and the
Harvest Contest to have your points added to your tally. Additionally heads of
known raiders, rogue mages, and Defilers are rumored to be worth extra points.
The winners' pot for the contest this Festival's cycle is said to be five
large, including a bottle of Oashi Silver, and seats at the Nobles events and
Highborn Auctions.
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[Fri Jul 17 09:18:43 2020] Smelt 'at shit!
A dusty grebber is overhead speaking at a table.
"Oi, bells rang jus' tha other day. Fucken' love 'at sound, ah do.
Anyways, figure we got some games or somethin'. Went ta go see
some fuckers chopped up! Was real excited but then 'at Inquisitor, ya
know tha one...ah aint bout to say his name. Anyway, 'at Lord
Inquistior announced wasn't no games! First ah was figuren' ta leave
but then he announced some Jal employee done tried to burn down
somethin' er someshit so ah figure it was gonna be good. Said 'at he
was doen' tha will of one of em Great Lords so she musta pissed off
someone. Them redsdon't be even looken' at'em, burn yer eyes out
they will.
Anyway, he done drug her out to tha sands by her fucken' hair, kicked
her a bit, an' branded her...on her fucken' mout'! Oi! Ya could smell
tha burnt all tha way up in tha stands, it were fucken' great! Weird
thing is, even wit' her mouth moven' an' her eye cryen, she ain't
made even a sound. Was kinda eerie, fucken' creeped me right out.
Anyway, ah heard 'at merchant is looken' ta hire folks fer 'at one haul
ah' told ya 'bout, o'er 'at wood from tha silt-sea..."
The conversation turns and is drowned out by the sounds of the
tavern.
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[Thu Jul 23 15:23:08 2020] Tasks From the Templarate
Word trickles down from rowdy militiamen to the typical tavern-going crowds
that the recently public Lord Templar Thratahris Oash is seeking resilient
folk for ventures into some of the knowns most dangerous places in return
for generous pay and the possibility of 'advancement'. Whatever manner of
advancement this is exactly no one seems to know.
Some drunkards can be heard scoffing at the idea, "He's probably just after
grebbers to fill his coffers! Nothing new." one particularly confident
patron exclaims, but others, in more hushed tones, mutter that perhaps
there is something more to the request.
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[Thu Jul 23 23:21:19 2020] Get rich or die trying!
Words spread like wildfire over dry shrubs as servants clad in gold and
purple visits every local watering hole, announcing an excessively sizeable
amount of a bounty upon a defiler known as Ketheo. This creature is declared
as a common enemy of Allanak, spreading heresy and blasphemy, but it is the
bounty itself that spawns the most talk. Apparently, the announced bounty on
this abominable creature amounts to a total of seventy five thousand coins,
a number that is suggested to be growing weekly. It is declared that the
young Lady Ellisia of House Rennik is involved, and that those interested
should likely reach out to her for more details.
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[Fri Aug 21 06:35:56 2020] Murder and Execution
At first, there isn't much talk about the double-murder and execution. But
given time, the murmurs solidify into something tangible for the mongers
to latch onto. In one of the city's common taverns a Noble's aide was
viciously murdered -- then, one of the officers attempting to arrest the
killer. There is dispute about the killer's motivations, with the
reputation of the aide being well-liked in some circles and lauded for
her beauty.
The murderer was tossed into the Nursery and devoured shortly thereafter.
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[Sat Sep 12 01:37:16 2020] Death of an abomination
Scattered gossip passes around the lower end taverns that one of the too
many defilers running amok was finally taken down. Details seem scarce but
it most agree it was the stump Olek. A disgruntled, blood covered brown
cloak or two shake their heads at the tales and keep to their drinks.
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[Sat Sep 12 16:16:19 2020] Ricotar-Da, Destroyer of Olek!
Word spreads quickly through a majority of the known
about a recent battle, planned and directed by Dealer
Ricotar-Da, which lead to the defiler known as Olek's
death. Newly released to the public, it said the Dealer
brought together all of the tribals, both human and
elven, along with the help of the T'zai Byn, in what is
being described as aglorious battle. With these rumors
of praise, darker rumors are also mentioned, that some
in House Salarr had been working with and assisting
ungemmed associates of Olek. While those that speak of
the latter are less frequent, what is heard over the
rest is of the honor and glory brought to House Kurac
and the Outpost from this Dealer's swift victory
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[Sat Sep 12 16:59:03 2020] The Senate Draws Near
Even the most reclusive, fall down drunk rinther has seen the
increased activity about His city by now. Pages and criers from every one
of His Nine Highborn Houses and the Ministries of His Templarate have been
running back and forth from Noble Quarter, as far as the seedy Gaj and
anywhere in between. Scrolls change hands, pouches are passed during quiet
whispers, and gradually word begins to circle out like a ripple from those
brave enough to eavesdrop - The Senate is upon His City once again.
Some sources claiming to be in the know speak of various House efforts,
such as Oash and Kasix seeking funding for road projects, Tor wishing to
build or reclaim a war fortress, and even the GMH Houses joining the fray
over some special motion of their own. What really has tongues wagging,
however, is talk of House Tiers, that have largely been left out of a number
of previous Senate gatherings. An even smaller segment of people nervously
whisper about how they heard 'The Voice of Highlord', shall be present.
Rampant speculation spins off these tales as to who that may be and just
what they intend to do over the House Tiers. Is the Highlord himself
displeased with some of His Nine?
These questions shall be answered in but two months time.
(OOC: This will be taking place Saturday, October 10th @ 9pm server)
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[Sat Sep 19 04:41:24 2020] The crimson wind strikes again!
Rumors quickly fly through the city, upon discovery of a pile of slave
heads at the corpse pile. Investigation quickly led to the scene of a
massacre. It seems the Crimson Wind, that notorious band of criminals,
raiders, thieves and murderers, have left another bloody scene behind. Some
say as many as a dozen slave workers from the obsidian mines were murdered
in cold blood. Information about this incident should be reported to the
nearest templar. Those found to be harboring or abetting these raiders will
surely be punished to the fullest extent of His Fiery Wrath.
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