[Tue Apr 24 01:40:16 2018] Fallen Byn Sergeant
Solemn Bynners are heard discussing the untimely demise of the well-known Sergeant Fade.
When questioned by a patron, a Bynner is overheard explaining that a freak wind caught the
Sergeant unawares, sending him and his inix tumbling into the... sinkhole north of Allanak.
The Bynner rounds off his tale by saying that all inquiries regarding Sergeant Fade should be
directed to Sergeant Cal.
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[Wed Aug 29 09:22:42 2018] Uneasy whispers within the Gibbet
Among the usual lazy gossips of the local tavern goers as well as the
occasional mentions of Kadius, a few were overheard whispering about
abominations spotted near the village. One commented quietly that the young
Tuluki-inked woman mentioned its unnatural speed, while another countered that
it left flames in it wake. Whatever the case, the words were quickly hushed by
the bartender, and the topics turned to more mundane gossips.
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[Tue May 2 20:15:07 2017] The Rise of a Son
Before the news of Tarkon, the innkeeper's loss was even beginning it
seems the tavern fell under another hysteric outcry as the undead body of a
Kurac Regular walked right on in under the cover of night. It seems that
whatever caused the undead to wander the streets of Luir's was directly
related to one Amos-Da Kurac, as the beast was only focused on him -
pointing and rasping in it's horrible, deathly tongue.
A few of the tavern-goers that stayed through either shock or bravery
rumor that the dead Regular was Tarkon's son.
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[Thu Sep 6 14:34:15 2018]: A dusty Nomad's Tale...
A nomad, dusted with a white, powdery substance, rants in bendune one
morning and it takes a while before the on-edge patrons can settle him down
to piece together in broken sirihish his tale: He claims that the sky wept
salt upon him as he investigated strange stones at the oasis in the
Tablelands. As he tells it, it fell for perhaps an hour before the
glittering stuff abated from the sky. Settled with a drink from the bar,
the traveller soon found further solace in a few more before he was dragged
off to a resting place.
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[Mon Nov 26 15:40:25 2018]: Sorcery in the Scrubland!
Word circulates through the Outpost faster than a turaal with a gortok
hot on her heel about a finger-wiggler out in the scrublands. Apparently,
while the rumor-mill is still churning out every variation of the story they
could hope to come up with, a few key details stand out. First, the heroism
of a Captain Gorrold - who some now give the surname Voidbreaker - and his
unit of supremely disciplined Garrison soldiers who rode out under the
warning from a local tribal woman about someone defiling the northlands.
Understandably, the stories of how the unit actually came in contact with
this magicker range from the completely mundane to the made up fantasies of
children mock-playing out the battle.
By the time they had subdued the foul asher and brought him back to the
Outpost for public execution, the stories all seem to coalesce again. The
craven of a man stood bound, his fingers cut off, before a block of wood.
With a speech that would rouse even the most elderly bones - or so it's
told - Captain Voidbreaker beheaded the dastardly magick-user infront of
everyone claiming that Sorcery of any sort is not allowed in the Outpost. A
few people who managed to catch the show claim that the witch kept professing
how he wasn't a sorcerer, he was only a Nilazi - like there was a difference
to be had.
At the end of the day, Captain Voidbreaker was heard saying that all those
who practice the ways of Sorcery should be put to the blade, there will be
no refuge in Luir's for Sorcery or Psionism - or as some add, later, Nilazi.
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[Thu Dec 20 14:29:47 2018] Where's the Ocotillo?
Whispers can be heard through the tavern that Ocotillo Spirits, once a
regular drink served up by Tarkon, the barkeep, are no longer available.
While some grumble about their missing, favorite drink, a few others can be
heard barking good riddance to the drink of Southern, slaver Nobility.
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[Tue Feb 12 01:27:34 2019]: Gith Danger
The tavern has been unusually full with downtrodden hunters. Even when
the dawning light of Suk-Krath rises, few seem to leave for their daily
hunts. Complaints can be heard that the trade route between Allanak and
Luirs has been heavy with gith activity as of late. Others tell stories of
running into the gith even in the salt flats, though none seem to know the
cause for their increased activity.
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[Mon Mar 25 13:23:44 2019]: Grey Smoke
After fits and starts, grey smoke now rises from the top of the
volcano in a thick, steady column. Some folks swear to have seen
flecks of orange-red shooting upwards as well, or a steady orange-red
glow at night from the direction of the volcano.
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[Sat Feb 1 19:52:57 2020]: Burned Bodies and a Continues Lack of Sun Runners
Ever since the Sun Runners attacked Luir's Outpost almost a year ago
and burnt up one of its free citizens outside the gates, tensions have
remained high. The flamboyant elven liquor Firebreather has not been seen
sold by either Tarkon or Vatomenli since the incident, and it is expected
that that trend will continue until the Sun Runners make amends. Many surly
tavern goers have grown annoyed at paying so highly for spiced ale, and on
a few ocassions House Kurac has brought in far cheaper bottles of fine spiced
ginka and belshun wine to compensate. Candy is also commonly on display for
sale in the main bar, which includes a taste of spice in each bite!
Ever since the Sun Runners were forcefully escorted out of the Outpost,
many have wondered what the commonly available replacement liquor will be,
and those in the know tell of increasing pressure on Luir's Council to fix
it as soon as possible. One thing is certain though, with the discovery of
at least three more burnt humanoid bodies north of Luir's, tensions remain
high with the wild elven tribe, and show no sign of stopping soon.
Some have even begun to whisper of possible bounties for the anyone known
to be murdering with the power of flame...
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[Fri Feb 7 00:17:49 2020]: Bullying by the Blazing Elf!
Fearful whispers spread in a conversation between two hunters, as they
count their much more meager earnings at a corner of the Storm's End.
One of the hunters whispers to the other about how a hunt had to be cut
short due to a running elf 'covered in flames' chasing them down on the
North Road, all the way down to Morin's.
"It were horrifying! He must've been ten, twenty cords tall, and looked
like every bit of him were flames!" , come the horrified whispers of the
shaking hunter.
"You're talking about that one elf, right? The Garrison gave him a talking
to. Told him to stick to the Tablelands," comes the response. "... Twenty
cords tall, though? Are you sure?"
The whispers die down as the tavern fills with other bargoers, but the
message is clear: that elf is angry about something, and it seems everyone
might be free game.
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[Thu Feb 13 17:17:33 2020]: Remodeled Apartments on Sun's Road
There seems to have been a commotion in the End earlier this week. A
well-dressed woman wearing the signet ring of Nenyuk was seen claiming that
she's now taking the names of those who wish to rent rooms in the newly
renovated apartment building on Sun's Road. Her sharp features made her
look only more annoyed at the flood of people who tried to immediately claim
a room right then and there but she told them that limitations were the
same, if not even stricter than the shanties. No Garrison or employees of
the Merchant Houses allowed and no half-giants either. Not that they could
fit in through that small hallway if they tried, anyways. In any case, she
told everyone to find her at the desk at the building itself.
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[Tue Jun 16 23:13:08 2020]: Sun Runners return in at least some capacity
A dusty trader strolls past, remarking that the difficulties with the
Sun Runners must be on the mend, as their pavilion has made a reappearance
in the market yard.