Saturday, February 5 2005
Recently a retired soldier residing within the village of Riverside, near the haunted woodlands, has been attempting to gather a group of adventurers to investigate the occurrences and possibly fix them. Several speak of him paying handsomely for the adventure, but so far no one has been interested in risking their necks. Stories were a thing for any to come up with, only a chosen few might ever weed out the truth from the midsts of these falsifications. Only with such enlightenment could they ever truly make a decent decision on what to do from that point. One thing was for certain however, whether true or not, thousands of furres believed the Hero of the Liberation War was still alive, even if he wasn't in First Colony. The leadership of the peaceminded war-hero would also be likely far better -and safer for neighboring nations- then that of the tyrant Mazus.
Shadows of Despair: [M] Word has spread about severe haunting within the forests of Ansteorra, the first to speak of this were those soldiers who fled a massacre within the confines of those same woods, they spoke of the trees coming alive and tearing their companions limb from limb, and the spirits of those slain not moving on to the afterlife as should have otherwise been the case. Travelers that are not themselves slain by the vengeful wraiths, return to the civilized portions of Calenndor gibbering in their insanity, or at least telling of the great horrors that they saw, and the insubstantial spirits that had taken on such grotesque features to cause the living to fear.
Liberator's Downfall (II): [M]: Despite the impressive efforts of the Council leading the Kebeyen Republic, rumours continued to expand. A fiendish plot now was commonly spoken that the recently deceased Damien Reelin was not actually dead. It is now said that the poor fellow was held captive in First Colony, the very city he had made into being by Rising Phoenix guardians and Eryn Mazus, High Chancellor. Then again, it was also said that he was being chewed on by some small dog in the middle of Tharivol, other bones being sold throughout Feanor.
Through this, Thamrivol and all most traveling to and from it have experienced a wrath that hadn't been seen for two ages. Sandstorms sweeping in from out of nowhere to destroy entire caravans, gigantic pits of quicksand appearing beneath towers erected outside of the city walls. A request for immediate aid has been sent to any who can figure out a way to stop these problems, less Thamrivol itself be swept away in a gigantic sandstorm.
Bounty: 1,000 Gold on the Desert Raider's head. 50 gold for the heads of his followers, provided by the Thamrivol government.
More recently, a small note has been attached to the announcement board, stating in a fine hand: Guards wanted!Proposed merchant voyage to the village of Northohere must travel through the Faraway Range, where, according to rumors, a vicious beast of great strength is currently residing. Each individual shall be paid a sum of 100 for services rendered, and an additional 50 should everything turn out alright. Those interested may speak with the local merchant Rakuro for more information
Ascension [M]: To any furre, elf, dwarf or miscellaneous other creature! Hear these words and be glad! For with the sun's rise on the fifth day of the third week of this month shall also rise a new star into the heavens! Lord Mazus of Xanthia be crowned High Chancellor upon this day, all be invited to witness this and the magnificence of First Colony. Show your faith in the new government and offer up your worldly goods to this new reign, and may he guide the Council in wisdom and good health.
Reportedly, the drow forces have been moving strangely as of late, moving further and further inland to more central areas. Many places considered far out of reach of the deadly dark elves have been utterly razed. All attempts to thwart these attacks have thus far proved useless, as it's become near impossible to determine when and where they will strike. The influence of the drow appears to have made itself known in the worst way, as now the most recent report of such attacks tells of a terror that many Ansteorrans have long feared:
"Aye, saw eh wiht m'own eyes, ah did. Leff theh eev'nin' teh run eh lett rou', 'opin' teh git 'n one uh two good runs b'foh daybreak. Ah thoh Ah'd 'eard somethin' strange 's Ah uz laevvin', but diddin theenk en'vin' obbit, theh.. noh theh.. noh till theh nexx mohnin when Ah gah back.. theh tohn uz oblil-ler-ated, ann theh people dedd wih eh.. .. Ah'd nevuh seen sugh horrah, nah even nn wah."
-Chazeric Luther, Ansteorran merchant
Bounty: 200 gold per person assisting in the capture of the person behind these attacks. 100 gold per person bringing back the corpse of the person behind these attacks.
Beneath the Ice (II) [M]: The rebellious factions in the capital city of Ansteorra were not the only ones throughout the realm that protested their current leadership. The ever volatile Republic had also sprung up with various factions proclaiming independance from the sovreign nation, many stealing territory from the New Austian nations to solidify their new stance. These latest were still Republicans at heart, but they proclaimed that Damien Reelin was still alive, and the current Council was corrupt, and the High Chancellor a murderer and worse.
These new groups swore allegiance to the Liberator, and Commander D'Houln of the Ansteorran Revolutionaries, despite the fact that many had never met either of these two individuals. It is rumoured they seek any help possible on some peculiar rescue mission into First Colony... The largest source of these rumours came from the New Austian city Ponce Du Lac.
Under the Canopy: As the days grow longer, new activity could be found stirring in Ansteorra, just as fresh life was forming in the earth. After so much hardship the last long years, the assorted creatures were prepared and eager to celebrate life and rejoice. In a drastic change from the stark blanket of snow that had so long muffled the city, cloths of intense blues, dazzling reds, and all of Syndira’s other colors (in their brightest most vivid forms) could be found everywhere, marking the return of the gypsies. They could be found bundled in shawls, and circled about fires, exchanging stories of heroes and Primes. Kits charmed the most unlikely into buying trinkets of beads and baubles. (If unimpressed, best to watch your purse.) Furres walk with a lighter step; human and elvish cheeks are rosy. They talk with almost guilty merriness, whisper among each other. Spring is coming. Is the Festival with it?
The Underworld Rumor [M]:A rather strange rumor begins to float through the underworld of Ansteorra. Apparently a new band of thugs has taken to residing in caves not far from the city. Someone wants them gone. A bounty has been placed for each one killed. Aside from the rumor of the bounty another spreads of fools trying to take the caves on their own and returning mad or not at all.
One such fool is a rather well known sailor, Carl Bentok. His words are passed along as a warning to the meek, or an incentive to the brave. "They were there, then not there. They were all around us! Ahh they're still all around us! Run for your liiiives!!!" Carl is still at this time missing, his family has posted a notice on the message board about him.
Being only a rumor, no contact is known, it's up to a group of heroes to attract the attention of the figure behind the rumor.
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