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Ongoing Rumours Thread
Started by Avalore

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We'll have early morning madness...
We'll have magic in the making...

A woman dressed in crimson and black regalia accepts a trader's hand as many folk file out of a caravan, all a bit weary from their shared journey from Mariza.

As she goes to stretch her limbs and adjust her knapsack, he offers her her cloak, singular to those attending the once-illustrious Tamohn University. She waves it away, insisting that he take it as extra protection on his next journey.

Ink black eyes take in the glimmer of the Spire, all consuming.

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Word would spread about the arrival of a so called 'Frogknight'.
7'2, with a frog-mouth helmet, a greatsword and two woglets,
riding on his shoulder. all of them wearing a
black and yellow surcoat...

Truly how weird the Spire can get...

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Word makes it down from Katrinsa, the capital of the Duchy of Rulan. Two men were knighted by the Duchess Silverbloom herself: one Ser Daniel, a well-respected soldier on The Wall, and the other, a strange man hailing from the Spire: Ser Maliketh.

It is said that the knighthood was ordered by the King-Emperor himself, perhaps in a bid to appease the Lady of the Lake.

A Valkian knight now rests in our midst.

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it's me

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A great and terrible, hulking thing shook the earth by the theater south of town, supposedly the height of a hundred men. Whether exaggeration or reality, the bravery of the many there is undeniable, and in the aftermath? It took a good while to clear the chunks of rotten viscera from the ground, the thing itself supposedly buried nearby in pieces hauled away...

The smell still lingers, in some spots.

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A bloody trail can be traced from sparring pit to hospital. 

 

At the end of the trail is an unconscious man, tucked into one of the triage cots. 

His body is covered in long bloody gashes and he has traces of foam at his lips.

(he looks like he was dragged through barbed wire, but Avalorians wouldn't know this reference)

The bleeding however, has been stopped and the man was haphazardly smeared with Aloe gel.

It is none other than Waylon van Hay!

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       Whispers spread through the Spire from recent arrivals who’ve just traveled from the Wall. Beyond Albern’s Crossing but before the Walljack Swamps, a caravan has been smashed to smithereens by a rock-slide. Armored knights and soldiers are found dead beneath shattered boulders. It appears this military cohort was unfortunate enough to find themselves right beside a cliff just as a storm loosened the soil and stone. How unlucky of them… perhaps a bit too unlucky. 

 

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       To those of [Dubious Origins] or to those who have connections in the underworld, they’d catch some mild speculation. The wagons were suspiciously empty of any chests or containers. Some think the soldiers were transporting cargo from a recent shipwreck and that an outfit of criminals were responsible. This wouldn’t be the first time such a heist has occurred. Others remember that months prior, a convoy of merchants were swindled by a crew impersonating the Militia. In both cases, the culprits left without a trace, leaving with whatever they were after. Even to those in the crime-world, contacting this mysterious crew has proven impossible. They’ve been lying low, probably figuring out what to do with their spoils and waiting for things to cool down. Whatever they scored, it was big; important enough to stop their activities for a while. But whispers flutter around that the Outfit is eager for another score once the coast is clear. The Great Caravan Heist won't be their last move... 

 

(If you're interested in investigating the case, either contact me/Old-Seadog or BmZuZu!)

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Olomet:

A bloody trail can be traced from sparring pit to hospital. 

 

At the end of the trail is an unconscious man, tucked into one of the triage cots. 

His body is covered in long bloody gashes and he has traces of foam at his lips.

(he looks like he was dragged through barbed wire, but Avalorians wouldn't know this reference)

The bleeding however, has been stopped and the man was haphazardly smeared with Aloe gel.

It is none other than Waylon van Hay!


The unconscious man seemingly disappeared from the hospital, but some say that they saw a badly cut-up man drunkenly stumbling around the town looking for someone.  It is hard to tell who they are looking for, as the man can barely talk and is heavily armed, so most avoid him.

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Late in the night, a pair returns to the Spire-Town through the North-Eastern gate.

They say one of them is Fireborne, covered head-to-toe in golden scales and easily at least eight feet tall. 

They say the other had an eye that glowed, leaving afterimages if stared at too directly. 

Only one of these things is new.

To those who ask or know their faces, they can find names. 

Salachar Pyrrhichar, and Nolune Hoshimi.

 

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Rumors spread quickly amongst those who frequent at bars and taverns

The best beer in all in all the southern reach, for free?

This must be too good to be true...

Those who wish to inquire more- are told to seek out the Injured Shark Lady.

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||Shoot me a DM to schedule RP :D @FortuneFool on discord <3||

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A small rumor spreads, mostly among those with an ear on trade.

A small shipment of mead has arrived in town, and yet... The casks were empty. No drink to be found inside, only dregs.

How? Did someone... Drink it all? It just doesn't make sense...

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