Alteran Rumors, Gossip, & Hearsay

[Opal]

[!]
First attempted manslaughter, now this? As if things couldn’t get any worse at the Blue Moon Bakery, it seems the quaint shop was attacked by a group of armored men, several others having been injured to various degrees.

Fi, the young owner of the bakery, has been hospitalized due to said injuries.

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[kaiser_harding]

A Large Wagon Train of people, materials, and supplies has been seen moving south From Hardanger which now stands barren and empty, with only foundations where the Estate once stood. At one point far south they split into two directions, the people heading for Linistel, the supplies and workers heading for a mountain.

 

[Lenore]

The area just outside Storms' Landing Cathedral is stained with blood
and littered with the corpses of locusts.


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[Elz]

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Those to the north west of the continent bear witness to a brilliant red light arcing across the night sky. Whilst it looks like a comet, it is distinctly different in the fact it seems to be going in an upwards arc instead of crashing down. As if it moves off into the heavens themselves. Those who watch feel they can briefly hear the sounds of battle at the back of their mind.

Those who could reasonably see it would be in this area of the map:

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[Zoslore]

[!] One fine afternoon in Queensport, the shrill shriek of a child echoed through the cathedral, followed by dramatic shouts and sobs.
Perhaps a scuffle, perhaps something more- whatever it was, it's long gone.​

 

[Catanomical]

[!] Jack ran out of his tavern one frightful night. As a man, and a leper walked into the tavern. An undead dog thing following one of them.

 

[Kostadim]

[!] Deep within the darkness of the sewers in Storm’s Landing, groaning and splashing can be heard. Those who hang around the black market often would likely hear rumors of a man having dragged away the bodies of three men from the marketplace.. (Should you spot the signs pm me so I can DM what happens!)

 

[Samiwashere]

A rumour spreads around Azerwind and The Landing that Queen Citrine is seeking someone trained in combat, and preferably experienced in training others in combat, to seek her out in Mockingbay to discuss something.
(Didn’t want to make a whole poster. If you’re intrigued poke me on disco and I will clarify.)

 

[BoredBrit]

From Thorne heading North, a convoy of caravans move along the Queen's Road. They are set to transport a great many Grain Arks to the Capital of the Kaltstadt. Upon their arrival, the Kaltic customs office would find themselves met with a letter directed to the Kaiser and Kaiserin.

blargtheawesome Elz

(Message me on Discord for the Letter's contents)

 

[Cymic_]

[!]
HALBED​

Bricks are laid, fingers bleed. The whores gather along the docks to join the barrels of ice, the blocks of stone, the large racks of Sangrian booze. Exports are seemingly going out at a much higher rate than imports as of late.

 

[Elz]

Eldpoint finds itself strangle having an entire day of snowfall, piling up and not melting despite the sun and its southern location. It will melt after the 25th.
Rumour spreads it was the town owner himself who wished for this, this year.

Map​

 

[Elz]

Households with little to spend on food or gifts find themselves granted a table of food to feed their family and a small gift for each one, be it new blankets or shoes or toys. Each household finds a note to state one 'Eimar Ursae' used his wish for this.

[ You are welcome to include yourself in this if you play a 'poor' character, but it is nothing overly special. Keep it relatively mundane. ]

Rawkiller​

 

[Elz]

Two stars in the night sky seem to drift closer together, and take on a pink hue.

Jazzper Kamaoe ​

 

[Ruu Darling]

{!}

An evening in Linistel meant for merriment and unwinding erupts into panic, a strange intense thunderstorm rolls over the city after a handful of individuals fall victim to poison, including the Queen herself. Questions fly and left unanswered, the whispers of content citizens in a land untouched by trouble turn wary.​

 

[Fronslin]

{!}
A pilgrimage by a family of elves to Archon's grave was recently made.
A single teal flamed candle and a loaf of bread was left by the sword
Word would spread of this particular happening but there seems to be no ulterior motive.​

 

[Reedie]

{!}

As the miraculous snowfall that coats Eldpoint begins to melt, the city guard are still seen getting in snowball fights with kids in the streets, let loose by their parents to have fun in the snow. Many of them have never been outside the city walls, let alone see snow for themselves. For a few short days and nights, everyone seems to have wider smiles on their face than usual.

Even as the heavy snow weighed down roofs and wooden piers, these seem like worries for another day. For now, people make the most of the miracle of snow.​

 

[Fronslin]

{!}
Over the course of the night, all of Linistel's outdoor lanterns and candles not near shrines would be lit with cobalt flames by a pair of elves with sticks and painted lanterns.
Those outside of Linistel would not know the meaning of this happening, but a whole city lit up with colored flames is a rumor that quickly spreads.
Ruu Darling Astalgon​

 

[Solus]

[!]

Beldak, the Firecracker, has new colorful bursts in his possession.
Have a visit if you're needing to celebrate with a little more spark than normal.

New Year Fireworks over by the tavern's docks- buy some to use tomorrow.
Have a good one, folks​

 

[The_VALKYRIE]

Those living in Linistel may notice a modest amount of building material and activity at the Shallerana shrine

 

[Jase]

The Kraken's Culling Tavern has appeared to become haunted. People within its confines find themselves anxious and more likely to panic- and cursed with bad dreams. Some even say they can hear an odd heartbeat from within the walls. Although strangely, not on the top floors ...

Jack, the barkeep, is understandably most upset.

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Spoiler: Spell Cast

C U R S E D E F F I G Y
Divine: Jishrim.
Tier: 1
Action: Prayer and Touch.
Cost: 2SP
Duration: One week.
Spell: The caster creates a horrifying effigy of flesh and bone and places it to give off an aura of great unease. Those in RP chat radius will find themselves cursed with nightmares and restless sleep, and a growing sense of anxiety, panic, and swear that they can hear a heartbeat that they cannot place the location of. It will last up to one OOC week or until destroyed, though within a few days the effigy may begin to rot naturally with its own consequences

The effects are now gone.