Secret History of the Northlands

January 23, 1999, from Halaster: Northlands Update

Due to recent events between Kadius and Reynolte (note: for more details consult Kadian history, Kul decided to declare martial law. He placed troops in Freil's Rest and the Reynolte vineyard. He also made it known that these two places are now Tuluki property. The shops and taverns and such there still remain under the ownership of whoever they ewre before, but the common citizens, etc are now Tuluki.

Reynolte claims that Kadius commited treason. Therefore Kul will perform an investigation.

Because Reynolte got fire-happy, Kul placed all members of the House and their guards under House Arrest. He also placed Kierk of Kadius under House arrest.

The plan for the future is to have Kul disband all Reynolte guards (PC's) and take away their policeforce abilities.

February 1, 1999, from Eris: Blackwing kill Vivie Reynolte

Blackwing got some offers that made it desirable to assassinate Vivie Reynolte. They came from Kadius and the templar Madiki after Vivie killed Emilee Kadius. Initially the Blackwing played both sides of the affair, and actually told Vivie of the offers. They then challenged Vivie to make a counter-offer to, in effect, unsweeten the two separate deals from the south.

A few days ago, the elfies ran up to the northern Kadian village, spent some time there, then went over to the Reynolte estate. After a few hours of playing around (drinking, armwrestling, etc) between the Reynoltes and Blackwing (Laen, Jeslek, Jazet, Lythos, Sirilla, Achrolum and Kithian) the elves were given the nickel tour of the Reynolte estate. _Somehow_ they ended up in a cave, all the Blackwing with Vivie and Calhoun in the bottom room, and Jeslek blocking the entrance (shooting the shit with Drylanyr). The room between the bottom room and the way out had room for only one person. So, they killed Vivie and Calhoun there, with no one actually witnessing the deed (not that they didn't know who did it though, it was pretty obvious).

The Blackwing got out, but Sirilla had quit out in the vineyards before the deed was done. She logged back in, was questioned and killed by Reynolte.

Last night a group of Blackwing went down to Allanak to cash in (with Vivie's head and signet ring on their persons). Madiki is allowing Blackwing two things: 1> Safe passage (to the extent he can effect that) in Allanak. 2> A secure stall in the main bazaar from which to sell wares, etc.

The Kadians weren't around, so the elves headed back north. On the way they were contacted about an attack (perpetrated by Isar, who wanted to send a message that no piddly elf tribe will fuck with the north) on the camp. About a dozen Blackwing children were killed and beheaded, and about another 10-15 adults were killed between the camp and the fort. The oasis near the camp was defiled and a pile of burning corpes (a pre-made pyre object) was also left there. Needless to say, the elves are now scared.

February 5, 1999, from Halaster: More on Blackwing Kill Vivie

Kul obviously found out about Vivie being killed by BW. I mean, -everyone- knows now. In light of that, he has ended his investigation into Emilee's murder since the primary person involved (Vivie) is now dead. He has also lifted the Martial Law and House Arrest of all invovled. In other words, everything is realtively back to normal. As I posted on the quest board in the game, I fucked up and shouldn't have used Isar due to previous quests. Therefore, it was decided that instead of Isar, it was a "mercenary sorc" who Kul hired to do the work. I think it's safe to say that he could have tried to appear like Isar so that everyone wouldn't know Isar was magickless (thus they'd still fear him, blah blah), but in truth it wasn't Isar. Anyway, General Garas (Kul's right-hand man) informed Reynolte and Kadius of the end of the investigation. Grimjak of Reynolte asked Garas if they had indeed done this to BW, and he unoficially confirmed it. He told Reynolte that Tuluk has done what it will in the sense of revenge, so if they (Reynolte) want to take it any further, they're on their own.

Basically, Kul didn't give a shit about Vivie, personally. He thought she was a troublemaker (i.e. killing Emilee).

Kul has also informed Reynolte and Kadius that Freil's Rest and the Reynolte Vineyard are to forever remain the property of Tuluk. He used all this as an excuse to annex these lands so that he can tax them to help support the army. Any future groups who wish to open shops in the area may still do so, by going through Reynolte or Kadius, but they eventually must be approved by Kul for it to happen.

March 4, 1999 from Nessalin: State of the Northlands

Templars: The templars in the Northlands no longer have magick. At least half of them (the Lirathu order) never had magick to start with. Of the other half (the Jihaen order) many of them did not have magick for several years since only those following Isar could cast.

This is important when you consider the question of how the templars are keeping the people of the Northlands in line. Their military might is down to 60% and the resources are now almost entirely in the hands of the nobles, most of which have their own small armies to protect them.

The Order of Jihae: The remaining Jihaens are turning into military officers and becoming less and less of a law enforcement order. This emphasis on a solid militia capable of being set upon, and achieving, tasks as opposed to one employed to protect spell casters doing the heavy work, is radical when you think about it. The Jihaen templarate now spends much of its time working the army, keeping it supplied, and most importantly keeping it busy.

The Order of Lirathu: Previously the record keepers of Tuluk, this all female templar order has never had magick. Instead any psionic powers possessed by its members were developed and exploited to the extreme as a means to competing within the politically active society of Tuluk. Coupled with their extensive, centuries rich records about everything from weather patterns, to genealogy charts, to the cost of reliable informants within the Allanak political machine, they were able to hold their own quite well against the resource-controlling nobles and the magick-wielding Jihaen Order.

With the fall of Tuluk, the loss of magick to the Jihaen Order, and the impovershment of the militia, the Lirathu Order has hardly been affected. Their office and records were nearly untouched in the destruction, being located close to the Ivory pyramid as they are, and their psionic powers diminished not a bit by the loss of Isar.

Currently Kul utilizes this order as spies and informants. Sending them about to act as scribes, translators (there is no language that at least one Lirathu Templar does not speak, so far as anyone can tell), and advisors they are umbiquitus in the Northlands power structure. Most nobles don't seem to mind having them around because they are so useful, there's generally at least one area of expertise that they would have a hard time doing without. All of these nobles, however, also realize that anything a Lirathu templar sees, is reported to Kul eventually. They are his eyes and ears in the new Northlands.

Keeping Order: With a more mundane, but increaslingly professional and self-reliant, military commanded by dedicated officers and their extensive, almost spooky, records, Kul now has a templarate that the populace needs and will obey. Although the nobles could possibly join together and overcome the army, they could not do to compete with the Southlands.

March 5, 2000, from Savak: Northern body cavity searches

The Field Marshal (Riyaz) made an appearance in the northlands, basically being a bit of a grizzled jerk while ordering everyone in the Sanctuary to submit to a brief search. More of a reminder than really expecting to find anything; in fact Jak was in there, but had hidden his Rebel medallion elsewhere. Even drug off Dominique for a short interrogation, because she just seemed "too nervous"..hyperventilated and everything.

July 2, 1999: Northern Laws

A note is attached in a public place, with a scribe stationed to read it to all who listen:

"Due to confusions with various interpretations of the laws of Gol Krathu, let it be known that High Precentor Kul has issued the following statement for the sake of clarification:

The following (non-comprehensive) list are considered crimes in Gol Krathu, Luir's, and all possessions, lands, and holdings of the city-state of Tuluk: The following (non-comprehensive) list were either crimes in the past, undefined, or confused with crimes though they may not have been. However, let it be known that from here foward the follow are -NOT- crimes: Wed, 07 Jul 1999 07:25:24 GMT from Savak: Bandits and Rebellions
 * Murder
 * Theft
 * Bribery
 * Treason
 * Rape
 * Assault
 * Arson
 * Destruction of Public Property
 * Amassing troops (usually defined as assembling in organized, militaristic groups larger than ten people)
 * Exposed weapons in public places
 * Magick of all kinds
 * Use of poisons
 * wearing hoods or masks
 * spice
 * psionics
 * mindbenders
 * speaking different languages in public (save Tatlum)
 * possession of poisons

In light of recent events in Allanak & the taking over of the mantis valley, the Ja'ben rebellion has decided to make their presence more known. Now, the rebellion doesn't care that much for Tuluk any more than it does for Allanak, and is mostly taking on the name of rebellion as a propaganda scheme. Just so happens that they don't like nobles, and with Allanak (& their nobles!) making aggressive & so far successful moves (bai bai mantis), they would like to shovel something nasty back in those noble faces.

In the process of all this, an NPC elf named Xazin contacted Brooks while he was in Luirs. They had a brisk sort of chat, during which Xazin made a vague offer to take care of the 'annoyance' of the northlands bandits, under the pretense that Gol Krathu could easily do it but might not want to extend its neck even a little bit in the process. So, he basically requested a meeting with someone who could speak for the militia, and Brooks sent him to Thanos.

As they parted, Xazin left Brooks with an enigmatic whisper about the ear of the Ja'ben rebellion, which apparently got his attention.

Any rate, next stop is Thanos, unless Halaster gets to him first -- in which case I dunno who, if any PC, will fill that position (uh, assuming Thanos doesn't get off scot-free, which I'm somehow doubting). Among current PC's, I can't think of anyone appropriate; Deshistan's about the closest.

Fri, 16 Jul 1999 15:50:02 GMT from Savak: Update

Xazin basically said they (it eventually came out that 'they' = Ja'ben rebellion, although when Desh asked what that meant, Xazin refused to go into detail) would be willing to "handle" these scruffy northern bandits, in exchange for little more than a little leeway in so doing. After some banter, Desh decided he & his would like to talk it over some, and that was that.

I think Desh may have gotten the impression that the Ja'ben wanted land & a place to settle along with some sayso in Gol Krathu when the whole fighting thing was said and done with, although that was never actually asked for. Then he said he'd think about supporting the request in exchange for Reynolte getting sole 'rights' to trade & such with the Ja'ben; if they agree, it's likely to be a simple lie. To me it seemed like he was looking a gift horse in the mouth, then demanding to get two horses instead. Or maybe he was just trying to play up against the elf Xazin, expecting more demands than were explicitly stated, I dunno.

Aug 8, 1999: The Sun King's Sanctuary Opens

A page wearing the Tuluki colors enters the tavern, clears his throat, and says:

"After much await, the Sun King's Sanctuary, High Precentor Kul's new tavern and inn, is announcing it's grand opening! As previously stated, it will indeed be ready in time for the celebration, which begins in but a few days! (aug8, 8pm est).

This tavern is promised to be the greated tavern in ALL the Known World! For the enjoyment of everyone, numerous means of entertainment has been setup: A small spice-den sponsored by House Kurac! A gambling hall complete with arm-wrestling, dart-throwing, and more! A dance hall for the light of foot! All sorts of food and alcohol made by House Reynolte, and a few by House Kadius!

Best of all, LIVE performers are scheduled for five nights out of the eleven-day week! The schedule is: These entertainers will perform EVERY week, without fail! All six other nights of the week, Nekrete through Barani, will be open to the public as we allow anyone who wants to perform.
 * The nimble and talented juggler every Detal
 * A new-to-the-land show called "mime" on Ocandra
 * The beautiful music of a Tuluki lyrist on Terrin
 * The amazing Kylim will swallow swords whole on Abid
 * The "erotic dancing" of Sylima the sensuous on Cingel

Stables are provided nearby for travellers as well as a sleeping commons upstairs.

Come One, Come All to the Great Tavern in all the World!

Mon, 23 Aug 1999 13:00:47 GMT from Savak: Mahdal raid

Had been chasing Brooks & Dukol around a bit with a few Mahdal. They fled back to the Scaien gates and all the soldiers there for a while, and the bandits scampered back into the scrub a ways. After a fairly short while, they got more bold and decided to head back out, on their way to the logging camp. The bandits had been hiding out not far from the bend in the road, and saw them when they arrived there. Bandits circled around them to cut off their route back to Scaien.. popped Brooks with an arrow, and demanded they stop and drop their goodies or die.

Both flatly refused (in fact demanding the bandits do the same..drop weapons or die), and Brooks just barely had time to emote his mul NPC moving in front of him as the bandits tried to make good on their threats. Mul and Dukol fight against the three bandit NPC's, then eventually decide the fight's not going well and Brooks & Dukol flee back to Scaien. Both try to urge the mul to come as well, but of course he was enjoying the fight. Eventually I had the mul flee back to Scaien, nearly on death's door. At that point, considering the bandits were fairly close in (and had attacked the Trade Ambassador as well as a soldier, even if it was a mul), I had the soldiers come out to chase them off -- however, Dukol decided to be a bit of a hero and charged in -ahead- of the soldiers, while I was still forcing them west down the road, and before I could jump back to the bandits and have them flee in fright before the might of Gol Krathu.

So, of course, the NPC's auto-attacked a kank-riding Dukol as he rode in, while I was trying to get the Tuluki soldiers to attack the bandits. He went down before I had time to type 'f soldier rescue dukol'; the bandit leader only barely got out of there, and about the most skilled elf the bandits have took some vicious wounds. One of the generic lackeys were killed as they fled. Brooks knows, and at about the point he found out Dukol died, I lost link.

I assume word drifts up through the ranks that the bandits are still occasionally being annoying, and if only to soothe the populace Kul or someone would really rather they be smashed. I propose that Kul/Garas/someone-Tuluki'ish ask the Kuraci to track down the current location of the bandit encampment.

While the Ja'ben rebellion exists and would prefer to take the credit for whacking the bandits, I'm sure Kul feels much the same -- a nice bandit whacking would probably help bolster the waning morale of the militia (money problems, still?) as well as re-centralize the support of the scattered Gol Krathu population.

I've more or less decided that if there isn't enough PC involvement/activity/interest, then the Ja'ben will basically handle the situation, hopefully still involving some of those Kuraci, and whoever else (the Muark have good reason to want in on the action, too) -- or they may just try to show up at about the same time the rest of the party does, to get in on the publicity stunt.

Reynolte, Brooks, and Kurac(Delison) all know at least a little bit about the Ja'ben. However, they've all only spoken to an elven representative, and I'm fairly convinced they all think it's some elven tribe that they can't trust. That's all well and good, so we'll just see what happens.

October 11, 1999: Ambassator Brooks slain.

While visiting Luir's Outpost Ambassator Brooks of Tuluk was assassinated by an unknown person while sitting in the Storm's End Inn. His body was returned to the Northlands.

[Tue May 9 23:39:00 2000] (Halaster) Shaitan, Arminis, and DEMONS

Shaitan (Shoka) had found Arminis and Kastiel's tower, and the ash nearby. He told some 'naki soldiers and convinced them to come check it out.

Shaitan and three soldiers went to the tower, but, as they were preparing to go, they were talking outloud about it, and Arminis overheard them (he was in the tavern).

Arminis bolted, and teleported home, where he ambushed them with a 'kral' summoned demon. The demon kicked the soldiers' arses, and Shaitan was knocked out. He woke up and was messed with proplerly, by the demon (played by Savak) and Arminis. Arminis finally banished Shaitan (who now is insane).

(Savak) >Shaitan, Arminis, and DEMONS

The demon did some mind-messing with Shaitan as part of the process, leaving him "somewhat insane" (told him to take that and run with it, gave him some freedom to play that however); also Shaitan should now be a bit more 'extreme' in situations which arouse fear in him (demon having messed with him trying to make this occur -- creation of more fear vibes).

[Wed Jul 12 09:44:08 2000] (Savak) Lord Therlias Borsail in the north

Therlias (Erdlu) has traveled north to Luirs (so far), apparently to keep claim upon Borsail holdings in the northlands. Dunno what that's all about; minor consequence, although I'm glad he's there. If he keeps romping about up there, however, I'd very much like it if the rebels got wind of it and caused some trouble. He's got at least three NPC guards with him, which could be "sacrificed" as part of some action. I'd rather the rebels not 'seriously' try to kill him (rather, staff not try to kill him using rebels) unless he's pretty dumb. Instead, just some increase of the action. If he travels, an ambush which allows him good chance to flee. If he doesn't travel, an assassin who either just misses him, or gets one of his guards. You know, the usual.

[Wed Jul 12 12:57:46 2000] Borsail

You overhear a couple hunters talking about a Borsail noble who has just arrived to the Northlands. His name, you hear, is Lord Therlias Borsail, the Commander of the Crimson Wyverns. Evidently this man is reported to be quite large and intimidating in his appearance.

It is rumored that he is here to survey Borsail holdings in the North and to establish the Borsail presense in the region. Storys from travelers who have encountered the Lord Borsail in Allanak are gossiping that he has a quick temper, but is fairly fair in his treatment of commoners who show respect.

[Mon Jul 24 16:43:22 2000] Borsail Hiring

A short, young page wearing a crimson tunic stands up on his chair and yells to the tavern, "All commoners of the Northlands, Lord Therlias Borsail, Commander of the Crimson Wyverns, has announced that he is hiring for many positions here in the Northlands. All skilled hands will be considered. The positions most needed are guards, gardeners, house servants, cooks, artists, stable hands and more guards. If you wish to work for the most powerful House in all the Highlords realm, you should seek out Lord Therlias Borsail with great haste.

[Mon Aug 14 22:34:23 2000] (Karianna) Kuroth and stuff...

To fill you all in about Kuroth and happenings with the north: Kuroth believes he has found the rebel camp and has sent word to Lady Crondea of the Red. As Savak mentioned, he was re-assigned to the north and is to focus on the rebels. As for his actions with the field marshal - well, he'll learn. Heh.

[Wed Aug 16 10:42:26 2000] (Savak) >well shoot...

Kuroth hired several people to try to scout out and find the Rebel camp. Arjaan definitely found it, and I almost killed him with an archer when he and a couple of Byn were riding around the thicket kankback. If you want, it would not be entirely out of form for the thicket camp to be moved; a lot of people have been talking about it in the north, and several have ridden around it taking long looks. (This was made much easier by someone setting an exit so ppl could look east into the camp; ergo random hunters in the area who did the usual l n;l s;l w;l e; would stumble upon it-- I assume that was Kari, and was intended so ppl WOULD find it, which is basically fine, if a bit easy on 'em.)

So, Kuroth should know precisely where the correct camp is, via the many scouts (Arjaan's group definitely) he sent out. I'll also give him the benefit of the doubt in getting so many PC's up there; I know he hired the Byn and requested those of Arjaan's group, which pretty well covered most of the ppl online at the time, right there. But I think it's pretty weak to claim he didn't know he should inform someone about going to attack a significant Rebel stronghold; maybe innocent, but not all that bright.

[Wed Aug 16 03:12:34 2000] Assault on the Rebellion

The large, long-haired bartender turns to face you. "Did you hear about that catastrophy of an attack on the rebels? Aparently that templar, Lord Kuroth, was leading some soldiers, Byn and volunteers on an assault. It seems Kuroth fell at the begining of the battle, and it all fell apart. It seems as if the number of rebels was underestimated. We had wounded coming in and out of here for almost an entire day. Their losses were high, I guess, and cleaning up the blood sure was a pain in the ass." The large, long-haired bartender turns back to filling up some mugs.

[Fri Aug 18 02:45:41 2000] Battle in the north.

Rumors trickle in that Lord Kuroth lead an attack on the rebels in the north and was defeated. People say that Kuroth himself was killed early on in the battle.

[Fri Jul 28 06:32:59 2000] Encounters with the unkown

A dusty, cloaked traveler enters the tavern. Lifting his hand and clearing his throat he quites the crowd. He begins a tail of an encounter along Red Rock Ridge to the west. Caught in a blinding sandstorm one night, he made camp near the cliffs and settled down until dawn. Stranges sounds in the night quickly awoke him, and he sprung to his feet. With the moons obscured he could see nothing, but could feel the presence of something. And with the blinding quickness of a halfling something leaped upon his back and buried it's chilling fangs deep into his neck, drawing forth a wailing scream of pain. The traveler fell unconscious after attempting to fight off the attacker to no avail. Upon awakinging at dawn, the traveler could find no sign of the attacker. But found whatever it was stripped him of blade and purse. Struggling and weak from the attack, the traveler made his way back to tell his tale.

So beware he says before he turns to leave the tavern Silence remains as the patrons look upon one another and then the atmosphere slowly returns to normal.

[Wed Aug 16 23:15:20 2000] Reward!

Did you hear? The Lord Governor has announced a couple large rewards!

For the corpse of each dead black tembo of large size, the Lord Governor will give 500 coins each. But even better is the reward being offered for the death of the one eyed man named Kalani, and his lanky mother Salkah. They are both said to be viclate creatures that can turn into an large inky black tembo at night. The Lord Governor said he would give 4000 coins for the body of each of them.

[Mon Aug 21 03:01:13 2000] One dead tembo?

It is overheard that the shape shifting beast named Kalani, has been slain in Allanak. His mother Salkah however still remains at large. It has also now known that the beasts powers are not restriced only to the evening. Extreme caution should be used at all times of the day, for Salkah may strike whenever she wishes.

[Mon Nov 27 20:35:57 2000] Sweet reward for that one

The gaunt, black-haired leans over and nudges you lightly in the ribs.

"Hey, heard about that reward? 6000 sid for the man who shot Lady Tor 3000 sid for his head, if ya ask me that's the safer way ta go. Word has it he's the same fella tha's been whackin' them soldiers around here. What's he look like? Damn hides his face most tha time. Has a real smart mouth though, kinda on tha lean side and a real dark color ta his skin. I don't thin' I'd mind getting my hands on 3000 sid, know what I mean? Last time I saw 'im he was wearin' one o' those green and blue cloak ya can buy up in Freils. Word has it he's dangerous one... so I'd be more tempted ta bring 'im in alive than dead, but tha's jes me.

With a quick wink, the guant, black-haired mean leans back over to his drink.

[Sun Dec 10 23:56:37 2000] Rumors about the death of a Tor Scorpion

Rumors abound about the death of a Tor Scorpion all decked out in fancy armor in the northlands. Men and women all around the Gol Krathu pause to discuss the happening with a mixture of fear, anticipation, and satisfaction. The story goes that a rebel and a Tor Scorpion got into an argument, some say a pissing match in the Sun King's Sanctuary. Finally they took it outside and the rebel won. No one knows just what happen, some stories go that the rebel won hands down, without breaking a sweat. Others go that the rebel had friends, lots of them, and they ambushed the Scorpion yet no matter the variation, it all ends the same way. The Scorpion died by rebel hands.

[Thu Feb 8 15:54:31 2001] Word comes from Borsail

Word filters through the room that Lord Shylon Borsail has called a halt to efforts being made to improve relations between the north and the south. Specificly those that claim to be part of the rebellion. Word comes through that Borsail had arrived to the north under a banner of peace and understanding, only to have warmongering rebels attempt to end such reason for their own financial gain.

Lord Shylon has also put out word that the fine Wyverns will be doing some northern recruiting of those of human blood and those who are loyal to his gloriousness, the Highlord. It's been noticed that alot of people are now attempting to distance themselves from any association with the rebels for fear of retribution and retalliation.

Added as an after thought is the request for any presant durning the unfortunate events within the sanctuary, come forward and present information and gain a reward

[Mon Feb 12 16:17:55 2001] Missing Borsail child!

Rumors spread quickly the rebels have kidnapped Lord Shylon's son. Rumor has it that Borsail is going take one commoner child as a slave for every day that his son is missing. Some people even say that they heard lord Shylon himself say that for any harm that is done to his son, the children that Borsail takes will suffer ten fold.

[Thu Feb 15 17:33:53 2001] A Proclamation from Lord Borsail

A clean shaven man wearing grey and crimson robes enters the room standing next to a woman in similar attire. Both are surrounded by a number of Guards.

Clearing his throat the man begins to speak loudly and clearly. As rumors may have dictated, it is true the heir of Lord Borsail has gone missing at the hands of the misguided rebellion.

It is also true that for every day his some is missing one northern child will be taken and held prisoner by House Borsail. These children will not be placed into slavery, but rather will be treated as guests for the time being. If any harm comes to either Lord Shylon Borsail, or his son each one of the children will be indiscriminatly put to death as traitors.

Lord Shylon also orders that word be put out to those holding his son should contact him immediately so that this incident can be put behind us all and nobody will be harmed further.

Those responsible for holding Lord Shylons son have two ten-day to make some contact or one child per day will be executed likewise.

A personal word from Lord Shylon to those mothers and fathers worrying for the safty of their missing children. He states that they are perfectly happy and healthy for now, but it is in your, and your childs best intrest that you convince the rebels to negotiate as soon as possible.

[Sat Apr 6 20:49:45 2002] War!

Commoners continue to run around screaming and shouting, rumors pass quickly that the rebels have invaded.

[Sun Apr 7 11:19:01 2002] Liberation in the north! A grizzled hunter walks in and wanders over to a table with a few patrons. "So what's up with all these soldiers with 'em new colors?", you hear. "On what bloody side of the shield wall have ya been livin' in?", you hear a grumbly reply. "I was out ridin' on a long huntin' trip, krath, I even got ta the shield wall." "Oh? So yer sayin' ya don't know squat 'bout what happened, eh?" "Not a bloody thing, mate, not a bloody thing." "Well, the sun-king's men won the day, the northlands are now ruled by their rightful owner." "n' how did that bloody happen?" "Well... Ya see, it started out with a two pronged assault, 'round down by the Reynolte village, 'at didn't fare too well though, the  liberation forces were beaten back." "Assault? By who?" "The sun-king's men, are ya daft old geezer? Though there were a few of 'em 'at were real weird lookin'. Some with funny markings on 'em  and some with all sorts of deformities and dung like that." "Krath, ya mean there were a whole lot of 'em?" "Aye, n' lots of bloody 'nakies too. More 'nakies 'en I thought 'ey had around here" "Aye, so what bloody happened?" "I was getting to 'at, feller, well after the southern assault didn't go too well, the main force went through the main gate, it did, n' it  joined battle with all 'em filthy 'nakies." "Big battle, eh?" "Aye, aye, n' the bloody 'naki field marshal templar Sathis went in there himself. Him n' all sorts of dead lookin' things. It was a  close thing too, but the sun-king's men won out in the end. Sathis  himself was left rotting in the field. But the sun-king's men took  some punishment too, one of sun-king's templars died n' a whole lot of men too." "Wow, 'ats some bloody tale." "'tain't no tale, n' after the battle, well the morning after actually, after the area was cleaned from most of the remaining 'naki  riff-raff, a large part of the army rode south, to Luir's." "What happened there, ol' chap?" "Well, 'tis sorta sketchy, ain't really sure. All I know is that some feller came ridin' back in shouting 'at there was a bloody disaster  in Luir's, as if there was some sorta loss there. But he said  'twasn't over either, so I ain't sure." The old grizzled hunter raises his mug and says: "Hail Muk Utep!" And gets as a reply: "Hail! Hail! Hail!" [Tue Apr 9 12:51:47 2002] Rumors of Leadership

People talk around the north about a seeming lack of focused leadership immediately after the war. It is a well-known fact, now, that High Precentor Kul and Precentor Isar both died in the war. Even most of their aides and next-in-lines perished. So, many are wondering: who will lead the north now? Of course King Utep leads, but who will be the liason to the people, as these two men once were? While a sincere atmosphere of victory and freedom exists in the north, a smaller sense of uncertainty lies directly beneath. Who knows what the near future may hold.

[Sat Apr 13 02:40:46 2002] Elves attack the Harzen Gates!

Word spreads quickly about a recent attack at the Harzen gates along the southern Scaien:

A group of tribal elves, assumed to be from the Eastern grasslands, assaulted the gates, killing one soldier and dragging off a second wounded soldier. Two young lads witnessed the attack and rushed to get help, contacting the rebel Lieutenant Auren. A contingent of rebel and Tuluki soldiers was quickly established. The contingent, accompanied by the two young lads, went outside the Scaien wall, hunted down and killed the group of outlaw elves, managing to rescue the captured soldier who thankfully survived his wounds received in the ordeal.

Local citizens are said to be angry about the dastardly attacks by the long-necks, but at the same time happy and impressed with the quick response to the attack and rescue of the Sun-King's soldier, glad to see that criminals who would disrupt the peace in the New North will be hunted down and dealt with harshly, and that the rebels currently outside of the militia are still willing to do what they must to protect the peace and populace. Locals also proudly brag of the two boys, by the names of Kellan and Drose, for their bravery in the face of danger in assisting to bring the attackers to justice and rescue the wounded soldier. Anyone heading out east is reminded to be cautious, and to be wary of more groups of elven raiders.

[Sun Apr 14 04:25:25 2002] Battle in the Sanctuary! You overhear a conversation between two men at the bar: The skinny, brown-haired man asks in sirihish: "Did you hear 'bout that huge fight went down in here but days ago?" The tall, beady-eyed man asks in sirishi: "Only something in passing. What in Krath happened?" Licking his lips, then starting to chatter away excitedly, the skinny, brown- haired man exclaims in sirihish: "Fekkin' nakki templar, heard her name was Dora, a gem-wearing filthy no good magicker and three big soldiers suddenly appeared right in the  back o' the Sanc and started attacking, not sho o' who though.  Well, some  women come running out of the back screaming about a fight, and those  two Lieutenant guys that are always around here bolt outta they seats, and  go running ta fight along with another soldier.  Tables and chairs are  getting' knocked over as people are running ta get out of the way o' tha  battle.  That fekkin' templar blinds the Legionaire Lieutenant with foul  magick, and get this he's still up doing his best to continue fightin'!  Tha  cowardly templar bitch runs off only to be cut down by soldiers in the  streets while the rebel Lieutenant is chasing and attacking the fekkin' nakki soldiers all over the Sanc aided by a couple o' women and a young  lad.  Then this otha dwarf gets outta his seat, draws his weapons and helps to finish off the scum as well. Ain't never seen nothing like that in here a'fore!" The tall, beady-eyed man asks in sirihish: "Where in Krath were you the whole time?" The skinny, brown-haired man man says in sirihish: "It's a funny thing ya see, I was crouched behind a table and I was getting' my knives ready, and a'fore I know it the fight is over." The tall, beady-eyed man stares blankly at the skinny, brown-haired man, then stands up and walks away slowly shaking his head. Calling after the tall, beady-eyed man, the skinny, brown-haired man  exclaims in sirihish: "But I was just about ta make my move!" [Mon Sep 16 15:13:17 2002] The Beast Word spreads about the taverns of a good description of the beast.  A one handed dwarf has been spreading his tale of what the beast looked like. Apparently the beast was as long as two tall half-giants laying end to end. It was maybe a bit thicker than a half-giant, and covered with thick ash covered chitinous plates.  It had green insect like eyes and wings nearly twice the length of the entire beast.  Each wing has a black barbed talon and the beast also had a long tail with a scorpion like talon with wich it inflicted a lot of ite kills. The beast also had four strong legs, ending in three vicious claws. A chitinous arch crowned the creatures head, with other smaller arches leading down its back. It has a large maw, filled with lots of sharp teeth. The most disturbing part of the tale is that the beast was also a magicker. It was said to breath ash clouds at folk trying to fight it as well as hurl bolts of electricity at them. Its wounds seemed to heal under its plates, almost as soon as they were inflicted. And to wound the beast, one would have to aim between its plate, as its chitin turned back nearly ever blow aimed at the foul beast. [Sun Oct 27 12:14:37 2002] Carnage at the gates! Word spreads throughout the populace of the recent attack on the western gate of the city. People wonder what kind of horror would be capable of creating the carnage that several witnessed. The sole survivor of the attack spoke of a group of black tembos that attacked from the cover of the darkness of night. Many hunters and travels voice their concern about travel west of the city as there have been other sittings of black tembos and a few reports of fallen travelers, dismembered an apparently eaten. A few words are even spoken by a few old timers of a time during the occupation when some kind of magickal creatures used on the Nakis. [Wed Oct 30 22:07:29 2002] Whispered rumors of recent murders around the city. Worried whispers circulate through the populace of New Tuluk about the recent attacks and murders. Some merchants in the Vineyard speak of packing up shop and moving somewhere safer. There are also rumors of a murder late one dark night a few weeks ago. Coupled with rumors of some kind of confrontation and several sightings of a tembo fleeing from the Salarr compound, many people are nervous as a result. [Sat Nov 2 17:33:36 2002] Reports of a dead black tembo spread through the city. Rumors spread that a Half-Giant going by the name of Jero recently entered the city carrying a huge black tembo over his shoulder. It is rumored that this is indeed one of the vile beasts that this half-giant did indead kill it by himself. When asked how he simply says "I smushed it." Many people feel relived that they are able to go about their daily lives in peace, yet others point out that there were more than just one of these vile creatures and that people should be wary. [Thu Nov 21 01:00:23 2002] Rumors of the black Tembo A black haired, ebon skinned man turns to his companion saying, " You hear about that Winrothal guard eyes all changing colors and shit? Heard he was a Tembo too, not one of them smaller ones though onna Them big black ones from about these parts. He also was bearin his fangs and teasing some of the newer folk in town as well. Perhaps the legions will deal with him since he may just be an abomination and incite more trouble than it is worth. [Thu Nov 7 04:59:07 2002] Bahamet at the gates! Word spreads that a bahamet was spotted by the south gate, killing the soldiers and slaves working near the vineyard. A mixed group of civilians and soldiers, lead by Lady Templar Talestra Negean, rode out to battle the beast eventually beating it to bits but at great cost.  Altogther nine soldiers, a group of slaves and two civilians were killed, including one of the civilians that volunteered to help fight the beast, Haodric of House Salarr. [Fri Dec 27 01:32:22 2002] Death of a bahamet Rumors spread the death of a menacing bahamet. They all begin the same, with a bahamet harassing the Vineyard and rampaging through the southern gates. They begin to differentiate, each telling a cold, blue-eyed man with long platinum hair standing at the forefront, dodging and parrying its attacks as he fought back. Others speak of a rag tag group of strangers coming together and overcoming the bahamet, with several Winrothols leading the way. Whatever the story, the massive bloodstains up Maar Road seem to verify the story. Wed Oct 30 22:07:29 2002] Whispered rumors of recent murders around the city.

Worried whispers circulate through the populace of New Tuluk about the recent attacks and murders. Some merchants in the Vineyard speak of packing up shop and moving somewhere safer. There are also rumors of a murder late one dark night a few weeks ago. Coupled with rumors of some kind of confrontation and several sightings of a tembo fleeing from the Salarr compound, many people are nervous as a result.

[Sat Nov 2 17:33:36 2002] Reports of a dead black tembo spread through the city.

Rumors spread that a Half-Giant going by the name of Jero recently entered the city carrying a huge black tembo over his shoulder. It is rumored that this is indeed one of the vile beasts that this half-giant did indead kill it by himself. When asked how he simply says "I smushed it." Many people feel relived that they are able to go about their daily lives in peace, yet others point out that there were more than just one of these vile creatures and that people should be wary.

[Thu Nov 21 01:00:23 2002] Rumors of the black Tembo

A black haired, ebon skinned man turns to his companion saying, " You hear about that Winrothal guard eyes all changing colors and shit? Heard he was a Tembo too, not one of them smaller ones though onna Them big black ones from about these parts. He also was bearin his fangs and teasing some of the newer folk in town as well. Perhaps the legions will deal with him since he may just be an abomination and incite more trouble than it is worth.

'''[Thu Nov 28 04:32:44 2002] A Riot in the Sanctuary... almost.''' "So wait. You got free wine?" "Yeah. That good Kadian stuff, too." "How'd you work that out?" "Fer defendin' the bar, like I said." "I don't get it." "I told ya. Some silk pushin' fruit had this pet 'tok, right? And the thing  pisses all over Clint's good floor." "Yeah, but how did you get the free wine?" "Well, this Kadian fella gets all upset or somethin', threatening to cut Clint  off from the Kadian wine supplies. And this Lady Winrothol, she gets all offended  too. Pulls a knife on poor Clint." "No kiddin'? A knife? In public? Shameful." "Here's the good part. All these folks get up, damn near start a riot. I thought they were gonna eat that 'tok, I tell ya. It ran off with its tail between its  legs, and the other two did the same." "Yeah, that's great. Good story. What about the free wine?" "Just Clint's way of showin' his appreciation I guess." "Did you save any?" "Naw, ya damn fool. Still, what's this place coming too? Nobles threatening  honest merchants like Clint over some 'tok pissin' on the floor? Might as well   be living under the south again." [Thu Nov 28 18:37:43 2002] Talk of the trouble in Sanctuary... A male dwarf, covered with scars, is sitting at the bar In Firestorm's Pub. Sliding a few black coins along the wooden surface of the bar, he says to the bartender, "Oi, Kiiren. Let me get another shot o' flame, eh? And did ya hear 'bout the riot o'er in Sanctuary?" As he pours a small amount of reddish liquid into a shotglass, the well-built bartender asks, "Aye, something about a Kadian Agent and a Winrothol Lady, right?" Nodding repeatedly as he claps his hands at the shotglass being passed to him, the dwarf says, "Aye, aye.. That Clint always goes thinkin' he better 'an nobles and the rest o' them.." Shaking his head slowly, the bartender replies, "Aye well.. That's a sure way to loose your head, you ask me. The nobles never needed much of an excuse to ah.. What's the word they like to use? Dispose, of a commoner. And the Templerate nine out of ten times looks the other way... Anyway though, you hear what happened exactly?" After tossing back the shotglass, the dwarf says, "Hear? I was bloody 'ere... Pour another an' I'll tell ya wha' happened." The bartender chuckles at some length and pours some more reddish liquid into the dwarf's shotglass, just as the dwarf begins, "So I walk in right? And as I make my way to the bar, I see this white beast, a 'tok, with a collar on its neck.. And from the collar, a chain leadin' to one o' the biggest giants I seen abouts. Beautiful 'tok, big giant, I says hey, let me stay at the opposite end o' the bar." After a short laugh, the dwarf says, "Well.. A whee bit later, this pale lookin' fella with blood-red eyes comes out of the back room, and Clint starts yellin' at 'im, 'bout some mess the 'tok made. Now, I've seen the white fella before 'round 'ere and from what I know, he's a pretty important Kadian, so I ain't too sure 'bout what's going on in Clint's head.." Scratching his neck, the dwarf says, "But, it ain't no shell off my kank, so I tried to mind me drink. Clint went on about how the fella should clean up the mess, and the Kadian was nice enough to leave a good stack o' coins on the bar. But Clint seemed t'be lookin' for trouble, tossed a dirty rag at the Kadian, tellin' 'im to clean it up." Setting the bottle in his hands abruptly on the bar, the bartender's eyes widen as he exclaims, "He did what?" His eyes on the bottle, the dwarf goes on, "Aye.. Tossed it right near in 'is face.. Nearly spit my ale out when I saw Stubby fingers slowly inching towards the bottle on the bar, the dwarf continues, "So the Kadian tosses the rag back, saying the sid should cover the expense and that a servant can clean it up.." His fingers now touching the bottle, the dwarf, says, "Well, Clint brings in a Templar, thinkin' he'll do something 'bout it. Took less than a minute and a small pouch o' sid for 'im to leave, when he saw who was involved.." Grinning, the bartender says, "I'm sure it'll cost you less if you want that bottle.. But go on." Withdrawing his hand as he winces, the dwarf continues, "Right. Well then.. Funny part's comin' up.. The Kadian has the giant clean up the whee little spot, eh? And when he's done, he walks over to Clint and returns the wet rag. Drops it right on Clint's shoulder. So Clint get's pissed, eh? Tosses the wet rag back to the giant.. And splashes piss on Lady Winrothol's pretty silk blouse!" The dwarf chuckles softly to himself for a while, as the bartender leans in saying, "Well.. Since I know Clint's still alive, I gotta hear the rest of this.." The dwarf grins and points to blue and purple ceramic bottle as he says, "Only cost ya a shot." Message 13: [Thu Nov 28 18:45:18 2002] Talk continues over a shot of flame... As he pours some reddish liquid into a scar-covered dwarf's shotglass, the well-built bartender states, "Aye then.. On with the story." Tossing back the shot, the dwarf licks his lips and nods, "Well.. the Lady was none to happy 'bout 'er silk being ruined.. And Clive's been ignoring 'er from the start o' this.. Instead of apologizing though, the idiot walks around behind the bar. Well.. Next thing you know, the Lady reaches over the bar, grabs ol' Clive by the collar, and whispers a few things to 'im, a dagger at 'is throat." As the bartender's eyes widen, the dwarf says, "Pretty dagger, actually.. Anyway, ol' Clive pulls back, shook from the looks o' it. A bunch o' drunks come around then, likely knowing that no one will serve 'em 'cept Clive.." With a shake of his head, the bartender says, "Aye, pretty much anyone can't get a drink in here or down at the Tooth, they find a spot with Clive... Man sees everything in shades of obsidian.." With a swift nod, the dwarf replies, "Aye, well... The bunch o' 'em start gathering 'round Clive, talking crazy talk. Ask me, whole thing's crazy. Nobles and Templars, they got a right to be at each others throat... But we ain't got no place stirring up trouble with 'em. 'Specially them Winrothol folk. I've heard o' too many being dragged away as slaves." Glancing at the bartender the dwarf says, "And you of all, know just how much Kadius done for this city and us hunters. If it wasn't for 'em, none o' us would make a livin' selling wha' we bring from hunts. Even that pale fella, the Kadian, I 'eard he's been workin' wit' all the hunters up 'ere, and he got Durg and his crew that shop o' his in Freil's." Clearing his throat a bit, the dwarf goes on, "Anyway... Long story short, Clive kept stirring up more people, trying to start a riot, right 'ere in the middle of the tavern. That Kadian 'tok took a bit of a beating, 'fore one o' the Sergeants pulled it out. Clive then started aiming the folk towards the Kadian agent, and drunk as they were they seemed to be going for it. Whirra's luck though, the agent kept 'is blade sheathed and called off 'is men. If he hadn't there likely would 'ave been much more 'an piss on the floor." Shaking his head in disgust, the bartender says, "Bad business, that. Doubt Clive will see much Kadian wine after this. Lucky if he even lives through the year... Insulting a noble like that and refusing to apologize?" With a chuckle the bartender adds, "At least it will mean more business for the Pub..." The dwarf joins the bartender in laughter, his fingers once again inching towards the bottle of flame. Message 7: [Wed Jan 29 18:44:11 2003] Dark Rumors There has been talk lately about strange happenings in the tavern known as the Sun King's Sanctuary. Allegedly, strange shadows have been animating themselves and acting of their own accord, without a person nearby to cast their image.  Among the rabble of gossip there are some who stake claims that the tavern has become haunted; a haven for long dead ghosts of Old Tuluk.  Others still believe that a great magickal force is awakening, with intent to impose tyranny on the freed city-state on Tuluk.  There are also many more who defiantly conclude that this gossip is no more than the imaginings of superstitious drunkards. Tulukis invade the Xytrix-Za valley, February 1, 2003

Myrdryn posts about the invasion of the Xytrix-Za valley.

Message 7: [Mon Feb 10 18:12:45 2003] >Recent Halfing attacks on North Road A young, brown-clad mercenary steps into the Tembo's Tooth, his stern gaze sweeping over the room as he looks over a number of tables and begins to slowly make his way through the bustling crowd within, moving toward the slender bar. He steps up to the bar and pulls a barstool from underneath the bar, hopping on top of it and motioning to the bartender to hand him a mug of ale as he glances down the bar toward a group of hunters grumbling about recent halfing attacks. Turning to them as he slides a few coins down the bar and picks up a mug, holding it in his hand, "Yeh know t'e T'zai Byn 'ave moved their operations into tha Northlands ... their compound has been built jest within tha commons ..." Shifting his weight on his stool, the old, rugged hunter responds, "An' why tha' feck would ye' bring t'at up?" Gazing over at the mercenaries uniform for a moment as he speaks. Furrowing his gaze, the young mercenary's lips curve downward into a smile as he answers, "Why fer some coin, Ah'm sure tha Byn wouldn't mind taken care of a few encroaching halfing parties ... it would beh better than goen an' risking yer own neck, neh? Shrugging his broad shoulders, the old, rugged hunter turns back to his friend, speaking before he turns away, "Hmm ... t'at ain't suc' a bad idea ye' know?" Their conversation blends in with the noise and murmurs of the crowd as a number of drunken patrons begin to sing and dance crazily about the tavern, spilling their mead and ale as the stagger and roll about the floor. Winrothol Guard contacts a demon, February 18, 2002

Myrdryn posts about Homag (Sephiroto)(a Winrothol guard). who tried to contact his boss using the keyword 'serpentine', but instead reached Hadon, the serpentine, white-robed demon and was subsequently tortured mentally by the demon.

Second thread started by Myrdryn, involving this plotline, February 19, 2003.

Message 8: [Sun Feb 23 17:44:19 2003] Reward...

A ripple of news starts to circulate through various taverns of a reward recently posted by House Kurac. Though distorted by multiple tellings, some main parts remain the same. Word of a reward in the amount of seven large brings a gleam to the eyes of those speaking of it. The description of the man's head they are wanting varies but most rumors tend to describe him as having stark white hair and beard, wearing a stolen cloak bearing House Tenneshi's symbols, common armor, claw-backed bracers and carrying a warhammar and a sword rumored to be striped with real gold. Some stories claim he rides along near the span, others claim he rides with other raiders, using the ploy of leaving a kank along the road to slow some down. When asked, it is told that to collect the reward, one need only present this raider's head to Merchant Rheashsa of House Kurac.

[Tue Feb 25 05:16:12 2003] Rumours

Word spreads fast through the taverns from friend to friend, from person to person of an attack upon the Byn. It seems that while upon a patrol of the North Road the T'Zai-Byn encountered a defiler. Being such "well trained" mercenaries they escaped unscathed, except for a rather blind and angry mulish Sargeant. The story gets garbled somewhat from here on however, from the two sides involved tell a different tale.

The Byn seem to be angrily discussing the identity of the defiler to be a Salarri Cadet. Some say to be one of the tallest men one has seen, others the most muscular, from the tall tales all that one may take is that his name is Garron. Sargeants, Troopers, Runners all ranks of the Byn all swear to his upcoming death if ever the City deals with him.

The Salarri however spell a much different tale. Apparently this quiet spoken, mild-mannered Cadet was brutally attacked while taking a walk along the North Road. They go on saying that it could not have been this cadet since he was seen by the Estate guards leaving just before night fall, and had the encounter just after. Many a Salarri and citizen grumble about the blood lust of the Byn and many wonder why they are still allowed to operate from within the city.

Loudly and without hesitation the Orange clothed men and women pronounce that Salarr and the Cadet are willing to speak with any Templar or Soldier that wishes to investigate upon the matter.

[Tue Feb 25 13:42:04 2003] Revelry...

A boisterous gathering a few nights back at the Tembo's Tooth draws curiousity as many start to speculate on whether or not the reward that was posted for the raider might have been claimed. Many in dun-colored dustcloaks and dustcloaks of coal-black appeared to be drinking and smoking, and some were rumored to have been seen at various places indulging in other types of mutual celebrations. A few rumors circulate that the Kuraci brought the raider down themselves while others claim this so-called raider fell off the shield wall avoiding gith, all that is known for certain is that the Kuraci seem to be in very good humor the last week.

[Wed Feb 26 11:21:05 2003] Snake Swarm in City Proper

The frowsy, curly-haired woman sitting at the bar says in sirihish, "Were ya'all around when there were whole buncha snakes in the city!? Swarming, they were!"

The skinny, yellow-skinned boy sitting nearby at the bar exclaims in sirihish, "Yeah! Lotta folks got real scared, screamin and running! Even saw one woman faint! Was real funny!"

Chortling as he jabs his tube of spice into midair, the grizzled, black-haired man says in sirhish, "Uh uh! Ah even 'aeard that sum kuracs got real afearin' and started shooting at 'em, they weren' even tryin' to bite folks!"

Shaking her head in a scold, the frowsy, curly-haired woman says in sirihish, "Nuh uh, I seen 'em for myself. They were foaming at the mouth and had the evil eye to them!"

Squinting bleerily at the frowsy, curly-haired woman, the grizzled black-haired man says, revealing blackened teeth, in sirihish, "Be quiet, woman! Lotta folks got real panicky, but nobody got hurt, sides from the ones who fell and got stepped on."

The group at the bar continues the spirited banter that seems to have to do with the nature of the snakes.

[Thu Feb 27 00:00:48 2003] Odd ongoings in the Sanctuary

At a corner table filled with a variety of people garbed in linen and sandcloths, the sallow-skinned man holds up his hands, saying in sirihish, "Listen! I heard that there was some funny stuff going on in the Sanctuary a bit ago."

Guffawing in disbelief, the scarred, greasy-haired man says in sirihish, "Yah probably drinking too much. Dreamin'"

Shaking his stringy hair quickly, the sallow-skinned man says in sirihish, "No! Others saw it too! The candleflames flickers whenever people talked, an' then there was a funny laugh, kinda like 'em cat'mites when they're fighting."

"Bah!" exclaims a worn-looking, blond woman, "Damned magickers."

Offering helpfully, a young, thin teen boy says in sirihish, "Ghosts?"

Shrugging, the group falls into uncomfortable silence before someone begins a new topic.

[Wed Mar 12 06:51:39 2003] Whispered rumors of magickers...

Hushed rumors continue to float about the two magickers caught at the western gate, some time ago. The silver-haired, pretty one is heard to be undoubtedly dead, and everyone seems to sleep better over this. The purple-eyed one, a former Aide of House Tenneshi by the name of Kai, was believed to have fled southward but is now rumored to have been only an accomplice of sorts. It is said that she was interrogated and found a non-practitioner by His Faithful, but was exiled from Tuluk due to her association with the vile magicker. The Sun-King having turned a blind eye towards her, most people who knew her appear to be doing the same these days. The general feeling over the matter though is one of contentment,both because she no longer appears the dangerous threat that she was taken as and also because she will no longer trouble Tuluk with her presence.

[Wed Mar 26 00:58:50 2003] Kuraci card games.

Word passes quickly that a young man has been seen coming into the Tembos Tooth and Sanctuary announcing that Kuracs annual topple card games will be held in roughly a months time at the Tembos Tooth tavern. Many can be heard talking about a small entrance fee per hand as well of prizes of spice, coins, and various other things being awarded to the winners. Word spreads that a rather dark man, with what some call eerie eyes, will be handling the event this year. His name is lost as word passes along but most seem to agree that it is Zur-something.

Thread from Laeris on Tuluki caste tattooes, March 4, 2003 Tuluki caste tattoos, including a list of the castes.

[Sun Apr 6 23:37:55 2003] Pit Fights and a Bardic Competition

Word spread likes wildfire through the scrub amongst the local mercenary and soldier circles that a few Kuraci were recently in the North. It seems they were promoting a series of pit fights at Luir's, which will coincide with a bardic competition sometime in the next year. Rumor at the 'Tooth has it that a man named Rijanor Kurac, or a merchant by the name of Cerik, can be reached for details.

In any case, it seems there's cash involved, and the title of Grand Pit Fighter is supposedly up for grabs. More details are to be circulated later.

[Fri Apr 11 21:32:49 2003] Mysterious disturbance, or lack of....

Rumors spread that there was some kind of disturbance that intruded upon the city. Not much is known but most people agree that whatever it was it ended in the fields east of Freil's Plaza. Strangely enough nobody claims to have witnessed anything. In fact some people that claimed to have seen something now deny having seen anything, even claiming that 'nothing at all' happened.

[Tue Apr 15 19:26:50 2003] Fourth Annual Winrothol Bardic Competition

Word starts to make its way through the various taverns about the annual Winrothol Bardic competition. Tales of past winners, songs and dance among them are shared and curious voices wonder who this years winner will be. Its said that the prize for first place is two thousand obsidian and a chance to join the troupe itself. Second place is said to be a thousand said. Many talk about the fact that the troupe has traveled as far away as Cenyr and has been seen performing publically quite often. The woman to ask about it, it's said, is Nashi Ansuz, senior assistant to House Winrothol and leader of the Bardic Troupe.

ooc: Sunday April 20th, 6pm pacific standard, 9pm eastern standard at the Lucky Ghatti teahouse rooftop

[Sun Apr 27 09:35:17 2003] Winner of the bardic contest

Word passes through the northlands about the last Winrothol bardic competition. It seems that the turnout was astonishingly low, but since all of that unusual weather happened the same evening as the contest, most say it was because of the sense of danger in the air. Either way, people do speak of the story told by a bynner named Anya that won first place, and the interesting dance put on by a Kuraci merchant that took second place.