News Flash!



  • edited November 2018

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    An anonymous news briefing appears on the public notice boards all throughout Oberin.

    News from the Enlightened City of Andris!

    Day 177 of the Blue Moon, Year 449

    • A dark summoning was interrupted on an island near the Andris Bridge. It would appear that the summoner managed to temporarily weaken the Veil that divides our world from the Void, and in so doing called forth a deluge of phase serpents, black dracos, and gapers.
    • A hexagonal arrangement of small moon fragments appeared to be powering the ritual.
    • The summoner perhaps drew too strongly from the Void Realm and lost control of the spell, leading to his demise at the hands of the serpents.
    • The skirmish attracted the attention of a wandering mage named Xyremita, who claims to have been tracking the summoner for the better part of a year.
    • The surrounding islands and coastline were examined for further clues, to no avail.
    • Word has been spreading that King N'eroth of Mirith has gotten engaged to a Mharan princess (though sources have yet to be verified).


  • edited December 2018

    Day 33 of the Sleeping Moon, Year 449

    A party responding to a call for help at the Hidden Vale came across a campsite on the lower slopes of the peaks, surrounded by a small number of bracken. The campsite itself was occupied by two human guards who assisted in fighting the bracken, but who had nothing to say about their purpose or aim. Three shelters were searched, but nothing else out of the ordinary could be found.

    (Preceding events are described in Trouble on the Peak.)


  • edited December 2018

    Day 45 of the Sleeping Moon, Year 449

    A solemn reception: two guests arrive late, only to find an abandoned ceremony and piles of pixie corpses. What tragedy has befallen here?



    Day 45 of the Sleeping Moon, Year 449 – Matthias – (2018-12-10)
    Cleared. We disrupted a brigand wedding.
    Great to see more Brigands off the roads



    Day 45 of the Sleeping Moon, Year 449 – Ennui – (2018-12-10)


  • edited December 2018

    Day 50 of the Sleeping Moon, Year 449

    A brief note is left on a cluttered desk somewhere inside the Vale.


    I found some good stuff on my first patrols. First, Yen and I went back to check the guarded camp on the peak, but the whole thing had vanished. Later on, I went to grab drinks at the Ferrite Lounge, but there were crates piled all over the place. Delivery day in Duldrus! I'm not usually one to pry into other people's mail but I had to peek. There were two shipments from Duvalle to Cornelius, one from Gemma to Cormac, two from Mom to Destin, and... wait for it... three from the Gellansha to Miss Falvo. Wonder what's inside?



  • Day 117 of the Sleeping Moon, Year 449

    The cleric strolls into the gates of the keep, and immediately reaches for his dagger. A cloud of smoke is wafting in from the direction of the kitchen. The air smells of ginseng and unwashed soldiers. Yin and Yang are visibly tense. He marches into the kitchen to find a brutish looking man in Maralian garb sitting cross-legged at the table, pipe in hand. The cleric clears his throat with mild annoyance.

    “Oye!” The man looks up, and holds out a scrap of paper in between his fingers. “Message from Mizz Falvo.”

    The cleric grabs the note and reads aloud. “Left the purple people upstairs. Thought you wouldn’t mind.” He takes a deep breath, thinking of some retort, when suddenly he notices the pouch of ginseng sitting on the table. “Aha!” he says. “GinBlend N°2?”

    “You betcha.”

    “Very well.” The cleric lets out a sigh. “Evening meal will be provided at precisely seven o’clock. You’re on your own for the rest. Feel free to peruse the stove, but for the love of Elara, be sure to clean up after yourselves.” He departs for the great hall with head held high. Just as he is about to turn the corner, he spins back toward the Maralian. “And no questions asked.”

  • edited January 2019

    Day 81 of the Waking Moon, Year 450

    Lans emerged from the staircase. He barely even noticed the now-familiar cloud of ginseng smoke wafting in from across the great hall, nor did he pay any mind to the distant sound of a joyous lute coming in from who knew where, or to the sight of Yin and Yang dancing along to the jaunty tune. No, there was too much to do these days – always too much. He did however notice a bowl of fresh apples on the table that hadn't been there in the morning, and made sure to snag one as he made his way around the corner, down the long hallway past the locked doors of the sleeping quarters (which blocked the rooms from sight but did little to conceal the snoring), and into the study. A note awaited him at his desk.

    Dear L.,

    I have conveyed the tome safely to Marali as per Miss Falvo's instructions. Now, to find the "purple fraud-fighter" of whom she spoke. I have taken up a temporary residence with our contact, and shall await the proper moment to act.

    Yours sincerely,

  • Day 143 of the Waking Moon, Year 450

    "'WWW sheep shearing week!'" The boy read aloud from the pamphlet. "It says... 'Bring your pet, we'll take your wool for free. Give your friend a new look. Only with Waltham's World of Wool!' And oh, looky here... 'Due to the murders of dozens of sheep, the entrance now requires a ticket.'"

    "Hmph!" said the man, as they strolled into the city's polished gates. "So much for free shearing week. I wonder if this has something to do with that Kwoo fellow."

    "But wait—" the boy stopped. "I thought he was banned?"

    "Something like that, yes. I'm sure it's just another crazy imposter trying to get their fifteen minutes of fame. Come, let's keep going!"

    "Okie doke."

    "Oh, goodness, that reminds me!" the man said. "You'll like this: today, while I was sitting down in the park, enjoying my lunch, I overheard some madman talking about how black magicians are conspiring with the merchants' guild to summon Dethras and unfairly manipulate prices."

    "...huh. Neat! Who's that again?"

    "The seventh disciple, who turned to shadow. You probably won't be hearing much about him when the pilgrimage comes to town. But don't you worry, son... it's just some more crazy talk. You'll get used to it!"

  • Day 1 of the Growing Moon, Year 450

    Dear Bronte,

    The traitor has been taken care of. The True Commander sends his thanks to you and all the Citrinitas Aegis.

    I will send a full briefing as soon as I can do so safely.

    Warm regards,

  • Day ~175 of the Fighting Moon, Year 448 - Hayate - (2018-05-16)
    When I was in the sewer, a man wearing a dark robe came.
    (Stranger): Seems about right.
    (Hayate): hi
    (Stranger): The guards said you might be here.
    (Stranger): I'm looking for a sword.
    (Hayate): mm?
    (Stranger): One that belonged to a Witch Doctor.
    (Hayate): Big jacks katana?
    (Stranger): That's it.
    (Stranger): Where is it now?
    (Hayate): my bank
    (Stranger): The real one?
    (Hayate): i dont know
    (Hayate): maybe fake
    (Stranger): May i see it?
    (Hayate): ok
    (Stranger): Good. Bring it here.

    When I went to the bank to pick up a sword, there was Guard Captain.
    (Hayate): hi
    (Guard Captain): Hello.
    (Guard Captain): Have you seen a man wearing dark robes around?
    (Hayate): mm
    (Guard Captain): Be careful. We suspect a dark wizard.
    (Hayate): Stranger is dark robe..??
    (Hayate): thx
    (Guard Captain): Perhaps.
    (Guard Captain): I will ask the guards to watch out.

    Sewage again
    (Hayate): back
    (Stranger): Rats are distracting.
    (Hayate): katana is here
    (Stranger): examines
    (Stranger): Mora Resti'niul Teorus
    (Stranger): Hm.
    (Stranger): I do not detect the Witch Doctor's essence.
    (Stranger): That is a fine blade.
    (Stranger): But it has not been held by the Witch Doctor.
    (Stranger): Do you know where the one held by the Witch Doctor is?
    (Hayate): no
    (Stranger): Who might know?
    (Hayate): i dont know
    (Stranger): That is... most disappointing.
    (Stranger): do I need to remind you?
    (Hayate): yes
    (Stranger): laughs
    (Stranger): Mora Olsen Necritur
    (Hayate): !
    (Stranger): Remind him.

    Summon Bone Mage
    (Stranger): Enough!
    (Stranger): Where can I find the real sword?
    (Hayate): i dont know
    (Stranger): Do not try my patience.
    (Stranger): I ask for the last time.
    (Stranger): Where is the real sword?
    (Hayate): i got this in the auction
    (Stranger): Aha!
    (Stranger): From Andris then.
    (Stranger): Excellent.
    (Hayate): yes
    (Stranger): You have been most helpful.
    (Stranger): Who within that city would know where the sword is kept?
    (Hayate): i dont know
    (Stranger): Mora Olsa Phesta'h
    (Stranger): The Senate of course. You know little.
    (Hayate): aa
    (Stranger): Now warrior, I take my leave.
    (Stranger): Farewell.

    Bank again
    (Hayate): hi
    (Guard Captain): Any sign of him?
    (Hayate): he was looking for a real sword
    (Guard Captain): Hm.
    (Guard Captain): A wizard wants a sword? Makes no sense to me.
    (Hayate): andris senate
    (Guard Captain): Andris?
    (Guard Captain): I wish King N'eroth were here.
    (Hayate): maybe he knows something
    (Guard Captain): I don't have the authority to speak to Andris.
    (Guard Captain): We will be vigilant.
    (Guard Captain): You could send a message to Andris though.
    (Hayate): ok
    (Guard Captain): Thank you.
    (Guard Captain): Farewell.
    (Hayate): cu
  • edited July 2019
    Day ~199 of the Fighting Moon, Year 448 - Sophina - (2018-05-18)
    Still wearing her vanguard colours, the Ranger sits in the library to write a quick note:

    To the seekers of the Gellansha,

    I've had a chance encounter with the Captain of the Mirith Guard, Farn Rigg. It seems he may know something of the Gellansha, but was having trouble remembering. We also spoke of N'eroth and the Mhara, and I told him of the tiny shell cave system. He seemed hopeful that N'eroth may have some ties to it, and has given me a letter in a bottle to leave near the pillars we found down there, along with a... gift. We should plan a trip, and hope that Captain Rigg remembers something about the Gellansha soon.

    Truly yours,



    Day ~200 of the Fighting Moon, Year 448 - Cassandra - (2018-05-19)
    The wizard receives a note from a guard in Marali. It is time to return. She bids farewell to the bracken and grabs a green pure. "If the ranger wants adventure, I want to get there fast."


    Day ~212 of the Fighting Moon, Year 448 - RTQ Fairy - (2018-05-20)
    - “Come with me, sister! Let’s have a look!”
    - Are you sure that’s what they said?
    - Aye.
    - What do you think they’re after?
    - I dunno. I’m paid to guard the gates, not to go after pixies.
    - Marali gate prevails…


    Day ~222 of the Fighting Moon, Year 448 - Rosina - (2018-05-21)
    The Fighting Moon was fading fast. Fuoco had parted from Ranger Nial in Marali but, tired of the fight outside the stronghold, she paid one of her nowadays rare visits to the library, mainly to rest her limbs awhile. Her eyes fall upon some report about the Gellansha and wonders - why 'The' Gellansha? It does not seem to be a sect as this person (or entity) has been described as a prophet - it must be a title then, but what does it mean? Her eyes feel heavy now, time to return to Andris for a good night's rest. She awoke the next morning to the clinking of bottles Rosina was carrying into her room. Her first thought was, 'maybe it just means "The Prophet" in Merfolk language'...

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