A newcomer appears in Wharftown. It is a woman, don in colorful regalia and wearing a pendant of Tymora. She walks around the area for a brief moment of time, before disappearing into the Shanty for the evening.
Rook haunted Wharftown in the evenings, being largely nocturnal, the tiefling patrolled the cliffs and the walls. But appeared increasingly lonely on her duties, "Where the hell is everyone.." She frowned, glancing down at the silver brooch with Selûne's sigil upon it.
The familiar blue clad ranger is often seen about, though generally either on patrol or at home, as of late. There are the times when he's seen hanging around with a curly redhead and a raven haired woman, who are generally rather crude towards one another. But in general, he has remained relatively busy for a while and only recently have his patrols seemed to die down.
The shamaness can be spotted around the temple as she usually was, or roaming the border territories beyond the outskirts. Though she seems more preoccupied these recents moons, she still makes her usual presence about the township of Wharftown, often times aside a hooded ascetic.
A new arrival named Aerwyna wanders Wharftown. She has the features of a water touched, and appears friendly. Her seen activities are the practice of martial arts, swimming, and attempting to catch fish with her hands. She is particularly fond of the Shrine of Istishia.
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There seemed to be a group of folks coming and going that gathered outside the Shanty last night for some time, in various twos and threes. After some time, two of them split off to wander around the town and down towards the docks. A green-garbed swords-woman and a male ascetic of some sort, dressed in an old robe. The woman seemed to be showing the monkish man around. They eventually made their way to the sea and spent time at the end of the pier together for hours, seeming to talk and enjoy one another's company, until a point when the woman was seen coming back towards town with a quick gait and haunted eyes. She slipped into the inn and wasn't seen again that night or day.
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A figure spent the better part of an hour kneeling before the idol of Selune this night, deep in prayer. The wind might have caught some of her whispered words, though likely they would not have made much sense to any who heard them. When finally she arose, she made her way straight to the donation bowl, dropped in a large sack of coin, and headed onward, the formerly troubled look gone from her face and replaced with one of serenity.
A Ranger with a white leopard where seen talking (well at least the ranger) with the local militia before venturing near the forest,. They did not returned for a long time, and from the forest, the screams and howls of different animals could be heard... until nothing was heard for a time. Near nightfall the ranger and the leopard returned, him with his quiver almost empty and some scratches on his leather armour and the leopard with his usually white fur dotted with some blood stains that clearly weren't from its own blood. The leopard is seen later going to the hills and the ranger entering the portal nearby the gnomish artifact.
The one most would know as Roach, or Rhoe wanders off Redbeard's ship into Wharftown's harbor. She takes a good slow walk around the town, smiling and nodding to all she sees. She stops to take a gander at the Selunite Temple, walks along the Village Walls, then finds her way to the Slanty Shanty. After a few minutes, she emerges, mug in hand, and sips coffee on the bench just outside the Inn.
Another day goes by and Roach can be seen wandering about Wharftown, mug of coffee in hand. She looks at the walls, the Temple, the buildings... she meanders by the ships and the docks. Finally, she sits on a bench near the Slanty Shanty and finishes her coffee.
Another day, and yet again, Roach can be seen in Wharftown, this time wearing a white dress and no hood. She meanders the town, greeting anyone she sees. In her hand would be a mug, normally filled with coffee. She might even be seen entering a certain house, leaving many hours later, but she spends a bit of time sitting on a bench, merely watching.
A moustached man now is seen walking Wharftowns streets. He walks around the walls first and then he spends some time near the gates, having somea talks with the guards that would be willing to talk. At midday he goes to the local inn to get something to eat and share a drink with whoever would approach to him. On the evening the moustached man takes a walk near the port, examinating the ships and boats that may be there. Finally at night he returns to the inn to grab some more food and buys a round for everyone that is there. He suddenly leaves the inn, and if asked by one of the locals why he leaves all the sudden he would answer: "Dont worry, I'll be back soon and I'll buy some more rounds"... he then walks away from the inn and walks toward the lamp nearby
Around midmorning, closer to noon really, Roach can be seen emerging from a house. She makes her way to the Slanty Shanty, for her cup of coffee and heads outside, sitting on the docks, swinging her feet, while she sips her coffee.
A red-kin spends some time in Wharftown today. While he's mostly just sitting in front of the Shanty, he might start a conversation with people who seem interesting, and occasionally take a stroll around the small town.
The Descendant of a red dragon would actually make some conversation with some of the people, especially the guards, talking idly about the defenses the small town has, asking around, why a small town such as this is so massively defended, with massive siege weapons such as ballistae.
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A ranger, not exactly well known, but not unknown in Wharftown, arrived by way of Redbeard's ship, and spent the better part of the day around the docks. The man took note of things, and recorded various bits of information that seemed relevant to him, and he spoke to several fishermen, and fish merchants as well.
By now Tempo has settled in to the town proper and makes it their home rather openly often found lounging about the tavern They query up any individuals on the Where about of the Baroness Cynthia.
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In the rocky shores south of Wharftown, ridden with pirates and brigands, a small vessel crashes to the shore in the night. Men and beasts leave battle marks and indiscernible corpses are left littered around the bandit hideout as the flotsam wreckage -now derelict- washes out into the sea... but until the tides come in to take it away the sight of a crimson sail with a stylized tentacus around a skull may be seen. Any who survived the crash and survived fighting to shore have dispersed.
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*A slightly built Elven woman would wander through the town, practically naked save for some scraps of cloth and the blood she wore upon her. A short distance behind her a large and old looking gray wolf, its fur matted with blood, would follow... at times stopping to sniff and grumble at something only to draw a growl and glare from the Elf before both disappeared up the coastal road towards Winya*
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*A lone elven female would appear via the lamp, shortly followed by a large, elderly dire wolf. The pair would seem to sniff at the sea air before the wolf grew agitated and growled. Ears flicking it stepped forward and continued its displeasure at something unseen, or heard, until the elf moved along side and trailed a hand over the animals back. Both would stand for a while and seemingly gaze at the temple and beyond towards the dark forest... this time the elf would growl low before leaving and heading down the coast road amid savage growls... and later screams as an elf and her companion let out their frustrations!*
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A now regular figure is seen in the town once again, the moustached man that walks with a staff is now a regular sight in the port. He spends quite a good amount of time near the docks, speaking with the merchant that may be around, he takes particular interest in the ones selling different kinds of tea leaves.
He is seen leaving from and to the house that is located next to the inn, having a normal routine which involves spending his free time drinking there. Today looked like any other day, except for two visitors that came back, one hooded that arrived earlier and another one, a woman in a dress, which joined the two later.
After some time the three leave the house, the woman and the hooded one each to their own way and the moustached man remaines in the town... sitting in the benches and staring at the sea while smoking from a pipe... lost on his thoughts.
The house that's next to the slanty shanty has seen some activity lately, as two the one that has been renting it and one of his guest enters it this day. Soon enough lights can be seen coming out of the windows, a lot lately, then slowly but steady, the lights coming from the house start to fade away until none comes out of the house. If someone where to try to look from the windows that person would realize that nothing can be seen from the outside... and even if they where to try to listen from the door nothing could be heard.
After sometime, both men are seen leaving the house... and only several hours later would a moustached man come back, with a mellancholic look on his face and goes directly to his house.
The house next to the Slanty Shanty has seen some activity lately, as visitors come in regular times to see the owner of said house. Mostly a hooded man with a raspy voice suggesting chain smoking, a pink wearing hin and lately a fair skinned woman... Among other people. What may be curious is that no matter how many people come and go, or the fact that the owner of the house is always seen coming and going, no light can be seen from the Windows, nor any noise can be heard should anybody stand near the doorway.
This particular morning the moustached man who owns the house is seen leaving early on the morning first heading towards the docks and later using the lamp... He arrives late at night and goes directly to his place
The moustached man is seen doing his daily routine. He steps out of his house early in the morning and heads towards the docks, where he spends a good amount of time speaking with some merchants that may arrive there, apparently he is particularly interested in tea... At midday he goes to the inn, where he quietly eats there and changes some words with anyone wh would sit with him, even offering to buy a round... Or two. At the afternoon goes to the benches un front of his house, where he watches the sun go down, smoking from his pipe and reading a leather-covered book that usually hangs from his belt by a chain... Going home only after night has fallen and the chill of the nighty sea breeze becomes more evident...
Another day and once again the comings and going from the house next to the slanty shanty can be seen for those wandering nearby, as a now regular visitor, a hooded man with a crispy voice can be seen once again visiting said home, staying quite a while inside it with the mustached man... but, as always, no noice nor light could be seen coming from within the house, should anyone try to listen or see inside it.
After that visitors keep coming, first a red disciple woman and later a fair skinned woman, both of them stay for some time, as after the mustached man opened the door for them, no sign is later seen... until many hours later, when the sun is already gone and night has fallen once again, this time only the mustached man arrives, coming from a portal opened by the gome artifact-lamp... He goes towards his house, but when he's about to enter he stops... looks towards the sea and takes a deep breath in, a local dog can be seen approaching him, he pats the dog and walks towards the benches that looks to the sea... where he sits, the dog by his side and contemplates the night skies, lighting a wooden pipe and a bottle of wine with a decorated "H" labeled into it... Apparently he spends the whole night out there, as when the morning arrives and the guards change their shifts, he is still sitting there, now the bottle empty and his pipe long ago empty... but he's still there, watching the sun rising with the dog by his side.
It is only when the first merchants arriving at the docks start to yell about their new merchandise that the mustached man stands up and heads towards the docks, asking for new brands of tea leaves and then going back to his place, apparently for a rest at last.
Jacob has been quite active this last days, apart from his daily routine of visiting the docks in the morning, he now talked to the local guard, offering his help in any matter that his arcane knowledge could be useful. After reading a certain note, he now takes regular walks near the borders of the town... Most of the times alone but in other occasions along a Gynosphinx, taking particular care of the borders that may be near the beastmen.
Also he asks around if the local populace is being affected by the cold weather that has struck the island lately, offering to cast magic warding for better enduring the harsh weather for those working at the docks or in the opens.
Even when the cold can be felt around, he still takes his time to sit in the benches in front of his house, staring at the sea while smoking from a pipe... always lost in his thoughts.
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