To lose oneself in a glass of water...
The Chant: A particular pool in the Lady's Ward, situated within the shadows of the Armoury, appears to have taken a miserable shade. It's said that any bods who approach its edge seem to take a path right to the glooming, no matter their fortitude or cheery disposition. Who knows what'd happen if some leatherhead decided to take a dip? Surely it's a warning - keep away.
The Dark: Some might say it's the work of a local faerie, some jangled up Nymphette trapped in the Cage. Those of a canny sharpness could even suggest that she's retreated to her realm, her source, her waters, waiting out some threat or some personal grievance. Whatever it is, must be a fey-folk long lost in a dream to want to stay in there.
The Darker Chant
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*edmaster44
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A rift in the abyss.. The Chant
"Chant is, there's two Ancient powers battling over some piece of the abyss, gots the Tanar'ri all spooked, we got flood of them now...., some waiting to honey peel ye , while other just want to shank ye in the gut and leave ye dead, something's amiss that is spooking them and oi don't like this cutter"
The Dark
"When ye asked a Tana'ri or a one of those Silver tongue Devils for more information, they shudder and quake with fear, some avoid and ignore ye entirely , excusin' themselves out of the question, from the few that do spill their sulfur guts, they talk of two Ancient rivals battling it out, warring in many of the Lower planes, what ever it is, it means more trouble fer us cagers..
"Chant is, there's two Ancient powers battling over some piece of the abyss, gots the Tanar'ri all spooked, we got flood of them now...., some waiting to honey peel ye , while other just want to shank ye in the gut and leave ye dead, something's amiss that is spooking them and oi don't like this cutter"
The Dark
"When ye asked a Tana'ri or a one of those Silver tongue Devils for more information, they shudder and quake with fear, some avoid and ignore ye entirely , excusin' themselves out of the question, from the few that do spill their sulfur guts, they talk of two Ancient rivals battling it out, warring in many of the Lower planes, what ever it is, it means more trouble fer us cagers..
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*DaftyXIII
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The Chant: a time for change approaches
The chant states that a female sun elf, matching the description of one who calls herself Anthea has been talking with a few individuals from more than one faction, and seeking more out. Talk of about a amendment of a old signed agreement to get up with the times was between them all. The same signed agreement that changed the Bazaar for years passed and more to come.
((get involved people, you all affected in the end no matter the outcome ;) for reference on what this is about see here: http://s13.zetaboards.com/nwn2planescap ... &t=1018168 ))
The chant states that a female sun elf, matching the description of one who calls herself Anthea has been talking with a few individuals from more than one faction, and seeking more out. Talk of about a amendment of a old signed agreement to get up with the times was between them all. The same signed agreement that changed the Bazaar for years passed and more to come.
((get involved people, you all affected in the end no matter the outcome ;) for reference on what this is about see here: http://s13.zetaboards.com/nwn2planescap ... &t=1018168 ))
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*witchinghour
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The Chant
The chant speaks of planeswalkers, thieves, Harmonium and indeps alike scouring the wards in search for a rumored cache of weapons.
The Dark
No one knows if it was found or what the nature of said valuables was. After a long chase, people have returned to their lives,
no reports of the cache being found.
The chant speaks of planeswalkers, thieves, Harmonium and indeps alike scouring the wards in search for a rumored cache of weapons.
The Dark
No one knows if it was found or what the nature of said valuables was. After a long chase, people have returned to their lives,
no reports of the cache being found.
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*witchinghour
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The Chant
Chant has it that there was a heroic scuffle in undersigil this cycle.
But who has time for the heroics in such a cesspit of the sewers?
Chant has it that there was a heroic scuffle in undersigil this cycle.
But who has time for the heroics in such a cesspit of the sewers?
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*Artifice
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... And to drink up every last drop.
The Chant: That pool, that miserable tide haunting the Armoury's shadow, had kept eerily still. Even when the winds were whipped up, in electric storm or portal twister, it always managed to stay deep and dark, stark like black ice and as reflective as a mirror.
That all changed in the last ten-day. Onlookers might have seen a madwoman, bare and careless, burst from its waters. She stumbled off, as if in a waking daze, trying to remember some half forgotten dream and some task nearly lost to her senses.
The Dark: That faerie was back. The keen eyed insomniacs of the Lady's Ward, those who weren't hidden behind palatial walls and who dared venture so close to the Entropy Rat's den, may have seen a trader's caravan, of all things, by the waters. Some veil lifted, shining treasures were revealed just beneath the water's surface.
She gave it all away, besides a few water-ruined pieces of literature and art, a single horribly garish green boot, and a sword. The treasure must have been worth a small fortune but the fairy didn't even try to get a good deal. As quickly as the trade had began, it was done.
Now why would the addled cove go and do that?
The Chant: That pool, that miserable tide haunting the Armoury's shadow, had kept eerily still. Even when the winds were whipped up, in electric storm or portal twister, it always managed to stay deep and dark, stark like black ice and as reflective as a mirror.
That all changed in the last ten-day. Onlookers might have seen a madwoman, bare and careless, burst from its waters. She stumbled off, as if in a waking daze, trying to remember some half forgotten dream and some task nearly lost to her senses.
The Dark: That faerie was back. The keen eyed insomniacs of the Lady's Ward, those who weren't hidden behind palatial walls and who dared venture so close to the Entropy Rat's den, may have seen a trader's caravan, of all things, by the waters. Some veil lifted, shining treasures were revealed just beneath the water's surface.
She gave it all away, besides a few water-ruined pieces of literature and art, a single horribly garish green boot, and a sword. The treasure must have been worth a small fortune but the fairy didn't even try to get a good deal. As quickly as the trade had began, it was done.
Now why would the addled cove go and do that?
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*witchinghour
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The Chant
Word around the Hive is that Barl Hoxun, owner of the Bottle and Jug, seemed a little peeved, to put it lightly. Wonder what for???
The Dark
Never give a Hiver bad jink...
Word around the Hive is that Barl Hoxun, owner of the Bottle and Jug, seemed a little peeved, to put it lightly. Wonder what for???
The Dark
Never give a Hiver bad jink...
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*Bloodlines
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The Chant
The half-eaten corpse of a fire genasi was found on the edge of the Slags, his head sitting in his lap while the head of a goat was stitched over his neck. Hanging from his chest was a cloth with a few words written in blood: "The Aristocrats".
The Dark Chant
The victim was reportedly the head of a small group that were causing murders in the Hive, making it appear that the urban legend known as the Kadyx had caused it by dressing their corpses up in odd ways.
The half-eaten corpse of a fire genasi was found on the edge of the Slags, his head sitting in his lap while the head of a goat was stitched over his neck. Hanging from his chest was a cloth with a few words written in blood: "The Aristocrats".
The Dark Chant
The victim was reportedly the head of a small group that were causing murders in the Hive, making it appear that the urban legend known as the Kadyx had caused it by dressing their corpses up in odd ways.
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*Rayanne
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The Chant
An elderly, clerk-looking man, bringing with him a satchel and a dry cough, has been making his rounds to the different libaries and archives in Sigil, supposedly in an attempt to gather information on the nature of Doppelgangers.
He's currently settled in his faction's headquarters at Bigby's Arcane University, but invites anyone with relevant knowledge to either get into contact, whether via mail or messages, or by seeking him out at Chirpers, where he likes to spend his late cycles.
Apparently, there's a small, monetary reward in it for those bringing him new information.
An elderly, clerk-looking man, bringing with him a satchel and a dry cough, has been making his rounds to the different libaries and archives in Sigil, supposedly in an attempt to gather information on the nature of Doppelgangers.
He's currently settled in his faction's headquarters at Bigby's Arcane University, but invites anyone with relevant knowledge to either get into contact, whether via mail or messages, or by seeking him out at Chirpers, where he likes to spend his late cycles.
Apparently, there's a small, monetary reward in it for those bringing him new information.
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*Alioops
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The Chant
There's been a small but noted uptick in crime, particularly successful crimes, in the hive. Some of the berks over at the forge have also been hammering up some top tier items.
The Dark
There's a new tonic on the streets. Hard to find someone dealing it as it don't come from the usual sorts, but it makes 'you better at bein' you.'
There's been a small but noted uptick in crime, particularly successful crimes, in the hive. Some of the berks over at the forge have also been hammering up some top tier items.
The Dark
There's a new tonic on the streets. Hard to find someone dealing it as it don't come from the usual sorts, but it makes 'you better at bein' you.'