Rumor Mill

"Did you spot those gilnean guards yet? I cant even make out what they are saying with that pesky accent of their!"

"Gilneans? Is that polite for worgen?"
"Cursed humans that tanned captain of theirs calls it! And they are ment to protect the city! Cursed he says!"
"Captain? How about that fatness of a major then? Whats his say on this?"
"Hah the old man? I heard all he does is squabble on about food and flowerpatterned clothing, its about time he retires!"

- Was that the director of the Freelancers in a bloody pile on the street?
- Yeah, fell off the minister of justices balcony apparently. That director fellow has gone crazy they say, killed off a servant that was the mother of four children and nearly cut the ministers arm off.
- Didnt think that director fellow was the type... oh well back to work.

Baron Braiden Mistmantle assassinated? It can't be!

A tabard floats in the water next to the Pig, hold the colors and sing of the freelancers, seemingly thrown away in a haste.

Torradan Goodwyn wrote:

Baron Braiden Mistmantle assassinated? It can't be!

Torradan Goodwyn wrote:

Baron Braiden Mistmantle assassinated? It can't be!

"Whoa. Is he dead?"

"Yes, stupid, they says he got punched so hard that all his bones turned to jelly!"

"No way! Punching that hard isn't possible."

"I bet that dragon that ate the park can."

"Wanna poke him with a stick?"

"I hear someone threw a rock at the woman standing next to the Baron, when that ceremony was held, probably darn kids right?"

"Yeah kids these days"

"Though the ceremony was mostly yelling, the chapter was aski.... "

*And so they talked*

"I heard that death-knight preacher bloke couldn't even answer a basic question to them white-cross blokes"

"Yeah, disgrace."

"What a load of old pisch."

"Yeah."

Rumours are abound that around the Northshire Abbey and baronies with a large Anethionean population, men and women are preparing to celebrate Anethion New Year's Eve and the new Anethionean Year that begins tomorrow; the new year celebrates the beginning of the Anethionean revelation.

Saw the chapter openly admit that they take the law into their own hands and punish people for using shadow or fel magic. Whether it was proven they used it illegally or not.

Number of Anethioneans can be spotted in taverns and bars, drinking, chatting and sometimes even dancing. They are eager to buy rounds and congratulate everybody with 'New Year'. Has the Chapter finally lost it?

The Goodwyn Barony hosts a large population of Anethionian citizens, approximately 600, celebrations are underway.

From two onlookers near Old Town:

"What the...what do you think those idjits are doin'?"

"...looks like they're, uh...following the Chapter folk around and insultin' them?"

"What the hell is wrong with them?! Them Chapter folk burn people, didn't they realize that?! Oh, look at that...the short one with the pigtails is threatenin' them now. Stupid, stupid, stupid."

"I thought gnomes were supposed to be smart?"

"That one sure ain't. Mouthy, ain't she?"

"It's interesting isn't it? How every high ranked Chapterian member fell to some corrupt demise?"

"You know what they say, those who sin the most are most likely to fall for the temptations of evil."

"I suppose, you attended that Light mass tonight?"

"Nah, had a night-shift."

"Be glad for that, the host were useless, and the Chapter equally useless! It was an endless circle of no benefit."

"Come to think of it, they have some pretty ladies in the Chapter. Is it true they're all chaste in that cult?"

"Bro! Hellfire no, plenty of them have been preggers and whatnot. They even had a manwhore for a commander once."

Erahn wrote:

"Come to think of it, they have some pretty ladies in the Chapter. Is it true they're all chaste in that cult?"

"Bro! Hellfire no..."

A crying old woman wandered through the streets at night yelling for her lost children, the orphanage remained under heavy guard. Somebody or something has been snatching children from homes and the street.