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((Creating one thread for all of Elor's announcements, songs and rumours he would spread trough the city, to avoid cluttering the forum.

Talking and shouting at anyone that would listen - however briefly - the half-elven half-cookie bardling Elor, self-proclaimed Apprentice Bard of the Fancy Plume Troupe, proclaims the following. His efforts are mainly directed trough the main streets and markets, as well as the bridge leading from the city square to the northern gates, which he proclaims to be "Bard Bridge".

"Hear ye, hear ye!

Away with frigid frenzies of fighting, arctic ambitions of atrocity and biting breadths of boredom!
Yes to balmy baths of better-feeling, warm whetters of the whistle and sizzling servants of Sharess and Sune!

Come to the Temple of Love!
Feel better today!"

A notice is pinned up on Bard Bridge, as well as the southern noticeboard.

You are not the size of your sword.
You are not the might of your magic.
You are not the count of your kills.

Be more than a number.

The following notice finds itself tacked aside the above in Southern Cordor, by a large, but hunkered form in a long-sleeved, bleached, woolen robe. It was thoroughly wrapped in bandages and hood, the hem of the robe drug on the ground. A heavy cloak over its back and shoulders, which buldged in a misshapen way for a normal man.

You are not the size of your 'sword'.
You are not the might of your magic.
You are not the count of your kills.

Be more than a number.

Elor moves around the island, visiting each of the different surface towns, as well as the Amian forest crossroads. As he does, he cries out the news as well as pinning up notices for others to read.

Hear Ye! Hear Ye! News of the Hour!

The darkly clad mage Nadrid attacked two in the forest of Amia in unprovoked and unwarranted attack! In this he summoned a powerful demon, and with his magic murdered the unborn child of one Radi! The land cries for justice in the face of such a heinous act!

Hear Ye! Hear Ye! News of the Hour!
The Warlock Nadrid Strikes Again! And this bard was amongst those nearly slain by this ruthless cretin! I was there to experience the terror of the demon thing and the dark nature of his vile magics. Again the dark one attacked without provocation, pity or mercy, to quench his own thirst for suffering and malevolance!

Hear Ye! Hear Ye! News of the Hour!

((persuade 20, perform 29))

A man in black and gold robes makes postings by putting up signs in Cordor, at the carts in Bendir dale, and outside Kohlingen. The sign says:

For whomever it may concern; The man putting up this sign does this to win favor from a woman, has lost sight and has found himself swayed by bias. Take what he says with a pinch of salt, and know that both Radi and this black robed man are as guilty as any other man or woman. According to this Nadridor, after speaking to him personally, Radi killed his panther because it went out of control and he killed her. As it stands, do not believe the lies, and do not make this into some one sided argument, lest you look like some retarded ignorant baboon.

-Damian Achaius

"Aye, I heard you the first time, dancing fellow."
*Eli states as he passes the bridge, hearing the bard's tale. He then speaks under his breath...*
"If he truly is a Warlock he does the title a disservice. I wonder if I should challenge him should we ever meet..."

[Uhm]
Rumour spreads trough the village of Ughm, and as the days come and go, increasingly further beyond, of how the young, cheery and quite harmless bardling Elor was roughly carried outside of the town gates by a particular dark skinned tiefling called Radi, claiming a bookcase fell on him. As he was riddled with stab wounds, missing a chunk of his left ear and weakly called for help, struggling to even reach for a gate guard's arm, though said guards decided not to get involved, one question does remain.

Just how deadly are Amnian bookcases?

[Wharftown]
Some days later, Elor arrives at the temple of Selune in Wharftown. Spending time talking with the different priestesses, he seems to have some difficult questions yet not finding the answers he is looking for. With said venue exhausted, he asks where other, possibly more knowledgeable, possibly more knowledgeable Selunites may be found.
((Selunite players, send me a PM or prod me IG, please))

[Cordor, Wharftown, Winya Ravana, Bendir Dale, Kohlingen]

Calling all Musicians and Singers, Dancers and Acrobats, Speakers and Tale-Tellers, Loreseekers and Lorekeepers, Scouts and Explorers, Illusionists and Stage Magicians, of free spirit, unclaimed by darkness.

Find Elor, Keeper Of The Plumed Hat.

Amia calls for the Heralds of Triumvir to rise, and all those who hold Arts, Lore and Exploration in importance to aid the forming of the Troupe.

Malaguena leaves her card; specifically, the Star.

Her name and address within the Triumvir is on the back

Balfouria reads the notice, her eye caught by the word "dancer". She reads on, and decides to find Elor, as the notice directs.

((for those who are interested, please post your general playtimes/timezone. That way, I can find the best date and time for a meeting.))

Thurs afternoon/evening, Friday anytime. Saturday, Sunday, Monday morning -5 GMT

((Sometimes I work but if it conflicts I'll let you know))

// I'm ES/DT (GMT -4/5) and, right now, available at just about any time. Weekends (including Friday) and nights are generally best for me.

((Please refer to http://www.amiaworld.net/phpBB3/viewtopic.php?f=58&t=57085))

[Surface Towns]
Wanted:
Experienced Bakers, Cooks and Brewers to Create a Feast.

Contact Elor at Triumvir or the Nomad's Return, Cordor.

[Cordor, Kohlingen]

Looking for Eternal Order. Please leave a message on where and how to find you.

Elor.

*A reply is left in Kohlingen*
If you seek the Eternal Order, we are found within Khem, Nes'ek, within the Cathedral of the Martyr Saint.

May his will be done,
Victor Wilkinson,
Knight Templar of the Eternal Order.

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[Cordor, Bendir Dale, Winya Ravana, Wharftown, Kohlingen]

When visiting the different towns, Elor sings a song in the most public places.

Hear Ye, Hear Ye, souls of the wild
The Koth'tuk call to you.
Hear ye, shamans, huntsmen, free.
Karindi calls to you.

Bond together in the Tribe,
And carve into the Crags.
A home and rest for those who choose
No town nor lords nor port

Hear ye, Hear Ye, souls of the wild
The Koth'tuk call to you.
Hear ye, shamans, huntsmen, free.
Karindi calls to you.

If approached for more information, Elor explains with advertising flair that the warrioress Karindi, a tall and long-haired blonde woman with a huge sword, is looking to form a tribe. She's looking for huntsmen, shamans, warriors and the sort in particular, and could be reached in Cordor or at Janna Ogder's house.

[edited!]

Tribe name is Koth'tuk, and the warrioress name is Karindi.

[Triumvir, Cordor]

"If you are Torin Starfall, please contact me. I can be reached in Triumvir, or via the Nomad Return.

Elor."

The notice in Cordor is ripped down by a certain redhead for whatever reason.

Claire takes it home to Torin and hands it to him, saying,

"Someone was dumb enough to post your name publicly in Cordor, so I took it down. Don't get mad about me being in Cordor, someone's got to keep their ears open."

*A bard in black suit have sighted both notices, he sighs and walks on.*

"Elorawho? Fine, fine, I'll hang around the Triumvir more.

...And you know I hate it when you go to Cordor."

Rumours starts spreading around Cordor, threatening to spill over into nearby towns...

- "Did you hear that the Kohlingen knights are removing those that are different than them from their temple?"
- "They are?"
- "Oh, yes. I saw it myself! I heard they're afflicted with a Curse of Brooding, which clouds their sense of humility and self-reflection. I've also heard that they ritually screw their codpieces on too tightly, as some sort of pain ritual. That would explain why they're always so agitated and grumpy."
-"I know I'd be."
- "It's tragic, really. They're the sort that's meant to inspire us, but all they do is grumble and glare and look down on us, the people they're meant to protect. I certainly don't feel inspired with the way they treat me. You know, I've never had this problem with the Banites, or those undead cultists over in Careigh. They might not be all there, but at least they chuckle darkly all the time."

[Cordor]

Hear ye! Hear ye!

Artists and performers take heed!

The Heralds of Triumvir have uncovered a foul plot in Cordor, that has already lead to the deaths of many performers! These were invited to perform at the party of Herr Mannhoff, who had his estate in Cordor West, yet never returned!

At the conclusion of our own performances, we faced death at the hands of dreaded undead. Yet the Heralds prevailed! A powerful doppleganger, the most dangerous of infiltrators and pretenders, was encountered and vanished into the night.

Hear ye, hear ye!

Sergeant Aritek, at hearing the rumor, quickly scurries to the Guard house to validate the rumor.

After the conclusion of the Second Grand Revel, a number of boxes are moved out of the theatre. Most go to the orphanage, though a few are spread out amongst the various beggars and homeless of the city. Inside are delicious hams, stews and apple pies.

"Courtesy of the Heralds of Triumvir!"

[Triumvir]

Cerridwyn!

Please find me, I need to speak with you.

Elor.

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