Sahuagin in the Streets!
Oy, merry readers! Capshaw the Crier here to bring you the latest news on what’s happenin’ here in our marvelous city. It’s no small secret that the fish people who call ‘emselves the sahuagin can occasionally be seen in the streets of Stormreach, often ’bout in the Harbor district. But these sea devils usually keep ’emselves to the Shargon’s Talon, the shrine to the Devourer out in the bay. Of late, however, they been seen skulking about in the Harbor, ‘specially at night, and it’s got folks all jittery. Those who know Sahuagin speak swear the sea devils be prattlin’ on ‘bout “the return of that which was taken,” but the Host only knows what they be talkin’ of. One thing fer sure, there been few ships comin’ an’ goin’ from Aerenal, and Capshaw keeps his ears to the ground. I’ve heard that those of elven blood might know a thing or two ‘bout these happenings. If I were an elf curious enough to know, I’d be inquiring at the Aereni consulate, Thaendyr’s Rest, right here in the Harbor.
The Stormreach Guard has proclaimed a city-wide bounty on kobold hides in light of recent troubles in the Waterworks. The bounty be 2 copper hailstones for each kobold hide turned into the Guard. Hides can be turned in at the Lorsmarch Plaza or the Harbormaster’s House. I’d hate to be a kobold right about now. Watch yet backs me little mateys.
Orc Warchief Slain
Capshaw hears word on the streets that the ruthless orc chieftain, Garunt the Bloody, has been cut down in battle by a band o’ adventurers who were brave enough to traverse the Cerulean Hills and lucky enough not to be eaten by wolves. O’ course, t’weren’t without its casualties, as I hear one o’ the party was slain in battle himself. Lucky party to face the deadly Grul tribe and come away with only one dead man.
Merchant Seeks Aid
This ain’t the type o’ beggin’ Capshaw is used to seein’, but the merchant Baudry Cartamon seems to have come on hard times and is offerin’ good coin to those willin’ to lend him their blades. No doubt the shady trader has reneged on some bet or come face to face with some ruthless kingpin. Five hundred gold thunders he’s offerin’ to those who assist him. Dangerous work to be sure, and likely to anger some other merchant, but Capshaw can at least say this, Cartamon may be a shifty fella, but he’s always done right by sellswords. No doubt he fears their blades turnin’ back upon him.