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Two old wives are talking in town:

Did you hear the temple of Bjolmur already has a man in the town guard?

What? Really?

Yes, I heard a few days ago some elven girl tried to keep him from taking a corpse to the temple for some ritual. But the guard threatened to arrest her. Then she walked away saying the Governor may rot and the town be overrun by those tmple people. She wouldn't set a foot into Troll's Bane any more.

Really? Well, she's right. I'm already trying to convince my husband to move to Varshikar too.

You as well? My neighbour wants to leave Troll's Bane too!

He's always been a smart man. You should leave too. This town is going to the Dark One...

There is a rumor the town is infact not going to the dark one, nor the light one, but to Nargun.

You hears that Glóin has leaving Gobiath forever to go back to Goldberg, where his parents live...

Ein Mann hat leckere Gerichte und Suppen am Marktplatz von Trolls Bane verkauft. Allerdings... scheinen jene, die es gegessen haben, sich im Nachhinein nicht mehr besonders wohl gefühlt zu haben.


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A man sold tasty dishes and soup at the marketplace of Trolls Bane. But... somehow it seems that those, who ate it, didn't feel well afterwards.

Two women enjoy a daily chat outside the shop while hanging their clothing.

"Ey, 'ere did I just imagine tha' last night" The first one says

"Nay, tha' lad was there alrighty..." the next replies

"Out'agis. Tha lad hops up in asks for tha' 'Strongest stuff' tips some on his wound and some down 'is thoat!. Oh ere eye, did he look at his bare chest, too. Tha' little blackstone in there..." The first says while washing her under dressing.

"Tha' little decoration thin'ie?" the next replies once more

"Nay! It means he is a dark master or someink. Aye, a cultist, one o' dem Boogiemore people. I 'eard 'e was a gaurd too! What does this ole town come to ey, Mag. 'is name ex'apes me...L some'ink...Argh, stupid young lad aye..." The woman draws out this sentance and is quickly replied by 'Mag'

"Still...Tha' young body...All them battle scars and tha fa!" Mag is quickly interupted by a evil look.

They both continue on washing and hanging

You hear that somebody saw a dead body of a mummy, lying in the cell jail. It seems like Negyth died after some hours of being poisoned.

You hear thet Namuras Body leys next to the body of Luthor, his brother..

it's heard, that a certain tjalf, nicknamed the deaf, one peacefull barbarian, who wasn't even able to kill a pig, has been robbed and slain by mute robbers. - somewhere north of the old lighthouse....

rumor has it stephens son died during a mud slide and stephen ran off screaming to the storm and challenging malachin himself.

You hear that Arameh has been captured by a group of dwarves and got killed.

Rumor has it that Stephen Rothman has discovered the blade of Malachin.

You hear two dwarfs talking in anger at the tavern

"Ye hear about what happened in silverbrand? I barel' made it out aliv'"

"Naw, what?"

"monsters o'er ran and a message was carved in ta da door."

"What it say?"

"Our Debt is Paid,

Stephen Rothman
Governer of Trollsbane"

You hear, a new priest is around in the town.

there is a rumor, that the long bridge over the three fingered bay, that connected the old lighthouse to the southern lands has been washed away by a big wave.....

Some old women in Trollsbane talk to each other.

"You heard that about that elf?"

"What elf?"

"You know the one who used to be a guard in trollsbane, I heard hes up in that hospital now after trying to fight three lichs."

"What an idiot"

Zwei Maenner Unterhalten sich an dem Feuer vor der Markthalle...

"Hast du von diesem Dieb gehoert?"
"Hahaha, genau er soll eien adlige vor Zeugen ueberfallen haben.. Dreist!"
"Aber hast du auch gehoert das er in Gynkesch sowohl auch in Alber gesucht wird? Landesweit!?"
"Nein, aber das wundert mich nicht.. Woher weisst du das?"
"Ein Verwandter war letztens in Alber. Er hat mir diesen Steckbrief mitgebracht."

Der mann zeigt einen Steckbrief mit dem einem Bild. Darunter steht:
Gesucht: Der Rabe, wegen mehrfachen Diebstahl und Mordes auf Auftrag.

"Scheint mir mehr wie eine Announce, als wie ein Steckbrief..."

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Two Men are chatting at the Fireplace in front of the Shop...

"Did you hear of the thief yet?"
"Ha! yes. Apparently he has stolen from a noble. Even in front of witnesses... Bold!"
"But have you heard that he is wanted in Gynkesh as well as in Albar? nationwide!?"
"No, but that's interesting. How do you know it?"


The man shows him a warrant of apprehension with a picture..


Below is written: "Wanted: The raven. Multiple thefts and ordered murders"


"Looks to me more like an announcement, than a warrant of apprehension."

A hardy looking craftsman, speaks with Morgan at his campfire.

"So the Governor has the blade of Malachin does he?" Morgan says skeptically.

"Oh you betcha, I saw him take out his blade and attack that great War Lord Lich. It took him only a few seconds before the Lich was sent away in a mighty Tornado thrown through the heavens it was!"

"So you think he actually can beat these lichs? Or is it a ploy, I still believe he has a deal with Nalzaxx..." Morgan says with a faint smile.

"Possibly, I just know what I saw and that Governor is crushing their mightiest."

Your hear two people say as they walk to the tavern:

"Yes, they kidnapped a Trollsbane official. Took the souls of two elves, then grabbed him right out of the shop!"

Perhaps you happen to overhear two men conversing in the tavern of Troll's Bane in hushed tones and murmurs:

- There was this stranger, heard 'is name before but fergot about it--
- What'd he look like?
- Narymind what he looked like, ya cow. Some blue-eyed freak in rags, some sorta vagrant, if it fancies ya. Spoke like a Salkamaerian poet tho', I swear by me bootstraps. I saw him that dreaded night when the undead harriers were roaming through town again, spreading horror, and he was standin' in 'eir path. Looked more like an accident and like he was scared ta' death and--
- Who wouldn't be?
- Would ya stop bloody interruptin' me? [The speaker slaps his colleague on his forehead]
- Ikes, a'ight. Go on, do it please ya.
- Well, the point is, they palavered or the-devils-know-what, and guess what happened?
- Them creeps cut 'im down on the spot?
- Nay, one of 'em cast dark magic -- but the bum was unharmed by it. He stood there, looked like he was about ta face death, but he came up unscathed by tha foul sorcery. And those harriers went on. Ignorin' 'im!
- Nuts... sounds like Ronagan's blessin's for lookin' out fer the orphans, don'tcha think?
- Yar, I hear ya.

Their palaver shifts to how much money they can make in time of the next few days to get the hell off of the island and travel on, but it slurs off and becomes more incoherent, the more drunken they get.

You hear everyone is wearing these invisible shields, even little girls walk around Trolls Bane with it at their belt.