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Trigger warning. Extreme caution. D&D mentioned at length. Canon to the games currently being run.
“C’mere… no closer... closerrrr.” The male before you appears as a noble. An older gentleman, with a patchwork job done to clean up his beard, and several teeth rotting in his smile. His fetid breath wafts to you as you bend your ear, eager to listen to what appears to be some measure of piping hot Galaxy Brew. He is dressed in a blue doublet trimmed with black embroidered edges, slashed through and picked about with pockets of his pale blue undershirt blossoming through in an extravagant style known in the Southern reaches of Athkatla.
Which is great and all, but you’re in Neverwinter. Though, perhaps some gossip is just what the cleric ordered on this dreary cloud covered day.
He wraps an arm over your shoulders, and brings you in closer than you truly wanted. If not to stave off the worst of his fouled mouth.
“Didja hear about the recent goings on at Amn?”
“Nothing at length, but some rumors have flown about.”
“Well I heard that their princess? Cadelra, Carmella”
“Carmina I believe.”
“Oh yes! Carmina! I heard her body was plucked right off of her funeral pyre, vanished with nothing but a cloud of smoke!”
“She died?”
“Well we all thought she died!”
“What are you getting at?”
“She lives and breathes as you and I do now!! As if being dead was just a small inconvenience! Some say she looks different. Not in the face mind you, but in the eyes. As though she witnessed something on the other side and brought a piece of it back with her.”
“Strange.”
“Indeed! But get this! She’s to be married! To King Thandor Stonecrown of the High Crags!”
“That giant?”
“Indeed! Scandalous! That hulking mountain brute!”
“Oof poor lass.”
“The worst bit? The high counsel is calling it a ‘Historic Alliance’ Though, they wouldn’t be able to say word against. They could hardly admit they were terrified of whatever force brought her back! I suppose they are hoping marriage will keep her contained.
And of course, the populace noticed the priests won’t say her name more than a breathless whisper. Or that even the lowest of Mages cast glances as if she is a spell about to go off! I’m telling you, something is terribly wrong. People don’t just rise up out of the ashes of their funeral pyre and waltz into a royal engagement!”
“How strange!”
“Indeed! Can you imagine?!”
“I don’t think I could. This is almost as strange as the King killer rumor. Do you think Thandor will be next?”
“Does he have a pointy metal hat?”
“I see your point.”
“Perhaps that Paladin… the shiny one… shit what was his name?”
“ Oh is it that Selunite one from Waterdeep?”
“Oh yes! That one! He has been tasked with going after the King killer, and a strange pale haired woman is with him. A formidable pairing I heard! Perhaps he will succeed. I heard the pair have been tasked by Selune and Lathander themselves!”
“The world doesn’t cease to amaze.”
“That it does not. The Amcathra boy is set to marry Lord Neverwinter’s daughter this fall. I heard he saved every Waterdhavian from the fires that erupted across Waterdeep some weeks ago!”
“Oh now that can’t be true, he’s not exactly the most stout of lads to come out of that House.”
“Aye but they say he has the heart of a Lion!”
“Marriages, resurrections, and king killers. What’s next?”
“Necroman-”
“Hush your tongue!”
“I got carried away. Sorry.”