Rumors and Events of the Cloakwood

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They made their way into the Flaming Fist Camp, lead by Lord Lyonaler and the Warden, the sassy elf known as Boots. Whom walked as usual to his left abreast and instep. Even their cloaks swayed in step. Guess over the years she had actually became like his shadow. The other Comyrian in this formation wearing drab Green and muted greens with only the red feather in his signature bycrocket cap giving him a splash of color. That enchanted quiver that just quite never seemed to run out of arrows to shoot and an old seldom used short sword. At his side walked his trusty Ol’ Comyrian warhound, squire Dusty and he lead by the reigns his packhorse Roscinante. A few nods and a boisterous ‘Tally-Ho!’ given in greeting to the Flaming Fist garrison as they made their way to an assigned spot where he off loaded his horse and set up his tent and set about organizing his campaign supplies.

Squire Dusty found himself a cozy spot to “go on watch” the almost decade old hound was happy to get some shut eye after the long March from the Charter House in Baldur’s Gate. He wore a green harness with a padded set of dog armor embroidered with the Radiant Heart’s Crest. Underneath it it read Most Noble Order of the Radiant Heart.

That keen half-elven eye scanning towards the deep green heart of the Cloakwood Forrest. Soon he’d report to Captain Norton and await assignments.
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Re: Rumors and Events of the Cloakwood

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In the coming days, a druidess is seen walking the perimeter of the camp, casting protective entanglements around the palisade and offering healing medicines to the soldiers who are helping her fellow druids. She takes seeds and cuttings of plants that will need to be replanted once the battles are done and cleans up suspicious traps that seem to have been left by the Gnolls.
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The Tormtar Knight Alexander Holgart and the young Ilmatari Caretaker, Sister Ashenie, can be seen entering the camp with the permission of the Flaming Fist.

The Knight walks with the young woman as she offers healing herbs and poultices to the soldiers while providing healing to any of them that would be in need of it.

Alexander escorts Ashenie back to the city and comes back by himself to observe the soldiers and their drills, he does not approach the leading figures actually discussing plans and strategies.

It is evident that the Knight hopes to fight side by side with the Fist in the coming battles and is waiting for orders.

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*A strange procession approaches the camp. An escorted Donkey seems to carry a lot of herbs and healing supplies prepared by Ilmatari. Under Ser Alexander's watch, and escorted by Vanira of the Order of the Radiant Heart, the quiet Sister finally disappears among tents and soldiers.

She might be seen for some time, talking with the healers, and Elle Avery among them, sharing potent poultices. Pavot seeds and Henbanes are used to alleviate pain, Woundworts, Bloodstaunchs to stop bleeding, Bloodflowers and St John's worts to mend injuries, and Fleshworts to help the flesh regrow. She also seem to share ointments and remedies against poison and infections, spasms, muscles and joints pain and paralysis. She spends some time tending the wounded, talking to them, and sharing tales from Baldur's Gate. Some say she delivers and takes messages and intentions for the families of the sodiers.

She prepares some food for wounded soldiers, and brews to help recovering. She is not seen near the Officers tents, or only briefly to report and take her leave. As she is escorted out of the camp, bags and baskets are empty, her supplies warmly shared.*
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Re: Rumors and Events of the Cloakwood

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Arriving with several other members of the Order of the Radiant Heart, Aaron would enter the camp riding on his silver haired, Elven bred, Courser, Rook. Once dismounted he would give word to the others to set up within the encampment in an open area. Shortly after he would report in to Captain Norton's tent. Once settled he would check in on the any new information gained on the Gnolls, their numbers, their lair, and any other new threats. The Grand Knight would then look over the current maps and try to offer any strategic aid to Captain Norton and his staff, based on what has been learned.


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Re: Rumors and Events of the Cloakwood

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Those with keen enough senses would be able to notice Tovah, the Spider of Anachaine, as he weaves his webs in Cloakwood. His presence could be betrayed by yellow eyes glimering in shades of woods or shallow, wheezing breath escaping his chest as he moves around from shadow to shadow.
As any respectable arachnid, Tovah would make sure to remain at a distance and escape under any threat of conflict. Patient observant that he is, he would wait out any patrols and more noteable figures from under various banners of the city. Once it was deemed safe to do so, Tovah would leave entangling traps around the woods. If sprung, none of the traps would leave any damage, all of them were meant to slow down, to irritate mind and not the body. Perhaps something in the forest is trying to send a message.
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Re: Rumors and Events of the Cloakwood

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Posted visibly outside their camp and at the travel camp along the road.
Attention Travelers

The Flaming Fist has been dispatched to this location by Baldurs’s Gate to ensure a peaceful Tradeway and prosperity for all people of these lands. A threat arising directly from the church of Bhaal has been confirmed within The Cloakwood.

Seeing how some of you arse rags are dense and require the boot, I am placing this poster for legal reasons.

Anyone that attempts to harm my soldiers will be considered a member of bhaal’s church and branded as such.

Anyone seen dealing with this threat will be considered a member of bhaal’s church and branded as such.

Anyone intentionally hindering this effort or creating undo delays for my officers will be considered a member of bhaal’s church and branded as such.

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Admorin Oakbound, Druid of Cloakwood these past many years, just not one of those shadow ones, looks towards the Flaming Fist camp, their patrols and legal posts dug in the ground, their outer allied patrols, the hangers on patrolling beyond, and those more hostile patrolling even further out.

He considers shrugging, rejects it momentarily, considering it's value in the wider circle of patrols as it would likely remain unseen. He absently traces a circle with his staff and finally just shrugs anyway. Without another word, for if was bad form to shrug when no one was there, talking to yourself would just have been too much. He gathers his meagre belongings, not a powerful magical thank you present or that special bossed it moment from history amongst them.

He settles for 3 sickles that no one else wanted and then thought of him type gifts delivered over the years. He wraps them in last decades fashionable druid wear. Some dried mushrooms, two saplings and a collection of pressed flowers not to forget half a turnip and he is ready to travel.

He buries a shield too heavy to carry, lest he return. Without a backward glance at the ever expanding camp he glides through the trees, his journey and path hidden, ever the Druid, leaving the Cloakwood and it's armies behind.
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Lone Hunter and One Thousand Arrows

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The Radiant Scout steps to the main gates of the encampment. His hood pulled low only his signature forked beard peeking out of the hoods. From underneath that cowl some of the most keen eye sight. As the half elven Scout peers into the evening. His eye catching the movement of even small mammals in the underbrush.

He takes his brow and takes an arrow from his enchanted quiver. A slight curl of his lips that his waxed curled mustache seemed to accentuate. Giving it a devilish look. In his hand that plain arrow suddenly is charged with unseen arcane energies. He can almost it through his leather gloves the pulse of ancient elven arcane archery masteries.

The guards by the gate watch him as he stands there out in the open under the moonlight. “Tally-Ho!… “ he says with that thick Comyrian accent. Which made the seasoned Flaming Fist mercenaries wonder how many damn Comyrians where in the Sword Coast. Then just like that The Radiant Scout vanished in plain sight. It was time to hunt…
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Re: Rumors and Events of the Cloakwood

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Patrolling scouts and soldiers would notice far fewer traps, and none of them planted with more skill than local tribes could muster. It would seem that the posters worked. Or maybe it was something else? Whatever made the Spider pull his webs back still has him observe trespassers from safe distance. And of course, seeing Scouts of Order of the Radiant Heart Auxiliary at full display would add extra bit of paranoia to the mans approach, as every arachnid fears radiance of the light and Tovah was not an exception.
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More Mischief

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A bustling busy war camp? Cooperation between disparate factions? Druids, soldiers, paladins, different soldiers, and independent adventurers? It was a gift from on high to any and all troublemakers! Chief among them was Ytarya still who salivated at all of the opportunities waltzing in and out of camp. Cooperation does not mean coordination and it was time to show it.

Ytarya had been perched in a tree since before the dawn, just watching the camp. Barely breathing as daylight filtered through the Cloakwood's canopy and she mentally tallied cliques and parties that wandered through her narrow vision. It was a carefully crafted keyhole, letting her lie concealed with a view of the camp's mess tent, with consideration paid for other important sightlines. An easy way to stay concealed if you didn't mind being stationary. Now it was paying off and she readied her tools.

In the camp breakfast was getting truly underway. Groggy soldiers trudged, milled in line, served food, gawked at adventurers, or otherwise waited for alertness to creep into their world. Expanded patrols, an absurd influx of support, and the presence of gaudy supporters made activity in the camp safe and amusing. There were difficulties on those patrols and even on the palisades, but the mess hall was a place one knew they could let their guard down. That's why the arrow went there.

Loosed from somewhere in the trees, sharp-eyed individuals could have spotted the flicker of a zipping projectile. Its flight was true. The arrow tore into the canvas of the tent and embedded itself into the main column with... silence. Those near the center of the tent were startled as all the sound of the world just ceased. Conversations were rudely cut off, the clink of cutlery against dish slain, a building argument neatly halted, and a very busy cook staff confounded. Heads jerked around in alarm. Men spun to face the threat, dropping meals and beginning to draw weapons. A soldier tread on the foot of another who tried to cry out and stumbled into that argument, delivering an accidental elbow to someone's spine. A cauldron of scalding-hot oatmeal hit the ground with an inaudible thud, inundating the tent with hot goop. And so on. And so forth.

Chaos quietly reigned there. The aura of magic around the arrow stretched about twenty feet in every direction, creating an environment of utter chaos with its silence. Within seconds men had fallen face-first in muddy oatmeal. Magically talented soldiers couldn't enunciate their panicky spells, and everyone outside that zone grappled to understand what exactly was happening. Alarm was shouted - quite a few times and exodus from the tent began. While the silence was stationary, the disorder was not and those stumbling out of the ensorcelled zone tended to come out yelling and urgent and often off-balance. Soldiers collided with sturdy tent supports and the outer canvas of the mess tent. It took longer than Ytarya expected but soon enough the confusion and alarm of suddenly-awakened soldiers coursing with adrenaline but unable to communicate or convey a threat managed to partially collapse their own mess tent. Canvas tore, poles shifted, and the structure sagged. Men continued to thrash and rage beneath. Breakfast was ruined.

The saboteur leaned forward to watch, counting down in her mind. Silence spells don't last forever and the ones woven into these arrows was predictable. The elf shifted in her perch and readied the next part of her morning action. She'd be impressed if someone was cunning or stupid enough to cast dispelling magic upon the now-enshrouded arrow. Waving arms and shouting chants at soldiers who did not know you wasn't a choice surviving adventurers did - especially at soldiers looking around for the cause of hostile magic. No, it was not to be. A few minutes in the initial wave of destruction had come to a close and soldiers sodden with breakfast were more or less extricating themselves from beneath the tent. That's when sound came back, celebrated by even more yelling when all the men still within realized their ability to communicate at the same time and decided that their messages were more important than those around them.

Naturally that was when the lightning struck. A bolt stretched from the sullen clouds above and met the trees near the camp. It had been raining all through the morning but there hadn't been even the faintest rumble of thunder before now. The crash of immediately close thunder is something to behold - especially if you're on high alert and had recently recovered from deafness. The strike shook the earth (or at least the eardrums) and sent men stunned to the ground all over again. Perhaps something in the forest is trying to send a message.

Mischief managed, Ytarya carefully extricated herself from the camp's perimeter. She'd be back with more tricks soon enough.
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Re: Rumors and Events of the Cloakwood

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With the arrival of a new day there is a large change to things. First Company has returned in force to The Cloakwood and quickly set to arranging for a new camp moved much closer to the road, within sight of The Friendly Arm. The Flaming Fist takes large steps to take all their mess with them and even to move the logs that make up their walls. The newer position is quickly marked out by First Company with the sharp eyed soldiers taking positions along the edges until the walls are put in place.

The evening of their arrival a shadow druid was hauled to the road and branded by a handful of Flaming Fist First Company.
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Webs

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”slow is smooth and smooth is fast…

Steady steps carried the Stalker through the woods. Under the concealment of his stealthy scout training and his Ranger & stalker background he moved at full speed unseen and unheard to most. Those eyes aided by clerical Magics moved across the landscape. He’d stop here and there. ‘look… listen… and feel’

He almost started again when something caught his eye. He moved deliberate. Notched arrows on his bow ready for the Multi-shot. He paused, listening to the ambient sounds of the Cloakwood. His eye going to where someone had been watching the camp. Residual webs caught on a stray branch and a very faint trail…

It was time to start stalking….
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Re: Rumors and Events of the Cloakwood

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The High Ranger continues her patrols through the Cloakwoods, listening, watching, remaining hidden unless wishing to be seen.
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