The demons besieged Wurzberg but they are now turning north again! They must have been repelled by the prince-bishop, or got what they came for...
If you hear laughter from the trees, hide and pray. Elf-shot kills in a single stroke.
The mold bandits are in league with Moldus Vane. He is the source of this horrible mold.
Lightning has begun striking the haunted tower north of Caspian's Delve again. It's just like those old stories my Grandma used to tell!
Something's chewing up the Wall from both ends, when it reaches the Gate it will destroy it and kill us all!
In Caspian's Delve the gems in the mines have begun growing like fruit! It would be a miracle if it weren't for the horrible monsters.
You've seen those soldiers from Fate around? Don't trust them. They're really mercenaries who killed the real soldiers.
If you see tracks of soft and loamy earth, those are the routes the moles take to hide their treasures.
There are hags in the swamps who take the shapes of maidens, beware them.
Bears have begun shucking their hides and moving through the trees all bare muscle and bone.
There are armoured soldiers of Moldus Vane wandering the Forest of Moondine. They can keep you safe for a price.
If you see yellow mold, don't touch it. Its choking spores are a deadly poison.
The old monastery, Oberon's Reach, is where the Church stores heretical artifacts and books of demonic magic.
|14||true||Moldus Vane rules Moondin from beneath, or so they say.|
Out in Layriding they're stocking up on weapons and food and they're not sharing, the cunts. Next one I see at the Drunken Carp gets a black eye.
There's an old hermit who lives in a tree out there in the woods somewhere. I met him once. He told me the tree's roots were made of gold. I wish I'd followed.
Down in Rotram's Farm they host a two-day-long market. It's safe and you can get some good deals.
|18||partial||The mold creatures all come from Lonville Marsh. It's the source of this evil.|
Those mold men all worship horrible black goats. I heard them talking last night outside my house.
[reserved for whatever rumour your PCs spread, or rumours about the PC's actions]