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4E The Screamer - L4W News

“Hear ye! hear ye!”

“Read about mayor Brunt’s recent tax scam to butter up Daunton’s Founding families! Hear about oni incursions in the Valley of Bone after portals at the Isle of Opposition scrambled! Learn about the new geyser at Bacarte after a group of “heroes” messed up a ritual to access the fabled Depthworld! Gawk at the chilling tales from survivors of pirate captain Grogmarrow’s latest raid at the coast of Mykonos!”

“Hot off the enchanted press, bringing you the latest in shocking revelations and outrageous scandals from across the Transitive Isles!”

“This is the Screamer!”

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The Screamer is a news source for the Living 4th Edition setting. All members are encouraged to post stories about recent events, preferably in-character in the form of a colorful anecdote. Suggested articles include:
  • Summaries of recently concluded exciting encounters.
  • Recaps of completed and ongoing adventures.
  • New competitions, arrivals, and adventure openings at the Hanged Man.
  • Significant in-game developments that could potentially impact the setting at large.

A synopsis of adventures can be found here.

The Screamer will also keep the community informed about OOC news such as recently approved proposals of character options, changes to the charter, etc. If manageable, news items will try to be indexed in this post in an organized manner.
 
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Dunamin

Villager
Raid on Marn Mansion

“It was just… just horrible!

“So I was just minding my own business, right? None of that pick-pocketing load of troll dung the guards claim. Just plain old helping ladies across the street for a penny.” [From the looks of it, helping himself to the pennies as well. – Ed.]

“So I run into this old friend of mine, right? Well, actually, she ran into me. Boot prints all over her back, so I figure she’s fleeing from someone. So I ask: Who you running from, Tiptoes? She rambles on about this crazy gang raiding a mansion, something about liquefied organs and mutilated elves.”

“So I’m thinking I got’s to check it out. Perhaps there’s people that need to be plundered helped! Being a responsible community servant, right? So I followed ‘Toes trail back to the place, crawled over the wall, and sure enough it’s a fresh battlefield! Blood and broken arrows in the grass, goblin corpses strewn about. All of them looted thoroughly I’ll tell ya’.”

“But when I found the elf corpse… Whoa! At least, I think it was an elf. Kind of hard to tell, considering his skin was flayed off, his nipples and manhood was a bloody mess, his eyes were useless, his thumbs were missing, he had thorns all over, he was bound and gagged with a snotty rag... oh, and he was hamstringed.”

“So that’s when I cleared off. Whoever did that, I don’t wanna’ mess with ‘em!”

[Encounter started here]
 
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CaBaNa

Villager
THE SCREAMER Local Gossip Section E1


Overheard in "The Hanged Man"
Crazy Little fella comesh in the bar, you know I crossh the shtreet to avoid the crazy dwarf! Dwarf writesh on the threshold, shcribbles a shpiral.

Then walks in one of those F, FFF, F, Ella... Ella drinks! Trishtan. Cold, didn't even bat an eye at the crazy dwarf.

Ha'lf is readin in the corner, doesn't even notice th'woman setting table on fire, makin tea! Fire! OR the guy chucking throwing stars into th'dartsh board!

Show'sh already amayshing in th'bar, when shome foppish gold shpoon in th'mouth guy walks in... Come to find out hish name ish Regin-Uh, PSH Nobles.
Orders a bunch of food, and drink, lotsha drink, and sits on hish lonesome, until the crazy dwarf shtompsh over to his ssheat, eats the food from infront 'is fayshe...

After that it starts ta get hazy, because the bartender is hollering about getting a room, think he just, shaw how much money Regin-UH would pay for privy fashilities... ... ... Oh hazy, because they gotsha private room... and left all the food and drink at the table... So'sh I shays to the bartender, "You mind?" and he Shays "No."

I remember before the drink conshumed me, a dangerous looking, muddy woman and an awful smelling, robed guy walk in...
The last thingsh I remember, are all of'em leaving, shome before othersh, Regin-UH had contractsh in hish handsh.
And now I'm waking up and you're here... What are you writing about... You're a shhKribbler... ShhhhKribbler...




[sblock=Adventure Started Here]You can follow starting here.[/sblock]
 
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ukingsken

Villager
"A rumor coming from the diplomatic quarter has recently been confirmed. An envoy from the Kingdom of Jade (The aide to the Iron General no less!) has been spotted in the city."

"Attempts to interview or speak to the aid have been rebuffed by that all to common Dragonborn meatshield mentality. This reporter didn't even make it through the front doors! Despite their best attempts however the aide was recently spotted heading into the Hanged Man carrying a large scroll bearing the General's personal seal."

"A secret source inside the embassy had this to say 'Most of us are not privy to the comings and goings of one so high up as the aide. But I did overhear two of the commanders talking in the mess hall one night after a few too many glasses of Imperial Fire Wine. They were arguing about why they thought the General would seek outside assistance and what this could mean for career soldiers like themselves. I knew right away that the people of Daunton needed this piece of information." So there you have it folks, it would seem the Iron General is seeking some sort of outside assistance in their ongoing battle against the 'darkness'. For the screamer this is your political correspondant Lanessa Longtooth.
 
LATEST NOBLE SQUABBLE: WINNIE VS. CELIA

Celia D'Orren was spotted coming out of the Dirty Deva last night with her new beau. Spotted by Darwinia L'Irkash, that is! Celia bumped into Winnie and her entourage in the street in front of the tavern, and Winnie went ballistic! Before her minders dragged her away, she was heard to call Celia "faithless", "false-hearted", and "a cheating WHO"ops! We can't print that last one in a family paper! A lovers' quarrel? We were sure hoping so - it'd sell a lot more papers! But it seems dear Winnie was just looking out for her cousin, Lukas, who you might remember was going around with Celia for a few weeks before he suddenly stopped calling. Winnie, dear - it looks from here like lovely Lukas ditched Celia, not the other way around! We're glad you've finally decided to start standing by your family, couldn't you have done it with a little more dignity? "His bones aren't even cold?" Just a little over the top? It seems some people never change!

And speaking of never changing, if you guessed that Celia's new paramour is a handsome young guard captain - you're right! But it's not Woe Chinua this time! Yes, we're as shocked as you are! Who is this mysterious man in uniform? Our intrepid reporter didn't recognize him, so if anyone out there knows, drop us a line! We'd love to find out!
 

Phoenix8008

Villager
Redscale Revenge?!?

A confidential source reported on a disturbance in the 'court' of Daunton's high class dragonborn from the Jade Empire, Madame Redscale. Her daily routine was disturbed when an aide interrupted a meeting with several of Daunton's upper crust. The aide whispered something to the mistress of mysterious dragonborn turned her scales pale and sent her into a quivering rage.

As the assembly left her chambers, our informant was lucky enough to overhear her command to the aide who had brought her the obviously distressing news: "Find those responsible, and END them!" We'll be sure to bring you any further facts as we uncover them.
 

KenHood

Villager
Lost an heirloom?

Need to track down a missing debtor?

Can't figure out which devil stole your soul?

Want to dig up the dirt on your soon-to-be ex-spouse?

Call Doddoddod!

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Doddoddod
Solving mysteries in mysterious ways!




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Doddoddod is a licensed and fully bonded private investigator for the Isle of Daunton.

Under no conditions or terms of employment is Doddoddod obligated to leave his home while conducting an investigation. The employer agrees that Doddoddod's semi-trained and quasi-professional staff will handle all in-field investigations and inquiries, as well as conduct all communication to or from Doddoddod.

Doddoddod's semi-trained and quasi-professional staff are not licensed and fully-bonded private investigators for the Isle of Daunton.

Satisfaction not guaranteed.
 

Don Incognito

Villager
"Hey! Hey you! C'mere, lemme tell ya a story. You heard o' Gouki, right? 'Course you have, ain't nobody never heard o' Gouki and his Iron whasits. They run the Iron Ring, and some say that the profits from his steetfights flow all the way back to the Iron General in the Kingdom o' Jade. Alla his fights are to the death, and he keeps the bodies, too; sells 'em to Rinch and the Ab-Dead."

"'Course, anyone who's anyone'll tell ya that there ain't no REAL Iron Ring. Not liter'ly, anyways. 'S just a word used ta describe them organized fights that Gouki's thugs run. If'n ya see a pair a guys hittin' each other in the dead o' night, and there's a big crowd watchin' an' hootin' and hollarin', 's a safe bet that yer lookin' at a match in the Iron Ring. But let me tell you; there IS an Iron Ring. One for the high class fights, and Gouki himself personally judges it."

"'How?', you ask? 'How can such an arena not've been shut down by the guard long time ago?' Well, I'll tell ya. Gouki, he's got this chain, right? A magic chain. A big ol' chain, linked together in a circle. When it's spread full on a flat surface an' the right words is said, it becomes more'n just a chain on the ground. Iron bars rise up into a dome, the insides covered in wicked spikes. You understand? Gouki's got himself a portable arena! S'what lets him stay two steps ahead o' the guard."

"Anyway, this was a few nights ago. Gouki's fights bring in a pretty high-class crowd, rich folk bettin' their ill-gotten gains on exotic mercenaries choppin' each other up. So there's this fight, right? Some hired hob from Bacarte takin' on a fancy death-speaker from the Valley of Bone. You know the type, right? Weird face paint, shrunken heads hangin' from his staff, all the works. And they're fightin', and the shaman's got the upper hand. Suddenly, the shaman looks weaker, and the hob takes advantage of it to run him through with his sword. Now, the crowd goes wild, but Gouki? He stands up from his throne and calls a halt to the fight. Calls a halt to the fight! Can ya believe it? Nobody EVER calls a halt to a fight in the Iron Ring. But Gouki orders the cage down, and goes to inspect the body. Sure enough, there was a poisoned dart stickin' out o' his side."

"Now, there ain't many rules in the Iron Ring, but no outside help is one o' 'em. His boys comb the crowd, and two guys get pushed forward. One is a female hob, some emissary from the Merchants on whose behalf the hob in the ring was fightin'. The other is this tiny goblin feller, holdin' a blowgun and lookin' like he'd seen a ghost. Its the four of 'em in the ring; Gouki and the three cheatin' goblins. Gouki orders the cage be raised. The crowd, they go NUTS! Gouki's gonna take on three goblins all by hisself! The bars raise up, the dome is sealed at the top, and the fight's on. The goblins fan out, surroundin' him."

"Now, if you ain't never seen Gouki before, lemme tell you; the man is big. BIG big. Bigger'n yer average size goliath, I'd say. Bald, too. Bulging with muscles, wearin' nothin' but this weird skirt-robe-thing. I'm told its some kinda thing from the Kingdom o' Jade, ceremonial dress for honorable combat and whatnot."

"So they're in the ring, right? And for a minute r'two, they just don't move. The goblins is scared, ya see? 'Specially the little one, he's shakin' up somethin' FIERCE. Anyway, eventually the little guy finds his nerve and loads another dart into his blowgun. He spits the thing at Gouki, and get this: the man catches the dart in the air. Swear on my mother's grave, god rest her soul, I'm telling you the truth. The man caught the dart out of the air, and threw it back at the goblin. Caught him right below his right eye, through and through, hittin' a guy in the croud, which is goin' NUTS, by the by, they're eatin' this stuff up. One down, two to go."

"A'fore the fancy hob merc can respond, Gouki's right there, towerin' in front o' him. Gouki, he don't even make a fist, he just takes his open palm and shoves it into the merc's chest. The hob stumbles back, straight into the spikes that line the dome. Poor guy gets skewered right there and then, stuck on the spikes. The fella can't get hisself down, so he just hangs there, slowly bleedin' to death."

"There's only one left now, and she looks mighty pissed. She reaches into her fancy robes, pulls out a dagger, and just plain charges at Gouki, screamin' at the top o' her lungs. Gouki just stands there, hands folded across his chest, waitin'. Once she gets close, he grabs her wrist, and she stops dead in her tracks. Then, he does the weirdest thing, and I swear this is true. Slowly, gently, he guides the dagger into him, the blade sheathin' itself in his chest. And his face! Unflinchin', I swear! Like he didn't even feel it goin' in. His grip tightens, and the hob lets go o' the dagger's hilt."

"Gouki rips the dagger from his chest, and in a flash he's behind her, one hand around her neck, the other clasped on her chin. The crowd is deathly silent now, they know that's comin' next, and they wanna hear it. Gouki, he whispers somethin' into that hob's ear, and her face goes white. Whatever it was that Gouki told her, it scared her more than the prospect o' death. Gouki snaps the hob's neck-CRRRICK- and the croud goes nuts."

"Anyway, that's what happened a few nights ago in the Iron Ring. Crazy stuff, huh!"
 

KenHood

Villager
Turtledome!
Punched your dad in the face
and took your mom to dinner!



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Are you [insert gender/species appropriate term here] enough for TURTLEDOME!?

Prove it!
 

ukingsken

Villager
Hello citizens of Daunton, once again this is Lanessa Longtooth your favorite political correspondant.

Last week I uncovered the quiet bid by the Kingdom of Jade to procure outside military assistance in there struggle against the "Shadow." However the truth is more shocking then first anticipated. It seems the ranks of the Iron Legion are stretched too thin to support this action on the front. You can count on this reporter to make the trip to the front lines, and get the real scoop as it happens! Till then this is Lanessa Longtooth signing off.
 

renau1g

Villager
New Adventure to be underway Shortly

Rumours abound that there have been a rash of assassinations recently of minor nobles, which the Daunton guard have been unable to stop. This has the aristocracy in an uproar and they have begun calling for the guard to bring in outside resources that specialize in these matters, but so far the guards have failed to give into these demands.

Captain Dewald had this to say "Unless these nobles want to be offering up more gold to be paying for these so called "outside specialists" we just can't afford it. Not with our budget anyways.", which sparked further outrage from the aristocracy demanding to know where their tax gold had been spent.

We'll keep you posted on any new developments in this tense situation.

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I'll soon be starting a new adventure, please post in the discussion thread if you're currently looking to get in on one.
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ukingsken

Villager
Political Correspondant Lanessa Longtooth here. I am currently trailing a group of mercenaries hired by the Kingdom of Jade to bolster there military presence on the frontlines.

When I left you I was tailing them to the embassy and with some well placed coins, and a few less then appropriate conversations with diplomats I managed to slide through the portal shortly behind them. The military camp here seems in dissaray and one soldier had this to say:

I saw the mercenaries walking off toward Maoleth. What business the general has for them there
I don't know. Only thing up there are some thrice blasted oni lovers, and some old ruins.

Could there be dissension on the border? Could people be voluntarily joining the Oni? Stay tuned. Until then this is Lanessa Longtooth reporting by sending stone.
 
MISSING DWARF

6 Eagle, Dwarf warrior, came here from the Valley of Bone 2 years ago. Not heard from since.

Reward offered for any information. Contact 7 Rabbit at the Hanged Man.


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Just realized this reads a bit like an adventure invitation. It's actually an IC want-ad posted by Rabbit - I actually have no idea what happened to 6 Eagle. Yet.
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ukingsken

Villager
Lanessa Longtooth reporting from the field. It's been some time since my last sending and I know my faithful readership in Daunton is just aching for more information!

I arrived in Maoleth mere hours after them, and my have they caused quite a stir already. Missing persons, ancient demons bound in a ritual, and an honest to claw demonic presence. Why I was listening outside their rooms and heard one of them channeling the demons of the pit themselves! They are talking about investigating the ruins nearby! Are they sympathetic to these demonic causes? Will they bring ruin or save the area? Stay tuned!

Until next time this is Lanessa Longtooth reporting by sending stone!
 

Phoenix8008

Villager
Rumors and rumblings- from reporter Teryl Truthclaw

New information just coming in from the hotbed of Daunton's adventuring community: The Hanged Man Tavern. It seems that a group of mostly monstrous pirates were briefly in town drinking and bragging about nearly killing a black dragon and getting away with it without loss of life on their part! Quite a feat for such an unknown group of adventurers. Of course, they are unknown no longer. Now several folks are talking about the Mostly Monstrous Crew and their supposed accomplishment. Of course, with no physical trophy to prove their claim, it is their word only that substantiates their allegation. Especially having only heard the tale second hand since the crew themselves were barely in the tavern long enough to get a single drink downed.

I'll keep an eye out for this crew in the future and will keep digging for the truth!
 
CORRECTION: Last week's obituary of Marglesplat Applethorpe is now in error. Mr. Applethorpe is no longer deceased. We regret any confusion.
 
Go in a blaze of Glory!

Grave robbers in the commons have now taken up their game a notch; no longer content to rob grave, they rob the bodies themselve!

Save your loved ones from these indignities : Come visit us at 'Karrsst & Hatchlings Funeral Home'.

A true Daunton institution, this friendly dragonborn family will incinerate your dearly departed at unbeatable price!
 

Don Incognito

Villager
Welcome home!

Today, the boys of the Red River Company returned to Daunton after a long campaign in the Kingdom of Jade. Astute readers may recall that the head of this famous mercenary company, one Jargo Kitt, was the subject of a previous installment of our "Heroes and Persons of Interest in Daunton". The Daunton-born warrior has earned quite a name for himself in the Kingdom of Jade, he and his company are among the most trusted servants of the Iron General. Sources say that Jargo is "happy to be back home" and is "[looking] forward to spending some time away from war".
 

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