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Posters, flyers, town criers, merchants and travellers
would seemingly begin spreading the word around
the Reach and beyond the Reach, wherever it may reach...
pun intended

Soon()

FIRE!!!

In the course of the night, the beloved by all SPIRE SOUVENIR SHOP slowly met its fate as it was engulfed in flames.

The entire structure was gone by morning. Some say they witnessed a particularly smelly man crying.

Rumors circulated around of the Lady Steward, as she penned and left letters on boards for independent craftsmen, and delivered to artisan guilds alike.

I am interested in commissioning a custom-made crib crafted from hardwood native to the Mist Isles, decorated with traditional etchings in the grain. Alongside it, wooden rattles and fish, if the artisan is keen on accepting the request. I shall pay nicely, and request all inquiries be addressed to the Noctis Estate.

—Meriel

Two masked figures are absent from the Spire - A scholar and a medic.

An adventure gone terribly wrong. 

A small, red-headed doctor has been absent for some days from her usual work at the hospital. She has not been seen in town at all, and those that know her will not have seen her either. It's as though she vanished into thin air. There's no traces of her physically, only memories of where she went and what she did. A few rangers and hunters say they had seen someone fitting her description in the woods immediately East of town, but as of late, they say they don't see her at all. She might be gone.

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An expedition dedicated to the rescue of two researchers began on the morning of Goldleaf 24, 1641. Seven left to save Doctor d'Claire and Researcher Salada.

That night, a portal appeared within the hospital, spitting out the two captives and five of the seven that left to save them.

A second urgent mission was launched and on the morning of Goldleaf 25, 1641 all who left to save the two researchers were home, alive and safe.
A victory with an inconvenient cost, the one they aimed to capture, Shiloh, was brought back to the Spire dead. Rumors quickly spread she was crushed to death in a cave in of her own making.

With the sun obscured. It was hard to tell what was truly dawn. Though, in what could be presumed to be dawn, a duo set off. One with dragon wings and the other with something wrapped tightly in white cloth, tied with twine. 

They both rowed, out far into the eerily calm sea. They were gone for a while, and when they returned? Whatever was bound in white cloth was gone.

@Fryzbee@Dee

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Quiet rumors of an encounter in the Spire, a shot fired.

A trail of blood drops off into the wilderness,

And a cloaked figure sleeps behind the Fire Dragon's shrine, the remnants of a messy patch job in a pile next to them. 

[I need to sleep tonight, but consider this a LFRP for tomorrow morning]

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An odd rumour begins to spread about Doctor Radziwill . . .

He's been spotted around town, armed with a fishing rod with a glowing hook, and two small wooden boxes. Seems he's going around fishing. Word is he's tried fishing at every body of water around the town. One rumour says he's even tried his hand at fishing in the public fountains. Some even claimed to have seen Konrad as far away as Albern Crossing or the Ouroboros River, fishing by the riverbanks.

"He's said something about the fish biting more in the dark..."

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A scream pierced the air late into the dark of last night. A struggle somewhere on the North-Eastern side of town, quickly silenced. The Noctis Estate, to those passing by, seems to be missing a door. A window broken on one of the upper levels on the same side.

Raven has been absent every usual haunt for several days, mentioning offhandedly some 'pilgrimage'.

In those coming, she does not make a return.