Gimurt Lutgehr: The Keeper of Knowledge and Sending Stones

By Eldric Stonehammer

In the heart of the newly reborn dwarven realm of New Ammarindar, where the echoes of ancestral wisdom intertwine with the rhythm of life, there resides a humble figure who plays a vital role in connecting the domains of Upperthorn, Lowerthorn, and New Ammarindar itself. His name is Gimurt Lutgehr, and he is a beacon of knowledge, diligence, and devotion to the dwarven god Dumathoin.

Gimurt, now 255 years old, bears the weight of centuries with a grace and wisdom that come from a life steeped in the service of his deity. As a low-ranking priest of Dumathoin, his days are filled with reverence for the god of knowledge and death, and a profound commitment to the well-being of his realm. He calls the Halls of the Silent Keeper, the sacred temple of Dumathoin, his home, and it is here that his purpose truly comes to life.

At the heart of Gimurt’s responsibilities lies a precious treasure – the Sending Stones. These enchanted artifacts serve as the conduits through which vital information flows between the realms of New Ammarindar, Upperthorn, and Lowerthorn. Using the stones and a flock of mechanical birds brought from the enigmatic Feywild, Gimurt ensures that messages, news, and wisdom are disseminated efficiently and without delay. His meticulous review of incoming messages and his dedication to forwarding them to their rightful recipients are unparalleled.

Yet, Gimurt’s essence is not defined solely by his duties; it is his character that sets him apart. Some may perceive him as paranoid, quick to suspect ulterior motives, or prone to accusations of deceit. However, those who truly know Gimurt understand that his cautious nature is born out of unwavering loyalty and a deep-seated desire to protect the realm he cherishes.

To Gimurt’s friends and allies, he is a steadfast guardian, a devoted servant, and a source of boundless knowledge. His memory is a veritable tome of information, and his guidance has proven invaluable to many who seek his counsel. Gimurt’s dedication to Dumathoin and the dwarven way of life is an inspiration to all who cross his path.

As the winds of change sweep through the dwarven realms, Gimurt Lutgehr stands as a bridge between domains, a protector of knowledge, and a living testament to the unwavering spirit of the dwarven people. In his unassuming presence, one can find a wealth of wisdom, a steadfast ally, and a guardian of the secrets that bind the realms together.

Viva Las Vegobbo: A Rising Star in Upperthorn

By Lyrina Starwatcher, Correspondent of the Upperthorn

In the realm of Upperthorn, a new name is emerging on the horizon, one that has the potential to leave a lasting mark on the domain’s history. Viva Las Vegobbo, affectionately known as VLVG by those who are close to him, has recently achieved the remarkable feat of being promoted to the esteemed position of an official agent of Upperthorn.

The journey of VLVG is a captivating tale that originates in the vibrant heart of the Southwood, home to the spirited Bignose Goblins. Known for their love of dance, music, and their unique deity “Goblelvis,” these goblins have made their presence felt, albeit sometimes disruptively, in the nearby regions. Among their ranks, VLVG began his adventures, and his skills as an apprentice ranger quickly became apparent.

Venturing forth alongside the legendary lizardfolk ranger Artvirous on multiple occasions, Viva Las Vegobbo displayed a remarkable affinity for the wilderness and an acute understanding of the natural world. This aptitude did not go unnoticed, as it paved the way for his recent promotion to serve as an official agent of the Upperthorn domain.

Now stationed at the southernmost boundaries of Upperthorn, VLVG finds himself amidst the former kobold lair known as Sootscale Caverns. This location has evolved into a critical military outpost and a thriving silver mining operation under the watchful eye of Upperthorn’s leadership. Here, Viva Las Vegobbo serves shoulder-to-shoulder with the respected skirmisher regiment known as Lia’s Lions, a testament to his dedication and capability.

Yet, while VLVG embarks on this new chapter in his life, questions linger in the air. Will his loyalty to Artvirous remain unwavering in the face of his new responsibilities as an agent of Upperthorn? The realm of Upperthorn and Viva Las Vegobbo’s birth-tribe, the Bignose Goblins, have found themselves on a collision course as conflicts in the Southwood escalate. As VLVG navigates these challenging waters, his choices may not only shape his destiny but also have far-reaching consequences for the realm he has pledged to serve.

As we watch the ascent of this rising star in Upperthorn, only time will unveil the choices, loyalties, and adventures that lie ahead for Viva Las Vegobbo, the apprentice ranger turned agent of the realm.

Navigating the Greypeak Mountains: A Tale of Treacherous Passes

By Darian Stonecleave, Cartographer and Traveler

The Greypeak Mountains, an imposing natural barrier stretching for hundreds of miles, stand as a formidable obstacle between the various regions of Faerûn. These majestic peaks divide the Savage Frontier to the north and northwest, the Backlands to the south, and the unforgiving desert of Anauroch to the east. While their breathtaking beauty is undeniable, it is the treacherous mountain passes that have captured the attention of adventurers, traders, and historians alike.

In this article, we will delve into the known mountain passes of the Greypeak range, each with its unique challenges and tales of peril.

1. The High Gap:
Located to the north of the Delimbyr Valley above Shining Falls, the High Gap (known as Horindon Lhar to the long-fallen dwarves of Ammarindar) is one of the primary routes through the Greypeak Mountains. This pass offers a direct path from the Savage Frontier and northern High Forest into the heart of the Lonely Moor near northern Anauroch. However, travelers should beware; the High Gap is not for the faint of heart. Its narrow, winding trails are prone to avalanches, and the frigid winds can make even the most seasoned adventurers shiver. Yet, it remains a critical conduit for trade and travel, connecting the rugged northern lands to the realms beyond.

2. The Dawn Pass:
Nestled between the towns of Llorkh and Parnast, the Dawn Pass has a rich history tied to the Zhentarim. Once firmly controlled by these enigmatic figures, it served as a vital trade route linking their Moonsea stronghold with the lucrative trade routes of the north. However, the Zhentarim’s grip on the pass has weakened, turning it into a perilous journey. Ancient dwarven ruins, restless undead, and formidable monsters now populate the route. Travelers should exercise caution and be prepared for the unexpected when braving the Dawn Pass.

3. The Bleached Bone Pass:
While the Dawn Pass has seen its share of turmoil, the Bleached Bone Pass remains a mystery. Located somewhere in the southern Greypeaks, this pass is a potential trade route that could connect New Ammarindar, the nascent dwarven domain, to the east. However, its precise location has been lost to the annals of time. The rediscovery of the Bleached Bone Pass promises not only dangers but also untapped opportunities for those who dare to venture forth.

As the seasons change and adventurers set forth, the Greypeaks stand as a silent guardian, holding the secrets of the passes close to their majestic heart.

Rising Threat: Bignose Goblin Raids Plague Peaceful Perfection

By Elara Swiftbrook, Correspondent of Perfection

The picturesque village of Perfection, nestled in the heart of tranquil plains in the Grayvale, has been marred by an unsettling escalation of violence and chaos in recent times. The culprits behind these brazen raids and tumultuous skirmishes are none other than the Bignose Goblins, known for their spirited dance, musical melodies, and the curious worship of a deity they affectionately call “Goblelvis.”

The Bignose Goblins are a unique blend of artistic revelry and fearsome martial prowess. Their penchant for executing cunning ambushes and tactical feints has made them renowned for their wily ways in warfare. The peaceful denizens of Perfection, accustomed to the serene harmony of their village, now find themselves in the throes of adversity as these goblins unleash their raiding parties upon the land.

Jama Nalambar, the artificer who had previously confronted the harpies of the Swordgrass Patch and valiantly battled the undead in the Ammarindar Outpost, assumed a new mantle of responsibility as he took charge of the recently established Heavy Armor Workshop within Perfection. When the call for defense against the marauding Bignose Goblins echoed through the village, it seemed natural for Nalambar to lead the charge against this newfound threat.

However, what should have been a strategic defense turned into a harrowing ordeal, with Nalambar seemingly caught unprepared for the cunning tactics of the Bignoses. Numerous mechanical contraptions, once the pride of his workshop, faltered and malfunctioned due to missing parts, cunningly stolen by the goblin marauders. This unexpected turn of events left many in Perfection disheartened and frustrated.

Among those who witnessed the tactical setbacks was Neighthan, the Feymarked Centaur, who stands as a veteran of previous encounters with the Bignose Goblins. Neighthan, known for his experience and keen understanding of the goblins’ devious methods, was visibly perturbed by what he perceived as poor strategic decisions on Nalambar’s part.

As Perfection grapples with this unsettling surge of violence and the relentless onslaught of the Bignose Goblins, the village finds itself at a crossroads. Can the residents reclaim their peaceful existence, or will they continue to bear the weight of uncertainty and turmoil brought forth by these enigmatic foes? Only time will reveal the ultimate outcome of this ongoing struggle.

The Black Cats: Llorkh’s Unconventional Adventuring Troupe

By Gwenneth Stormbringer

In the bustling town of Llorkh, where shadows cast as long a presence as the sunlight, one adventuring group stands out among the diverse and enigmatic residents—the Black Cats. This unorthodox band of adventurers has earned a reputation for their distinctive personalities, eclectic skills, and the enigmatic aura that surrounds their endeavors.

Arluin Crowsbeak: At the helm of the Black Cats is Arluin Crowsbeak, a charismatic cleric of Cyric who leads a hedonistic lifestyle that often raises eyebrows. Despite his affiliation with the Temple of Cyric in Llorkh, Arluin’s approach to faith is anything but conventional. This grizzled veteran, at the ripe age of fifty, has seen it all and survived countless mercenary campaigns, earning him the respect of his comrades.

Skalla Conchobar: Serving as Arluin’s right-hand is the mysterious wizard Skalla Conchobar, known throughout Llorkh for his mastery of Abjuration spells and a peculiar wand of arcane power. Skalla’s crooked posture is as intriguing as his magical prowess, and his cryptic nature has left many in the town speculating about his past.

Volsi Harbard: The brawny and imposing figure of Volsi Harbard, a member of the Blue Bear Uthgardt barbarian tribe, is a force to be reckoned with. Wielding an enormous axe that legend claims was once the hatchet of a giant, Volsi’s ferocity in battle is matched only by his unwavering loyalty to the Black Cats.

Ogot Blarkill: Half-orc and unwavering devotee of Gruumsh, Ogot Blarkill brings a fearsome presence to the group. His battle prowess and faith in the god of war make him an invaluable asset in the heat of combat, and his connection to the divine realm adds an intriguing dimension to the Black Cats’ dynamic.

Marinda Goldblossom: Completing the ensemble is the enigmatic halfling rogue, Marinda Goldblossom. While little is known about her background, one thing is clear—she has an insatiable love for large gems and a knack for skulking in the shadows to procure them.

Recent exploits of the Black Cats have kept the town of Llorkh abuzz with rumors and tales of daring escapades. Whether it’s delving into the depths of long-forgotten dungeons, negotiating with the town’s shadowy underbelly, or thwarting threats that creep from the darkness, this eclectic group has consistently demonstrated their ability to handle the most challenging and enigmatic tasks.

The Black Cats are living proof that in the multifaceted tapestry of Llorkh, unconventional heroes can rise to the occasion. With their distinct personalities, abilities, and a dash of enigmatic charm, they continue to capture the imagination of the town’s residents and inspire curiosity about their next audacious undertaking.

As the Black Cats prowl through the shadowy streets of Llorkh, their presence serves as a reminder that in a town where secrets run deep, some secrets are best left to the experts.

Mysterious Collapse of Old Miners Warehouse Shrouded in Questions

By Alden Stormrider, Investigative Journalist

In a startling turn of events, the Old Miners Warehouse in Llorkh’s Southclaw neighborhood has collapsed during what appears to be a violent altercation. Eyewitnesses from the vicinity reported hearing a chaotic commotion after nightfall, marked by the sounds of combat, frantic cries, and shouts. This cacophony culminated in the warehouse’s structural failure, resulting in several casualties, including an important member of the Miner’s Cooperative.

Panos, a highly regarded lieutenant within the miners’ guild, tragically lost his life during the incident. Memorial services in his honor are scheduled to take place at the Miners Cooperative Hall, where colleagues and friends will pay their respects to the fallen miner. Panos’ contributions to the guild and his untimely demise have left the mining community in mourning.

The unfolding situation took an intriguing twist with the discovery of a body at the scene that matches the description of a wanted criminal linked to a recent assassination attempt on the Red Wizard Tharidun Mirza. It’s worth noting that Mirza, who was the target of the attack, has remained elusive and unreachable since the incident. Speculation abounds regarding his whereabouts and possible involvement in or knowledge of the warehouse incident.

The Miner’s Cooperative, on the other hand, has provided a contrasting account of events. They claim that their presence at the warehouse was related to potential buyers interested in the property. Panos and others accompanying him were allegedly subjected to an unprovoked attack, although the motives behind this assault remain shrouded in mystery.

As authorities from the Zhent City Guard continue to sift through the debris and evidence, many questions linger. The people of Llorkh are left with an unsettling sense of unease, not only about the collapse of the Old Miners Warehouse but also about the larger context and connections that may be concealed within this enigmatic incident.

Any residents of Llorkh possessing information relevant to the ongoing investigation are urged to contact Sgt. Colin Leeds of the Zhentarim, as their assistance could prove invaluable in unraveling the mysteries surrounding this event.

Rumors Swirl Around the Ruins of Splendarrmornn: Who Lurks Beneath the Greypeaks?

By Orin Stonehammer, Dwarven Lorekeeper

The ancient capital city of Ammarindar, known as Splendarrmornn, was once a beacon of dwarven civilization nestled deep within the subterranean vaults beneath the imposing Greypeak Mountains. Its vast halls and network of tunnels, resembling subterranean roads, bore witness to centuries of dwarven glory and craftsmanship. At its heart lay the central vault, a testament to the dwarven ingenuity that rivaled the grandeur of any surface city.

Yet, the annals of history tell a tale of sorrow and despair for Splendarrmornn. In the year 882 DR, the malevolent forces of Ascalhorn descended upon the North, reducing Ammarindar and its royal city to ruins. The once-impenetrable gates, constructed from shimmering black adamantine, were breached, and the city’s wealth plundered. The demonic Scoured Legion took up residence in the ruins, and their presence was later discovered by the vigilant Harpers in the late 13th or early 14th centuries DR.

Fast forward to the year 1372 DR, and the mysteries of Splendarrmornn grew even more enigmatic. A group of orogs, led by the formidable Ufarskaddun, claimed dominion over the ruins. Encountering a few tanarukk within the royal caverns, they unknowingly triggered a chain of events that has left the fate of the underground city shrouded in darkness. The Scoured Legion’s might, once underestimated, revealed itself, leading to the execution of the abominations.

But what lies beneath the Greypeaks today? Speculation and whispers abound, fueled by the allure of unimaginable treasures and untold horrors hidden within Splendarrmornn’s depths.

The Demonic Legacy: It is believed by some that the demonic presence never truly left Splendarrmornn. Rumors persist of demon-tainted orcs or other fiendish creatures lurking in the darkest corners, safeguarding ancient malevolent artifacts.

The Drow’s Ambition: With the fall of Orlbar and the disruption of the Zhentarim expedition, the drow, ever opportunistic, might have seized the chance to establish their dominion within the underground city. Their affinity for the depths makes them prime candidates for such an endeavor.

Undiscovered Chambers: There could be uncharted sections of Splendarrmornn, still pristine and untouched by the passage of time. In these unexplored realms, the dwarven treasures of old might await discovery by intrepid adventurers.

The Adamantine Enigma: Ammarindar was renowned for its adamantine plate armor, and some believe that caches of this legendary armor still exist. Possessing such relics could tip the balance of power in any underground conflict.

The Enigmatic Entrance: The sole known entrance to Splendarrmornn is concealed near the Shining Falls of the upper Delimbyr River, nestled in the westernmost reaches of the Greypeak Mountains. This entryway, if indeed still accessible, guards the secrets and mysteries that lie beyond.

As the mysteries of Splendarrmornn persist, one thing remains clear: the depths of the Greypeak Mountains conceal secrets that may forever elude the grasp of those who seek them. Whether it be demons, drow, undiscovered chambers, or the fabled adamantine armor, the lure of the ancient city continues to beckon adventurers and treasure hunters to its shadowed halls.

Only time will reveal the truth that lies beneath the veil of darkness, and until then, Splendarrmornn shall remain a tantalizing enigma, waiting to be unraveled by those brave enough to venture into its depths.

The Enchanted Embrace of the Autumn Solstice at the Stone Circle

By Elandra Starwhisper

As the crimson hues of autumn leaves blanket the Grayvale region, there is a place along the western bank of the Thorn River that stirs with the promise of enchantment and celebration. The Stone Circle, steeped in a rich tapestry of history and nature’s grace, stands as a beacon of mystical wonder in the heart of this realm. With the approach of the Autumn Solstice, the Stone Circle has come alive with vibrant preparations for a joyous and magical gathering like no other.

The Stone Circle itself is no stranger to transformation. Constructed by druids of the storm-god Talos, its mystical aura has witnessed a myriad of changes over time. From being the lair of a talking weasel named Gerhardt to a sanctuary for the adventurers of the Thorn River Adventuring Company, its evolution is a testament to the ever-shifting tides of fate.

Notable among its guardians was the druid hierophant Merideth Morgan, whose stewardship saw the Circle bathed in the fiery glow of worship to the fire god Kossuth. Bonfires would blaze each night, lighting the heavens with their fervent devotion. But destiny weaves a complex tapestry, and change was on the horizon.

A few months ago, the charismatic gnome ruler of Upperthorn, Floki Flanfloom, saw fit to allocate additional funds from the treasury to expand and enhance the Circle’s connection to the mystical ley lines. Coinciding with this shift, Merideth embarked on a journey of her own, leaving the Circle in the capable hands of Shrubritney, a youthful treant druid whose reverence for the wood god Silvanus permeates every leaf and branch.

Under Shrubritney’s gentle guidance, the Stone Circle is poised to embrace the Autumn Solstice in a manner befitting the tranquil worship of the natural world. The forthcoming celebration promises a tapestry of enchantment, featuring sacrifices to honor the cycle of life and dance competitions to reflect the rhythms of nature.

One cannot overlook the blessing of sacred liquors, each sip a communion with the earth’s bounty, and the mischievous frolics of the fey from the nearby Southwood, who shall grace the celebration as honored guests.

One of Shrubritney’s passions lies in the art of astrology, and she plans to share her wisdom by conducting fortune-telling based on the star-charts she has carefully derived. As the autumn constellations paint the night sky, attendees can seek guidance and insight into their own destinies.

The Autumn Solstice at the Stone Circle promises to be a celebration that weaves the threads of history, nature, and magic into a harmonious tapestry of enchantment. As the sun dips below the horizon and the stars come alive, those who gather here will bear witness to the timeless embrace of the natural world, guided by Shrubritney’s gentle spirit.

Troll Menace Threatens Chauntean Farmfort: A Test for Lowerthorn’s Defenses

By Elowen Swiftwind, Chronicler of Lowerthorn

In the tranquil landscapes of Lowerthorn, where the fields of Chauntean harvest sway in the gentle breezes, a shadow has fallen upon the Chauntean Farmfort. The idyllic settlement, dedicated to the goddess of the harvest, finds itself under siege from a menace that strikes fear into the hearts of even the bravest souls – vicious trolls.

Captain Broadleaf, entrusted with the solemn duty of defending the Farmfort and its peaceful settlers, has sounded an urgent call for aid. His plea reached the ears of Sir Parrik, the larger-than-life ruler of Lowerthorn, residing in the bustling Fort Heartwood. It is a moment that puts the burgeoning domain to the test, as the trolls threaten to disrupt the harmony and safety that the settlers have cherished.

The Chauntean Farmfort, a symbol of the Church of Chauntea’s enduring faith and dedication to the harvest, officially became a part of Lowerthorn earlier this year. Its integration marked a significant step in the domain’s expansion and commitment to safeguarding its outlying settlements. Now, in the face of relentless troll attacks, Lowerthorn must rise to the challenge and demonstrate its ability to protect its people.

These fearsome trolls are believed to originate from the ruins nestled in the moors northeast of the Farmfort. Their relentless onslaught, combined with the ongoing turmoil caused by marauding bullywugs in the Rough Rapids section of the Thorn River, paints a troubling picture. Settlers, who once reveled in the promise of Lowerthorn’s prosperity under Sir Parrik’s rule, now begin to question whether his legendary hard-partying ways are diverting attention from the vital task of ensuring the common defense.

As the sun sets over the Chauntean fields, uncertainty clouds the hearts of the settlers. They await the response to Captain Broadleaf’s call, hoping that Lowerthorn can muster the strength and unity to repel the troll menace and preserve the tranquility of their beloved Farmfort.

The coming days will reveal whether Lowerthorn can emerge from this trial stronger and more resilient than ever before, or if the shadows of chaos and doubt will continue to loom over this domain of promise.Saturday, September 16th

The Bignose Goblins: Masters of Mischief and Disciples of “Goblelvis”

By Lorna Quickfoot, Scribe and Observer

Nestled in the heart of the upper Southwood lies a tribe of goblins that has earned both infamy and endearment in equal measure. The Bignose goblins, as they are known, have become the stuff of legends for their unparalleled skill in one particular endeavor: thievery. These diminutive tricksters have honed their craft to such a degree that even the most cautious of settlements, such as the nearby village of Perfection and the druidic Stone Circle Site, have fallen victim to their wily ways. While their constant pilfering can be a source of frustration, it’s impossible to deny the mischievous charm that permeates their every caper.

But there’s more to the Bignose goblins than meets the eye. Their true claim to fame, the very heart and soul of their culture, is a deity known as “Goblelvis.” This deity, with his swinging hips, rhinestone-enhanced jumpsuits, and unmistakable hair and sideburns, is the goblin ideal of a folk hero demigod. It’s said that their chieftain even dons a headdress made of sideburns and a pomaded coif, answering affirmative questions with a distinctive lip-curl and a playful “uuhhhuh-huh” sound that mirrors their folk god.

Elvis-inspired ballads echo through their encampments, enchanting both goblins and the occasional outsider with their unique blend of goblin culture and a dash of “The King’s” charisma. Songs like “Love Me Tendriculos,” “Suspicious Mind Flayers,” and “You’re the Chain Devil in Disguise” are just a few examples of the tribe’s creative genius in action.

Despite their penchant for mischief and their peculiar beliefs, the Bignose goblins have managed to establish a fragile peace with the neighboring domain of Upperthorn, led by the green-skinned gnome, Floki Flanfloom. The future for this goblin tribe remains uncertain; whether they will ultimately become a playful addition to the realm or continue to be a thorn in its side is a question that only time will answer.

For now, the Bignose goblins dance to the tunes of their unique folklore god, “Goblelvis,” while keeping the upper Southwood on its toes with their mischievous exploits. Love them or find them exasperating, one thing is certain—the Bignose goblins are a force to be reckoned with and a source of endless fascination.