Echoes of Slaughter

Puffy

Rumours have started to drift amongst the inhabitants of Tilverton and the Moonsea Ride regarding House Braerwinter’s rather grim efforts against the orc hordes that roam the region. It is suggested that the noble house, armed with their formidable fighters and brutal tactics, is gradually reducing the orc numbers, pushing them back from the twisting valleys of Tilverton back to the rugged trees surrounding the fortified encampment. Yet, the ironic twist has not escaped the notice of the Arabellan militia; for every orc that falls to Braerwinter’s weapons, there seems to be a greater influx, as if some dark essence is drawing them forth from the mountains.

Those who profess to have encountered the aftermath speak of a accumulating heap of orcish remains, a rather grim reflection of the ongoing strife. However, with each clash, rather than diminishing, the orc presence appears to grow more fierce, as though some unseen force is giving vitality to their diminishing ranks. They may be fewer in number, yet the remaining brutes are said to exhibit an unsettling newfound strength, as if their rough shapes have been charged with a daunting energy that unsettles even the most valiant of warriors.

Perhaps the most disturbing aspect in these tales is the depiction of the orc's eyes, glowing with an otherworldly blue mist that seems to penetrate even the darkest night. What could be behind this unsettling alteration? Furthermore, the militia speak of peculiar runes, seared into their skin, hinting at some nefarious power, and some bear an even more disquieting mark: a pale handprint, stark against their green flesh, positioned above their heart or upon their face. These handprints are curious indeed, appearing smaller than an orc’s yet larger than a human’s, giving rise to wild conjecture about any dark agreements these creatures might have entered into.

As the tales multiply, so too does the trepidation within the hearts of the populace. If House Braerwinter persists with their ruthless campaign, what monstrous force lurks in the shadows, invigorating the very scourge they strive to vanquish? And what might be the significance of those strange symbols, branding the savage orcs as though they were mere pieces in an ancient and dreadfully game? As the nights lengthen and the howls of orcish bands echo amongst the peaks, it is becoming increasingly apparent that this struggle is far from concluded, and something ominous may be stirring in the depths of the Storm Horns.

Puffy

Whispers are swirling through the taverns and marketplaces of the city, suggesting that House Braerwinter is in high spirits following the recent promotion of Senior Retainer Naida Tyrnea'athem. It’s said that the barracks of Braerwinter are filled with raucous laughter and the clinking of goblets, as retainers and bannermen gather to toast to Naida’s ascension and the House’s flourishing reputation.

Despite the underhanded efforts of the scheming Delzuld to tarnish their influence, it appears that the House's popularity amongst the common folk and their adventurous allies is on the rise. Many are flocking to Braerwinter's banner, inspired not just by Naida’s impressive prowess on the battlefield but also by the House’s commitment to facing the lurking dangers outside the city walls, rather than indulging in the frivolities of the elite social scene.

Some locals are even claiming that a growing number of adventurers have taken a keen interest in aligning themselves with House Braerwinter, eager to lend their blades and bravery to the noble cause. As the festivities carry on, it seems the House's genuine dedication to safeguarding the realm has won over the hearts of many, cementing their position as a beacon of hope in chaotic times.

With every pint raised in celebration of Naida's promotion and the burgeoning support from their retainers, one can’t help but sense that the seed of something monumental is being sown, despite Delzuld’s best efforts to undermine their rivals image. Rumour has it that the House is poised to bolster their ranks even further, readying themselves for whatever trials may lie ahead.