Dale News - 2018

Date	Location	Title
Apr 24 2018	ESGAROTH	Cart Crashing in the Market Square
Apr 25 2018	ESGAROTH	Golden treasure!
May 01 2018	ESGAROTH	Elves in the Dale-Lands
May 02 2018	ESGAROTH	Murder in the Market Square?
May 10 2018	ESGAROTH	Bardur's latest ditty: On suitable snacks
May 10 2018	ESGAROTH	Fishy claims!

Post Title:	Cart Crashing in the Market Square
Author:	Warin
Date posted:	Apr 24 2018
The wind off the lake was heavy today and blew Reen the Basket Seller's stall into a farmwife's veggie cart. Warin traded a fresh caught trout for a smashed pumpkin, gained a new title or two from Brev (like "Bearer of the Leaky Load"), and then wandered off with Rhircyn the old Beggar to find someone who will trade cooking and a night in the stables for their fish and squashed squash.

Post Title:	Golden treasure!
Author:	Brev
Date posted:	Apr 25 2018
What's more, I can tell you what Warin said. Did you hear it? No? As I recall, he said he was emissary to the Eagles and then claimed they'd led him to golden treasure! Or something like that. He definitely said he was the keeper of golden treasure. What gives a layabout like him the right to something like that? Way I see it, someone should force him to confess where it's hid!

Post Title:	Elves in the Dale-Lands
Author:	Rhircyn
Date posted:	May 01 2018
The wandering ex-blacksmith Rhircyn came across a nomadic elven woman by the name of Lauarien this evening. They exchanged few words, though she revealed she still feels a debt to Men. Rhircyn speaks of her to any who will listen, describing a woman in simple traveling clothes, though with patterns of vines and leaves throughout.

Post Title:	Murder in the Market Square?
Author:	Bardur
Date posted:	May 02 2018
The following little ditty has been heard recently round town: Murder in the Market Square Of one who direst deeds did dare: The rain dripped down, the blood ran red, Within the mirk a Man lay dead. A fearful fate - yet fully earned For on his fellow Men he turned: With heavy hand did healer pound And strike her, struggling to the ground. Her stalwart guard, a stubborn shield Stepped in the way and would not yield. Till Watchmen wise, their weapons drawn Brought an end to brainless brawn! Was there really a murder? Or is a little .. ahem, poetic licence involved? Perhaps the perpetrator of these lines needs a little practice in writing verse in the Mannish idiom? Help him if you can! Those wishing to know more about events might do well to seek out the Girion guard ALGER and his lady wife, the mercurial healer AILITH (played by Thorald)

Post Title:	Bardur's latest ditty: On suitable snacks
Author:	Bardur
Date posted:	May 10 2018
"The day was young and bright the sun Sure the signs that spring had sprung. I wandered in the Market Square, Where children offered weeds as wares. There, Lady KARATH took a stroll While trying out a tasty roll And offered up august advice On perfect pastry for the price. Her words were wise, her generous gift Sustained me long, though time ran swift; Yet still I can't comprehend the words I earlier had overheard: "Ain't no weeds! These're fer lunch, Only five pennies the bunch! Lovely eatin', yes they are; Get yer goin' regular!" Still I wonder what that means - Alas, I do not like my greens!

Post Title:	Fishy claims!
Author:	Warin
Date posted:	May 10 2018
Being recently heard around parts of Lake-town: Mean greens if you please Those tickly things make me sneeze If you want taste that is the best Buy from Warin and not the rest His fish is fresh and Eagle-chosen Cleaned and prepped and never frozen Share his catch with one you hold Will twine your hands with bands of gold Serve a man this special prize And you'll surely have his eyes Gift a maid from Warin's stock And you'll be betrothal-locked Some say three betrothals happened just last week after shared meals with Warin's catch. Some say they found a golden ring in their fish stew to propose with. Some say it is all just Warin saying...and never trust anything Warin says...and no that's not a large lake trout wrapped in sack cloth under my arm. Aelina, the pretty serving maid at the Fiery Flagon, seems to have an even greater number of young men crowding into her tables...and they're all ordering fish. Rogard's wife caught him there and to everyone's great amusement he wore his stew home.