Rumor is that a farmstead in the Gold Coast has recently been taken over by a tribe of goblins.
Word is that this event occurred not long after a pair of goblins disrupted a barn party before being subsequently put down by a few of the party's attendees. Perhaps this take over is a retaliation or perhaps the first conflict spurred an ambitious uprising among the goblins' tribe. Regardless the intent to change the Gold Coast into a 'Goblin Coast' has been openly proclaimed by the creatures, who chant and dance around a freshly made Goblin Totem Staff at night.
The tribe's behavior has proven erratic and aggressive; having converted the barn into some sort of misshapened fortress. Wooden spikes, fortifications made from salvage, and a few jury rigged traps are only some of their handiwork. No doubt they will use this place to attack other nearby farms and settlements.
An effort to retake the farmstead and defeat the goblin threat is being assembled on the tenth day of Sun's Dusk in Kvatch after the city's Market Circle event. Any volunteers, mercenaries, or adventurers looking to make a name for themselves are welcomed to join.
Though despite the threat being mere goblins, these creatures should not be underestimated.
This event will take place on Thursday, November 10th, after the Kvatch Market Circle which begins at 9pm EST. So estimated starting time is a little after 10pm EST. This event will include a mix of freeform fighting, roll dice fighting, and dueling; depending on the participant's individual preference. Certain goblin players will be dedicated to one or more of these styles. For example Goblin Shaman may be engaged through freeform RP, dice rolls, or dueling, Goblin Mystic may only be engaged through dueling, and Goblin Skirmisher may only be open to both free form and dice rolling. Ideally everyone may engage in their preferred method during the event!
This event is open to everyone, just show up at the Kvatch market area beforehand! If anyone would like to play a goblin too, such would be appreciated! Contact @Horizon_Seeker if you would like to be part of the goblin menace.
Residents of the Gold Coast and Skingrad might have noted a small group of people passing through Varen's Wall, eastward, on Fredas. By Sundas, rumors might start trickling to those who have family in Southpoint. Apparently, the town was given a few victuals, furs for warmth and comfort, magical scrolls, and potions for medical use.
Flyers like the one below have been springing up all over Kvatch recently. In and on the tavern, at the castle gates, in the market, on the lampposts in front of the Chapel, and at the entrance to the arena. People who saw the person putting up the posters would describe a white robed and bearded Cyrod.
On the 30th, three men gathered at the gate of Kvatch with a small group of onlookers. One was a guild mage, another a priest, and the last the bearded Cyrod in white robes that had been putting up the flyers yesterday. These three wove a ward over the gate. They, and others said that it would keep the vampires and other abominations out of the city... or perhaps in.
DISCLAIMER: This is not to railroad anybody's character or RP. The ward is passable but it'd sting the vampires and other abominations. Additionally, it can be dispelled.. The goal of this is to foster organic RP, interaction, and a bit of fun. Feel free to get in touch with me, @Fenyth, if you've any questions or want to do something for RP.
Reidents of Kvatch may have noticed a large caravan of goods and people moving past Varen's Wall westward into the Gold Coast. The caravan was headed south from there towards the coast of the region. Flying flags with the crest of House Ravnore, a House native to the Imperial City that was in exile in Reaper's March, those interested would find that the House has moved to their property to the south of Kvatch and are setting up shop. It seems that they are here to stay in the region.
((PM me if you want to get in contact with our guild for RP or @GideonRavnore/@Beltane in game))
According to reports from the Gold Coast, an explosion rocked Kvatch's weekly market faire. A Thalmor representative that was questioning the local townsfolk was at the center of this explosion. Townsfolk claim something within his armour had erupted, obliterating the agent and littering the immediate area with blood and entrails. Only one citizen was injured, having most of his right hand taken by the blast. In the aftermath, Kvatch guards apprehended a suspicious Altmer accused by multiple witnesses.
The Thalmor have been informed of this event and have yet to make an official statement.
House Ravnore, a small but old house of Nibenese scholars, has recently come into a modest sort of prominence among the whispers of Kvatch. Though the Ravnore name has been associated with a shipping company in Kvatch for several years, they have recently established themselves as one of the primary suppliers for the local Kvatch apothecary on top of selling medical supplies to private customers.
It’s also rumored that House Ravnore has recently allied with House Varro and by extension pledged assistance to the vying Emperor Junius Vorenus via supplying his army with apothecary goods and emergency field medicine supplies.
On top of that, a large number of stonemasons were recently hired and worked tirelessly at the house’s keep near Strid River until a dozen gargoyles could be seen perched along the high walls surrounding the somewhat rundown castle.
More recently, Lord Gideon Ravnore, his concubine Olyviana, and ten additional members of their house were present for the wedding between Belisarius Varro and Agrippina Livia in the hills north of Anvil, a sure indication the house is serious about involving itself in the social scene of the Gold Coast.
Pasted in a few key locations about the cities of Anvil and Kvatch would be the following flyer. One would also be posted in the tree that grows in the middle of the road between the two towns, the orcs' trading post, and the artisan camp.
Mallets pounded stakes of wood into the mud. Picks scraped rocks, pebbles scrabbled from shovels and filled up ditches and splashed in water in that sandy land near Anvil where the legion made its camp. Five thousand men. Eight to a tent they camped. Their cooking fires snaked upward into the sky like the tendrils of a brooding demon. The city they surrounded. By the horse-lord they were led, the man who served the would-be Emperor Junius Vorenus.
From the walls of Anvil, the city guards of the governor waited and whispered and watched. They stared into the murk of that cacophonic industry where the purveyors of war sank their teeth into the very face of the world.
Already, the city spoke of the upcoming duel. One that would settle a feud and avoid needless battle. And the men on the wall were grateful for it.