The Daily Trumpet
THE WEATHER.
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No. 120.971.
EARLY HARBOUR FREEZE
DOCK WARD
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SHIPPING.
Seers of Master Mariner’s Guild Portend Quick End to Icebound Conditions.
SHORTLY after twelve bells last
night, residents of the coastal wards
reported a sudden chill wind followed
by a sharp staccato of crackling and
snapping sounds from the sea. In the
early morning hours thereafter, the
crackling developed into sudden, loud
crashes resembling the striking of
thunderbolts.
By dawn, the whole of the harbour
was seen to be encased in a thick layer
of ice and temperatures are still quite
brisk. Galleons, caravels, and sloops
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THREATENS
P dabblers in minor magics. The
P enspelled pets and guardian beasts are
alike were firmly fixed in their places,
unable to muster an inch even with
the stiff wind at their tails. The
hardworking men and ladies of the
Guild of Watermen endeavoured
tirelessly through the morning hours
to offload cargo from the derelict
vessels and trek it across the icy
surface of the sea.
The Sea Seers of the Master
Mariner’s Guild stated for the record
that the cause of the sudden cold was
a strong northwesterly wind that
blew in directly from the Sea of
SECOND DAY OF THE THIRD TENDAY, 22 NIGHTAL, 1491 DR.
Moving Ice. The cause of this
unseasonably chill gale is unknown,
but the word about town is that
diviners and other representatives of
the Watchful Order of Magists and
Protectors have already met with the
Blackstaff to ensure that the city is
under no immediate threat of harm.
We asked Captain Hyustus
Staget, officer of the Watch for the
Dock Ward, for any comment, to
which he grunted reassuringly and
walked away. We take to mean that
everything is well and firmly in hand.
FLYING SNAKE
SEEN IN
SEA WARD.
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Black, Green, Nasty.
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CHANSZRA Ahlmhaund, a
wealthy widow of the Street of
Whispers, says she looked out of a
high window at dimmergloam
yestereve, and saw a snake flying
past: “As long as my coach horse!
Black, mottled green -- with eyes like
green flames! Nasty, 'twas, and
looking for someone specific, too, I
swear to the gods!”
The Street of Whispers is known
for courtesans, soothsayers, and
Watch confirms several licenses for
held by area dwellers, but none
describes a wingéd snake.
However, at least two noble
families with nearby mansions,
Estelmer and Zun, have “sarser
licenses” (named for the long-ago
clerk who devised them, and often
called “allcloak licenses” because they
cover all nonprohibited beasts a
property owner may wish to import,
trade in, or keep). They had not
responded to requests for comment
by press time.
Anyone seeing the snake is asked to
alert the Watch.
PRICE ONE SHARD.
CRIME
REPORTS.
Mead Robbery.
The Snobeedle family of the
Snobeedle Orchard and Meadery in
Undercliff reports that several cases
of their finest Snobeedle Vintage
mead have gone missing. Mrs.
Blossom Snobeedle reports a
suspicious-looking male gnome with
painting supplies was seen loudly
ranting about a “missed opportunity
of a lifetime” shortly before the theft
was discovered. Investigation is
ongoing.
Candle Lane Disturbance.
Reported warehouse break-in on
Candle Lane. The Watch has
cordoned off the area and no further
information is available. Witness
claimed to have seen Renaer
Neverember. Witness then vomited
on reporter’s shoes. Witness’s
testimony deemed unreliable.
Jewelry Heist Foiled.
In a follow-up to our previous
report of an incident at the Diamond
Dozen jewelry shop, it has now been
discovered that it was in fact a
planned robbery gone awry, foiled by
a secretive special agent of the Watch.
Young men yearn to be in the shoes
of this unknown debonair rogue.
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Arctic cold snap. Extreme
cold, ice, windy. Likely to
clear by tomorrow
afternoon.
RUMOUR MILL.
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— Mirt “the Moneylender” must be
a Masked Lord of Waterdeep! How
else could he have stayed alive this
long?
— The only Lord that Mirt is hiding
is the one filling his belly.
— Send all the drow back to where
they came from. Waterdeep for the
Waterdhavians, I say, and no
Harper can tell me otherwise.
— The Lord of Lies returns! Despair,
mortals!
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Shoppe and Law Squabble Problem-
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and Fillet Lane in the Dock Ward.
Look for the mauve eye blob prop!
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Thrakkus’s Butchery.
The Freshest Cuts. No Question.
Old Windmill in the Field Ward.