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It is the Moot the 4th, in the first week of Symswald, the 4th month of the year. It has been a bitter winter but things are finally starting to warm up and the town and countryside are alive with the tinkle of snowmelt. Prigwort is emerging from its winter slumber and there is a sense of excitement in the air as next week, on the feast of St. Thorm, will be the Annual Vinterøl Festival, where all the brew houses of Prigwort showcase their winter brewing projects. There will be a parade, feasting, and much merriment. Young women are already decorating the town with the traditional pine bough bunches decorated with the first of the spring flowers.
Note: All party members are currently in very temporary lodgings, paid up until the end of the week (which is 4 days from now). Otherwise you have the coin in your purses. If someone wants to make different arrangements, probably based on backstory, let me know and we'll hash it out before we start.
Your elegant letters are delivered by urbane men and women in red and blue livery. They knock politely at the door and then wait, again politely, but keep knocking until you answer. Each addresses you by your full name and finishes by saying "with Mssr. Krup's compliments, whatever you decide". The address on Squire Tunnock's letter reads Under the Large Hedge, Prigwort.
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- Over the winter there were rumours swirling around Prigwort of fell crookhorns to the north and raids on isolated farms and merchant caravans. So far these remain just rumours.
- There has been friction lately between House Oberon and House Pilston about legal matters pertaining to beer (a disagreement about interpretations of the Groanheitsgebot Beer Purity Laws of 952).
- Father Penglum, a Cleric of the Order of St. Faxis, has recently arrived in Prigwort and has been giving fiery sermons about rooting out demons and secret devil worshipers. So far he doesn't seem to have swayed many of the townsfolk, but he is a powerful speaker. He is also a cousin of the Elevated Smyde Humblebuff, Brewmaster of House Pilston.
- Captain Simwise Hogwash of the Watch has spent the winter fruitlessly harrying AX and his Bounders, a local group of vigilante ruffians. So far no charges have been laid and Hogwash is furious. He is publicly calling for official sanctions, although yet to no effect.
Note: All party members are currently in very temporary lodgings, paid up until the end of the week (which is 4 days from now). Otherwise you have the coin in your purses. If someone wants to make different arrangements, probably based on backstory, let me know and we'll hash it out before we start.
Your elegant letters are delivered by urbane men and women in red and blue livery. They knock politely at the door and then wait, again politely, but keep knocking until you answer. Each addresses you by your full name and finishes by saying "with Mssr. Krup's compliments, whatever you decide". The address on Squire Tunnock's letter reads Under the Large Hedge, Prigwort.
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