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The Daily Trumpet
SUPREME IN SALE AND INFLUENCE THROUGHOUT THE CITY OF SPLENDOUR.
Arctic cold snap.
Extreme cold, ice,
windy. Likely to clear
by
afternoon.
tomorrow
No. 120.971. | Established 1160 DR. | SECOND DAY OF THE THIRD TENDAY, 22 NIGHTAL, 1491 DR. PRICE ONE SHARD.

FLYING SNAKE CRIME RUMOUR MILL.

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
THREATENS
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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
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
SEEN IN
SEA WARD.
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Black, Green, Nasty.
P Mead Robbery.
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!”
known for courtesans,
soothsayers, and dabblers in
minor magics. The Watch
confirms several licenses for
enspelled pets and guardian
beasts are 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
REPORTS.
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
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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.
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— The Lord of Lies returns!
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