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The Wonder Whistlers
All-hin troupe of whistle and hand-clap musicians. Not a popular form of entertainment in human-dominated Waterdeep but well-received in the Hin and smallfolk community centered around Snail Street, the northernmost stop on their circuit of the Western Heartlands. Their Speaker (contact) is Arrenby Briarbelt "The Hin of a Hundred Whistles," a spry old halfling of still-youthful face, long balding grey hair pulled back into a waist-length braid, and an endless thirst for spirits and ale that will most likely spell his end far sooner than the weight of his passing years.

The Wondrous Wyrms
Also known as the Thundrous Thrasters, the Magnificent Manyscales, and The Wyrms Delight. A well-known troupe of entertainers specializing in costumed beast-mimicry. They work several men together in unison, wearing enormous glittering dragon costumes whose luminous wings wave at every swaying motion and whose glaring eyes roll from side to side. The wealthier clients pay copper-casters to illuminate the eyes, or to bring forth wisps of variously colored smoke from the mouth. They are most often hired for private parties, special festhall events, or for the occasional "historical re-engagement" of some legendary battle at the Field of Triumph. The Speaker (contact) for the Wyrms is the garrulous, merry Brazarim the Magniloquent, although the one responsible managing their finances and for the upkeep and repair of their dress is the venerable, energetic, shrewd-eyed elf Pharlartha and her coterie of bustling, gossiping helpers.

The Woundworker
A name only heard in deepest confidence or darkest tavern corner. Said to lair deep in the bleak, black palace of the Xanathar (where ill-gotten coin flows like water and whispers of every shame and secret in the city above rustle like leaves in the forest). Rumored to be a surgeon of such skill and dark power that he can even excise mortal flaws or bolster the physical frame. It is also whispered that every one of his meticulous additions comes with a removal of something even more precious.

Wulbogh Wonderkettle
(WULL-Boh) Frequent sight at the House of Inspired Hands. Rumored to have been driven out of Scornubel due to unseemly business dealings. Continually tinkering with and seeking investors for his Illuminating Gas (produced from the ground glands of fire beetles and extracted essences of will-o-wisps. Unfortunately such devices, while bright and long-lasting, not only withdraw a considerable amount of breathable air from a dwelling, but fill them with the noxious products of combustion).

Wylynd Moonstar (CG HF [Illuskan] Aris7)
Matriarch of House Moonstar (wife of Helve Moonstar). Sister to Naneatha Suaril, high priestess of Selűne. A quiet, dark-eyed woman. Wylynd is cautious and suspicious in her dealings with others. Her habit of planning and preparing for any contingency has allowed her husband to embark on several risky business ventures that have paid off handsomly, although made her few friends in the process. Widely – and correctly – percieved as the true force behind the Moonstar fortunes. [ Note: An abbreviated version (and the Stats above) can be found in City of Splendors: Waterdeep, p.62. ]

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The Wondrous Wazarra [ Source: Broadcryers of Waterdeep III: Know Thy Sources <archive.wizards.com/default.asp?x=dnd/rl/20031001a>. Name/Description given ]


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The Wonder Whistlers
All-hin troupe of whistle and hand-clap musicians. Not a popular form of entertainment in human-dominated Waterdeep but well-received in the Hin and smallfolk community centered around Snail Street, the northernmost stop on their circuit of the Western Heartlands. Their Speaker (contact) is Arrenby Briarbelt "The Hin of a Hundred Whistles," a spry old halfling of still-youthful face, long balding grey hair pulled back into a waist-length braid, and an endless thirst for spirits and ale that will most likely spell his end far sooner than the weight of his passing years.




Didn't one of these guys specialize in playing the spoons until one day there was some kind of happenstance with a murlynd's spoon that got everyone's knickes in a twist?

Alavairthae, may your skill prevail

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Didn't one of these guys specialize in playing the spoons until one day there was some kind of happenstance with a murlynd's spoon that got everyone's knickes in a twist?

Hey, the Big Folk may not properly appreciate it but porridge wrestling is a sport with a long and storied tradition among the Hin, going all the way back to the gods themselves. Arvoreen doesn't like to talk about it, but all elder Hin scholars know that Sheela Peryroyl won her godhood in fair competition by making him submit in a three-falls bout.

Besides, 'tis better to have a mishap with a Murlynd's Spoon than a Bohemian ear-spoon. That's what my grandpappy always said.


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Didn't one of these guys specialize in playing the spoons until one day there was some kind of happenstance with a murlynd's spoon that got everyone's knickes in a twist?

Hey, the Big Folk may not properly appreciate it but porridge wrestling is a sport with a long and storied tradition among the Hin, going all the way back to the gods themselves. Arvoreen doesn't like to talk about it, but all elder Hin scholars know that Sheela Peryroyl won her godhood in fair competition by making him submit in a three-falls bout.

Besides, 'tis better to have a mishap with a Murlynd's Spoon than a Bohemian ear-spoon. That's what my grandpappy always said.





Arvoreen still says she cheated by wearing a white robe.

Alavairthae, may your skill prevail

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Originally posted by Halfling Nonsense: Their Songs, Folk-Lore, and Other Divers Merriments (Agathorn of Elversult, 1011DR)

Long ago in The Before Times, when Silvanus Oak-Father and Chauntea Wild-Mother were All of Faerûn and Sister Shar and Sister Selûne fought endlessly and noisily in the Heavens above and the sparks from the clashes of their blades came hurtling down to Faerûn below in the form of great mountains of rubble and fiery balls of molten ore and magical chaos beyond compare, the Great Mother Yondalla roused herself from her faraway roaring hearth that Men now foolishly call The Red Star or The Red Hole In The Heavens and she took up with her left hand the young hinling master Arvoreen and with her right she gathered to her the young hinling mistress Cyrrollalee, and she made the long trek to the wild lands of Faerûn with an intent to bring order and peace to those tumultuous lands below. And so the Great Mother Yondalla sat the quarreling sisters Shar and Selûne down at her table and chartered an orderly division of the heavens where light and dark would both coexist, and so the Great Mother spoke the truths of farm and field to the Wild-Mother who already yearned for them and took her by the hand and led her out of the wilds of Silvanus, and urged her to cast her blanket down upon the fields and furrows of civilization.

And thus Faerûn was brought to order, and the farms and fields were opened for those of the Hin race, and the Great Mother Yondalla made ready to return to her neglected faraway hearth. To her daughter and right hand Cyrrollalee she gave her greatest trust and duty, that of guardianship of the home and the hearth of every Hin from that day forward; and to her unruly son Arvoreen she entrusted her sword and shield and bade him to watch over and protect his sister and all those who made their home under his sisters' watchful eye.

And endless years passed as such and the Hinfolk grew fat and prosperous under the honest guidance of Cyrrollalee and the watchful sword of Arvoreen. But in time the unruly son of Yondalla grew bored and his sword thirsted more for adventure than guard duty, and Arvoreen began to cast longing gazes towards the dark eaves of the Forest of Silvanus and his imagination grew large with the thoughts of what adventure might be found there, more exciting than the old tricks of Reynard the Fox or the prowlings of Farkus the Wolf, to be sure! And so one fated day the younger child of Yondalla waited until his sister was busy with her teachings of the little hinlings and he gathered up the sword and the shield of his mother and his silver helmet that the goddess Selûne had made for him, and he snuck off towards the Forest of Silvanus and the thrills that were surely awaiting his swordarm within.

But the Forest was not like the orderly fields that he knew, and was full of tangled roots to climb under and rocks to scramble over, and nasty scratchy brambles that ripped and tore with every movement, and before long Arvoreen grew tired and hot from his exertions, and he sat beside a forest stream and took off the silver helmet that he had been given by Selûne to cool himself off. And once his silver helmet was off he heard the most irritating spritely laughter jeering him for being so clumsy and slow, and this mocking voice caused him to anger and show his blade, and demand that his enemy show themself unto him! And in response to his challenge the boulders moved under his feet causing him to stumble, and the roots wrapped themselves around him grasping him tightly, and the thorn brambles whipped him about the face, leaving nasty red welts. And just when he thought his humiliation was most complete there stepped from the trees a little lightfooted Hin miss, clad only in forest leaves and ivy, and her laughter was the same as that of his unseen tormentor! Well, at this Arvoreen's rage grew great and he struggled mightily against his bonds, but to no avail. And his struggle and his rage grew and his temperment was dark indeed, so much so that Loathsome Shar and Atrocious Garagos began to whisper dark thoughts into his ears from their far away lairs.

But before their words could cause him to fall from the path his mother Yondalla had set him on, the forest lightened and his bonds loosened, and the cool breezes of the wind through the leaves soothed him, for there before him stood the great eminence of Silvanus Oak-Father, and from under his royal cloak and verdant beard peeked the little Hin who had driven him to such distraction. The great Oak-Father explained to Arvoreen that when Yondalla had come to the Forest to take Chauntea to the Fields of Men and Hin she left in her place a Hin child to learn of the ways of the Forest and the Wilds, and that now it was time for this Hin child, this Sheela Peryroyal, to reunite with her kin and take her place among them.

Well, Arvoreen was still quite hot under the collar and in no mood to hear of this third child of Yondalla, and so he stepped forth and proclaimed that he would not accept this Sheela Peryroyal as kin unless she proved herself to him in fair challenge and fair combat, and in proper Hin fashion! And to this Sheela and Silvanus agreed, for such is the way of things in the Forest, as well. And so brash Arvoreen eagerly put forth a challenge that he knew he would win, that of the ancient Hin rite of porridge-wrestling, descended long ago from the challenge of Master Brandobaris against the Great Ogre Vaprak, a competition in which he had never before been defeated. And Sheela quickly agreed, for she knew that Hin porridge was no comparison to the muck and swamps of the Forest, and she was certain that even the greatest Hin defender could not be as wild or as vicious as the beasts that laired under the dark eaves of the Forest, all of which she had bested before.

And so Arvoreen and Sheela returned to the fields and folds of the halflings, and though his sister Cyrrollalee was quite mad at him for abandoning his duties to go adventuring in the Forest she understood the nature of his challenge, and welcomed Sheela to her home, and busied herself in making the preparations for their bout. And soon the day of competition dawned, and the two combatants entered the porridge-pool, and with all of Halfling-dom watching Sheela skipped over the porridge as lightly as she did the muck and swamps of the Forest, and she fought as cleverly as she did against the beasts that laired under the dark eaves of the Forest, and she pinned Arvoreen and made him submit in both bouts, and then she did the same a third time on his request, and no more need be said about that, except that at the conclusion of the third bout Arvoreen stepped forward and accepted his defeat and took his opponent by the hand and welcomed her as a member of the Hin clan, just as his mother Yondalla had requested.

And that is how Sheela Peryroyl was accepted into the Hin pantheon, and that is how Arvoreen learned to take his duties of guardianship and protection seriously and to never grow bored or wander, and that is why to this day all Hin cast a wary eye towards the Forest from the comfort of their homes and hearths, for one never knows what dangerous things are out there, lying await under those darksome eaves.




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That is a WONDERFUL story goodsir. I thoroughly enjoyed it. That being said, I'm reporting Silvanus to the authorities for keeping a halfling child under his beard. Fortunately for him, I don't think the authorities have a chance of ever catching him.

Alavairthae, may your skill prevail

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Posted - 10 Jan 2021 :  01:33:54  Show Profile Send AJA a Private Message  Reply with Quote
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Originally posted by sleyvas

That is a WONDERFUL story goodsir. I thoroughly enjoyed it.



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That being said, I'm reporting Silvanus to the authorities for keeping a halfling child under his beard. Fortunately for him, I don't think the authorities have a chance of ever catching him.

"That's not Old Man Silvanus! That's a half dozen gnomes kobolds halflings piled up under those robes!"
"And we would have gotten away with it if it weren't for you meddling adventurers!"
"Jinkies!"
"Come on, Scooberminster, let's get some Luiren Spring Cheese snacks!"
[ canned laughter, cut to credits ]

quote:
Originally posted by IMDB (Cast overview, first billed only:)

Fred: Laeral Silverhand
Daphne: Dove Silverhand
Velma: Khelben "Blackstaff"
Shaggy: Volothamp Geddarm
Scooby-Doo: Elminster
Old Man Silvanus: Casey Kasem

Scrappy-Doo: Vangerdahast




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Whillan "Tallfellow"
Sweet Whil. Called so for his genial disposition. Dubbed "Tallfellow" not because he comes from that statuesque Hin clan, but because his father was human, and he looms larger than his fellows as a result (full dwarf height, 'e is!). His surname is Dapplebrown, but he usually defaults to one or both of his epithets. Stands slightly hunched, the result of long years of trying to fit in better with his normal-sized kin. Has a large wingspan and large hands, which are surprisingly delicate when crafting lavish cakes stuffed full of apple and plum and flamefruit. Confections are his true passion and he apprentices under Gilded Garshnee, the famous "hearthmaster" (hire-chef), but every wild-moon ('blue moon') he feels the overwhelming itch for adventure and stonedelve, and can be found lurking at the Dripping Dagger or the Yawning Portal, available for hire. He is skilled with sling and club and has killed before, both human and goblinkin, and has some talent at spotting hidden crevice and device.

The Whistling Ghosts
Phantasmal haunting or spectral apparition, Dock Ward. Relatively common spirits found along the lengths of the city docks. Formerly known as Howling Ghosts, Sea Screamers and Voices of the Drowned. Commonly believed to be the spirits of sailors battered and drowned in terrible sea squalls, who found their way back to port with the fury of the storms still a-howling through them. Ever since the invasion of sea creatures in 1369DR their groans have been noticeably quieted and, while their sea-smell remains strong as ever they now barely register noise louder than the creak of caravel timbers or the drumming of driving rain on sailcloth. Nobody seems to know why this is, but the sailhands trying to sleep in their dockside berths certainly appreciate it.

Wimeg
Former envoy (ambassador) of Mirabar to the Lord's Alliance. Died of sleeping sickness in 1364DR, and replaced in office by the dwarf Mithril "Ebonhand" Deepshield. [ Source: SSI Official AD&D Computer Product Treasures of the Savage Frontier. Name/Occupation given. Additional detail by me. ]

Wincling the Fighter
(WIN-sling) Local strongarm (hiresword). Willing to stonedelve. Average height, average build. Dark of hair and facial scruff. Insists that he be referred to by his name and his (self-given) title at all times. Becomes argumentative and combative if called "man-at-arms," "henchman," or "hireling." Carries lantern, shortsword, polearm (bec-de-corbin), 20' of coiled rope and a 10' pole.

Winewise
Cutpurse, leg-breaker and information broker. Haunts the tankard houses and alleys of Trades and Dock Wards. Variously described as "wretch," "brute," and "swindling blackguard." An agent of the High Captains of Luskan.

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Widow Silvermane [ Source: The novel Tymora's Luck. Name/Description given ]

The Widow Trees [ A 05/26/04 posting to the Candlekeep.com message boards by Steven Schend. Name/Description given ]

Wildflowers [ Source: Ed Greenwood's Spin-a-Yarn 2009: Night of the Dread Pudding. Name/Description given ]


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Posted - 10 Jan 2021 :  14:43:09  Show Profile Send sleyvas a Private Message  Reply with Quote
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quote:
Originally posted by sleyvas

That is a WONDERFUL story goodsir. I thoroughly enjoyed it.



quote:
Originally posted by sleyvas

That being said, I'm reporting Silvanus to the authorities for keeping a halfling child under his beard. Fortunately for him, I don't think the authorities have a chance of ever catching him.

"That's not Old Man Silvanus! That's a half dozen gnomes kobolds halflings piled up under those robes!"
"And we would have gotten away with it if it weren't for you meddling adventurers!"
"Jinkies!"
"Come on, Scooberminster, let's get some Luiren Spring Cheese snacks!"
[ canned laughter, cut to credits ]

quote:
Originally posted by IMDB (Cast overview, first billed only:)

Fred: Laeral Silverhand
Daphne: Dove Silverhand
Velma: Khelben "Blackstaff"
Shaggy: Volothamp Geddarm
Scooby-Doo: Elminster
Old Man Silvanus: Casey Kasem

Scrappy-Doo: Vangerdahast







I was so overjoyed to hear that they honored Casey Kasem by allowing him to do a new role in this Eternal Epic Drama. Also, the change of having Fred and Velma both in transition (especially with Fred still wearing the ascot scarf) was definitely a modern day twist. The casting director is to be commended.

That being said, they need to quit feeding "Scooby" so many Luiren Spring Cheese snacks, because when Elminster accidentally "let one loose" in the first act, the whole first row had to clear out. He did however play his role perfectly like any dog and absolutely acted as if he hadn't even noticed that he did it.

Alavairthae, may your skill prevail

Phillip aka Sleyvas

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The Whistling Ghosts
Phantasmal haunting or spectral apparition, Dock Ward. Relatively common spirits found along the lengths of the city docks. Formerly known as Howling Ghosts, Sea Screamers and Voices of the Drowned. Commonly believed to be the spirits of sailors battered and drowned in terrible sea squalls, who found their way back to port with the fury of the storms still a-howling through them. Ever since the invasion of sea creatures in 1369DR their groans have been noticeably quieted and, while their sea-smell remains strong as ever they now barely register noise louder than the creak of caravel timbers or the drumming of driving rain on sailcloth. Nobody seems to know why this is, but the sailhands trying to sleep in their dockside berths certainly appreciate it.




There are rumors that Delvar Roaringhorn, an elderly bard and member of the order of the Knights of the Unicorn, was traversing the docks with his equally elderly sweet love, Barbara Washington, on the first night of the invasion by sahuagin. Delvar gave his all that night so that his wife could escape with her life. It is rumored that his oddly named lover and Delvar had been a part of the original founding members of the Knights of the Unicorn, and that the touch of Lurue's horn had returned them to their youth and even slowed their aging. Still, despite decades, the two never fell out of love with one another. Its said that Barbara, a cocoa complexioned woman who claimed to have come from another world stricken by fights over race, worries of "the Commies", and gripped in the midst of a losing war known as "Vietnam", had somehow dreamed herself into the realms using the "voodoo" magics of her grandmother from a place known as N'Awlins. Its also said that she is the secret behind many of Delvar's strange songs, and she is known to be one of the strangest necromancers in Waterdeep for her disgust in the abusing of the dead (there are those who call her a spirit shaman rather than necromancer).

On the anniversary of the invasion every year, the entire Roaringhorn family is known to make a "second line" progression from the City of the Dead after the hours of midnight which makes its way down to the docks. Those who have seen this strange progression note it to seemingly contain numerous ghostly spirits of musicians who follow Barbara, who leads the march while carrying a silken rainshade decorated with gaudy trinkets. Once they make it to the docks, its said that her dead husband and the Whistling Ghosts appear, whereupon he and they serenade her with a song from her home world called "Under the Boardwalk". On more than one occasion, a hippocampus with a twisted unicorn like horn has been seen to appear in the waters of the docks, whereupon as she passes the many merfolk that come to listen to the music are seen to gain human legs, and many humans that go to the water's edge and reach out are seen to gain a fish's tail. Though these effects are said to wear off, there are rumors that some individuals have gained these effects permanently, so that the two worlds might meet and understand each other better.

But then, I did hear this story from Volo, and we all know how he is.

Alavairthae, may your skill prevail

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Thellae "Little Mouse"
Diminutive sneak-thief. Non-descript appearance, extremely agile and acrobatic. Has a particular talent for gaining access to the upper-floor windows of tallhouses. A member of the Headsmen street gang.

Theréndriel
Elven cavalier. Broad shoulders, slender, athletic frame. Long straight silver hair. High cheekbones, full lips, strong chin. Favors longsword and lance, rides Eskeliel, a large dapple-gray charger. Leader of The Moon-Bright Company, a small mercenary force of moon-elves and half-elves faithful to the Bright Lady, Sehanine Moonbow. The Company is most active in escorting bands of elves on Retreat to the Sword Coast ports that will take them to the Evermeet, but they also occasionally hire themselves out to human realms that seek to keep the trade routes clear of monsters or brigands or overambitious rivals (as they did for Waterdeep, in the war against the devils of Dragonspear). In true elven fashion they are equally proficient with bladed weapons and bows, and they count a handful of mid-level spellcasters among their ranks.

Theryn Goodstaff
A native of Alaron in the Moonshaes. An outgoing, affable man with wild reddish hair and moustache. Proprietor of Theryn's Tankard, an alehouse popular with the Moonshaen community in South Ward (Olaim's Cut, South Ward. Sign of the Bear-and-Tankard – not the Two Black Tankards of Tömaunt's Merry-House, further down the street. Good variety of Moonshaen brews, small foodlist offering only salted silverfin, Snowdown beef roundels [beef olives], skewers of seared scallops and bread-trenchers of mutton stew). Theryn is a talented herbalist but a staunch opponent of the Guild of Apothecaries and Physicians, and as a result has had to pay more than one street urchin to keep watch on the rough plot he maintains on the lower slopes of Mount Waterdeep, where he grows feverfew (headaches), blue-weed (chicory; gallstones and sinus), and sweet-horn (the 'old charm' of many a halfling drinking song), whose tinctures and remedies he also eagerly offers to customers).

Tychander (NG HM F9)
Ward Civilar, Dock Ward (1369DR - present). A native of Turmish. Promoted after the previous Ward Civilar, Mane Avarast, died during the Battle of Waterdeep Harbor. After an unfullfilling stint as a caravan guard, the down-on-his-luck Turmite joined the Watch as a means of paying the rent on his lodgings. He soon found that he enjoyed the responsibilities given to him and the comradeship of his fellow guardsmen, and rose swiftly through the ranks. As an armar (sergeant), his rallying actions during the invasion of sea creatures served to prevent a total rout and contained much of the fighting to the lower reaches of the Ward. They also resulted in his elevation as the youngest officer to ever hold the position of Ward Civilar. Wears The Coquelicot Mail of Phalorm and carries The Forceful Horn of Akadi, the traditional symbols of the office.

Tymaera Thaeve (CN HF F/T)
Master (captain) of the Brazen Maiden, a freebooter that plys the Sea of Swords from Waterdeep to Baldur's Gate. Much like her half-sister, the deceased adventuress Tcharess Brandeth, Tymaea is a free-spirited, hard-drinking, impulsive woman who finds inspiration in two things; the freedom of the open sea and the exhilaration of one-on-one combat. She will often challenge opponents to high-stakes "honor duels." It is rumored that her defeat of the feared minotaur pirate "Black" Blaen-Tauros in just such a contest led to her gaining control of not only the Maiden, but its' entire crew and cargo of valuable southern spices.


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