A hidden broadsheet for those who know where to look: one part tavern whisper, one part arcane surveillance, one part frontier record. Its pages turn when Phandalin sleeps, reflecting dragon-shadow, blood on inn floors, woodland omens, and the six names now spoken whenever trouble survives long enough to become news.
Witnesses near Umbrage Hill report a pale shape breaking through cloud and cold. The company returned frost-burned but alive.
Authorities remain calm in the way only locked doors can be calm. Travelers are advised to watch both road and sky.
Arcane circulation onlyOrb whisper: The stars above Phandalin have begun arranging themselves into old names and bad omens.
Side mirrors may be called forward. The centered glass may be opened. The brief reflection below shows only the first shimmer; the sealed account waits beyond the glass.
The frost-glass gives only the nearest truth: Cryovain is no tavern invention. Witnesses near Umbrage Hill describe pale wings cutting through cloud, sudden cold on a fair day, and travelers returning with cloaks stiffened by ice.
The full account names the places fear has touched, the testimony gathered at Stonehill Inn, and the reason every road now begins with a glance toward the sky.
Confirmed by frost-burned cloth and frightened tonguesThe iron mirror opens on blood scrubbed too quickly from an inn floor. Armed strangers came to Phandalin looking for Noctara alive, and the coin behind their courage points farther than any local grudge.
The full account follows the attack, the question of who paid for it, and the shadow of a hidden city now pressing against the town’s warmest room.
Heard under ale, fear, and red waxBronze light catches on Umbrage Hill, where Adabra Gwynn remains stubbornly at her windmill and a manticore’s threat has at last been ended. Even victory there feels uneasy beneath dragon-shadow.
The full account gathers hill gossip, healer stubbornness, and the strange collision of winged threats that made the windmill a mark on every nervous map.
Seen from the hill and repeated at the innThe brass glass stutters between invention and alarm. In Gnomengarde, royal fear, hidden teeth, and impossible machinery produced a report that no sober scribe would call tidy.
The full account separates celebration from panic, stone from hunger, and the official cheer from the shapechanging thing that caused it all.
Approved by no device currently smokingThe thorn-glass darkens along the roads near Neverwinter Wood. Travelers speak of watched paths, uneasy horses, and branches that seem to lean closer when names are spoken aloud.
The full account follows the logger roads, the warning signs near the trees, and the sense that the forest now holds intention rather than mere wilderness.
Read in root-shadow and hoof-restlessnessAmber glass shows a trail taken before breakfast: one fleeing bounty hunter, one wolf at the edge of the path, and Zariel bringing the living answer back to Stonehill Inn.
The full account tells how she followed the violence, found the escapee, and entered the company’s story with a prisoner instead of a rumor.
Confirmed by dawn, mud, and a breathing captiveThe Orb keeps public dossiers on the company whose names now travel faster than any cart leaving Phandalin.
A towering survivor with greataxe, storm-rage, and a mimic tongue trophy. When Vimak returns battered and standing, Phandalin pays attention.
A central member of the company and a necessary name in every serious account of the party’s work across the frontier.
Sharp-eyed, difficult to surprise, and already credited with spotting trouble before an orc ambush fully closed.
Marked by druidic power, complicated guilt, and the wild shape of something fierce when danger presses too close.
The subject of a dangerous bounty and the center of a hidden-city thread that points beyond normal Phandalin trouble.
Zariel entered the company’s story by tracking the escaped bounty hunter and bringing him back alive.
The Orb’s star-map is tuned to signs travelers actually fear: cold wind, moving shadows, old names, and roads that suddenly feel observed.
A sealed record of trouble survived, names repeated, and consequences still walking the roads around Phandalin.
A new company arrives, takes work from the job board, gathers supplies, and steps onto roads already darkened by rumor.
The company aids Dazlyn and Norbus, survives temple dangers, and faces an orc attack soon after.
Adabra’s windmill becomes the stage for a collision of threats: manticore, dragon-shadow, and frontier panic.
Royal fear gives way to celebration after the shapechanging predator is discovered and destroyed.
The attack reveals that Noctara is being hunted alive, and the name of a hidden city begins to matter.
Zariel follows the trail from the ambush, captures the fleeing hunter, and enters the company’s story.
The Orb keeps separate panes for the company, townsfolk, rulers, watchers, and names spoken only after the last cup is emptied.
Provider of beds, meals, rumors, and increasingly serious window security.
Local authority under pressure as danger follows roads, reports, and reward notices.
Still at the windmill despite every reasonable argument against remaining there.
Survivors of excavation trouble, temple danger, and the sort of luck dwarves brag about later.
Royal gnomes whose halls survived mimic panic and strange machinery alike.
A quiet local power taking a sharper interest in Noctara and the bounty hunter affair.
A secretive wizard tied to Bluewatch Tower and old Vaeloran defenses.
A name at the edge of Noctara’s story, Vael Turog’s politics, and darker ambitions.
An ancient green hag whose bargains may shape dangers the town has not yet named.
The public board gathers warnings, pleas, and half-official rumors before anyone powerful admits they are real.
Any party leaving town should keep cover within sight when possible. Sudden cold wind may precede dragon-sign.
Townmaster’s Hall copyAfter recent violence, additional locks and watchful eyes are being added. Guests are asked not to make clever jokes about it.
Posted by the innAnyone with knowledge of strangers asking after Noctara should report suspicious offers of coin.
Copied by local handCarts, horses, loggers, and hired guards should avoid traveling alone near Neverwinter Wood until further notice.
Frontier advisoryDazlyn and Norbus survived the excavation incident. Anyone claiming the ruins are harmless is invited to go first.
Heard at the innDragon, orc, woodland cult, strange lights, bounty agents, and unusual magical reports may be submitted for review.
Arcane notice