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A couple prostitutes stand on a corner in the slums near Tigan's......
"Did you see that prissy bitch come through the other night?"
"Which one?"
"That little whore who works for the blue-bloods.... who does she think she is?? No ones worth that much... no one."
"Oh yeah, I saw her... had a few words with her too... she better just watch her back."
"Going to cut that pretty little face up if I see her near our turf again."
They laugh to each other and walk away.
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Dawn brought with it a most treasured and unexpected prize this morning to the poor of Vallaki. Laughter erupted through-out the seedy slums as the news spread. For the first time in their lives, the noble’s district and those pea-cock snobs smelled far worse than the most miserable wretch. The bawdy slums district, with its crumbling homes and leaky roofs, smelled like fresh flowers in comparison.
The wind carried the stench of sewer water along the snow covered cobble. Even the Burgomaster up high in the citadel was not spared from the stench.
Fitting it was in the eyes of many. The nobles made a profession out of masking and hiding the fact that they too shit, bleed, piss, and suffer along with the rest of the animals and peasants.
The Gundarakite could not keep from smiling. The image of blue bloods in their fancy attire running mad through the flooded streets, slipping and wallowing in their own shit like swine was poetic justice. Maybe they should dare to hope for better times.
The Blue Water Inn, it was an uncanny sight. Sewer rats were swimming through the front door to feast upon floating dinner food. For the blue bloods, their world had been turned upside down in a flash flood of sewage waste. Ladies, there to show off the latest trends, now stood waist high in sewer water riddled with disease, shit, piss, and other unrecognizable things. Their dumbstruck faces said it all. Tis’ the end of us all!
Laugh as the poor may now, they knew there would be repercussions in days to come. The blue bloods and their Devil Count take nothing more serious than their pocket books. And the bank had been jacked, the vault raided as broken sewer pipes exploded below.
For most in Barovia, they had never set foot once into the bank. From season to season, winter to winter, they barely sustained their families. Laugh as they may now, they knew they would be the ones to pay in the long haul. The boyars would demand more no matter if there was not more to give. But as they laughed amongst each other, there was one form of poverty they would be spared from; the poverty of spirit.
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According to “eye witnesses,” fishermen leaving their homes for the docks early morning this past week came across a most extraordinary sight.
The Burgomaster’s son was bare ass naked atop a donkey riding backwards down Old Svalich Road.
A note that read “Barovia’s Finest” was tied with twine around his chest.
Some suspect that the boy found himself in such an embarrassing predicament due to losing a bet to some friends.
Others claim that he drunk himself dumb over a woman and became nothing more than fun sport for a band of partying hoodlums that happened to stumble upon him in his drunken stupor.
While others believe that the matter is of a more serious nature involving the Gundarakite rebels. Of course, what this rumor implies is in itself alarming to many Barovians. Has the outspoken separatist Ardonk Szerieza hidden rebels within Vallaki? If Szerieza’s reach has grown that long, to be able to pluck a noble son out from under the Burgomaster’s nose, what might be in store for Barovia in the months to come?
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There is no great love between Barovians and Gundarakite, mind you, but there is at least three things that they do have in common; a strong, passionate distrust for outlanders; a crippling fear of magic, “the Devil’s gift,” and of course, dread and repulsion for the wretched caliban. Today, there is a sense of urgency on the weathered cobble streets of Vallaki. A restless hum of a hornets nest buzzes from within the mist; stinging whispers that abruptly fade at the first sight of an outlander. Wary eyes in silent angry faces stare as they pass. Then, as they slowly fade back into the fog, the hive begins to buzz, again.
“Unheard of! Outrageous! Who coul’ even imagine such a thing, let alone go through wit’ it!? A filthy nest of caliban given a truce by the Guard! I did nay believe a word of it, none of us did! How coul’ anyone in their righ’ mind entertain such foolish fancies?! But then I heard it a second time, then a third time, an’ then…..”
The two elderly widows grow quiet, swatting at horseflies as a stubby legged dwarf waddles past. He passes into the morning fog before they resume.
“Nothn’ but evil can com’ from this. Shame! Disgraceful! Naïve foolishness! The Guard aint like they useta’ be, when common sense ruled the day. Wha’ they do! Let an’ outlanda take the reigns of the Guard?!”
Both women shook their heads and clicked their tongues in disapproval and shock.
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Whispered rumours speak of killings over the last several nights, all of the bodies found hideously mutilated on the city streets, often missing several fingers from their hands....
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The children of Vallaki can be heard singing a new song, with all the merriment of children.
"The Finger-man! The finger-man! He won't stop until it's done!
The Finger-man! The finger-man! He'll take your fingers and your thumb!
One...two...three.... and you'll be dead!
The Finger-man will find you in your bed!"
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“Foolish woman. Wha’ good is it to have a Gundar-mule workin’ a tavern’s door, especially given tha’ all of her patrons be outlanders and miscreants. Since when does anyone with a lick of common sense look to a Gundarakite for help? Just a wagon load of trouble if ya’ ask me. And some good it did her. Some good it does the militia too. The Burgomasta’ oughta’ make it a crime to hire Gundar-trash for anythin’ that matters. Sure sure. I’m not against the handful of good and well-behaved Gundarakites from holdin’ down a job an’ providin’ for their families, but a line has ta’ be drawn somewhere damnit. Let ‘em mop the slop, clean the outhouse, dig the graves, scatter the dung, an’ tha’ sort of thing. But when it comes to life or death!” she wagged her crooked finger at her sister-in-law, “or anythin’ important for that matter,” she pointed her shaking finger to the sky, “its only natural tha’ such jobs be filled by Barovians!”
The elderly Barovian women clicked their tongues then laughed cryptically. The Balinoks mountains off in the distance grumbled as thunder announced the presence of spring.
“A Gundar-donkey as a door man at the Lady’s Rest! Ha! Foolishness! Them filthy rebels could be anywhere! I feel for the militia boys, I really do. If it was my boy, I’d box his ears raw for enlisting in the militia in this day an’ age. Aint like it was in the old days. Not even a mink’s lick alike. Fightin’ off them rebels is one thing, and a good thing, honorable too, but when it comes to a witch…an onion witch at that…” the woman paused and shuddered, her flabby wrinkled cheeks jiggling as she licked her dry chapped lips before proceeding upon her soap box.
“Jus’ look at Dragomir’s face now. Such a shame! How’s he gonna get a wife wit’ tha’ bubbly burnt skin? By wha’ I heard, Dragomir was jus’ standin’ mindin’ his own at the Rest, keepin’ an eye on the rabble an’ waiting ‘til dawn, when all of a sudden he erupted in a pyre of flames. They say for a brief moment, tha’ a large shimmering form appeared next to him, reeking of onion, before it vanished inta’ thin air. Poof! Gone! A militia man consumed by flames!”.
Thunder clapped above. The two elderly women paused in silence to look up to the boiling clouds overhead before quietly retreating into her cobble laid home as rain began to fall.
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Dragomir is seen about his patrols, his skin pink and raw as if brand new. He seems very, very irritable, and occasionally bits of old burnt skin still flake off from various places.
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rumors say during the recent heavy wieght fight in the slums the captain of the boyar gaurds, and a vetern fighter. the gaurd captain took several heavy blows to his well defined features, nearly every punch thrown at him was aimed for his head. some people close to the arena say they heard series of whispers before and after the fight.
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Following the Feast Day of Martin Pelkar, Rose clad followers of the Morninglord move through the city at night, making certain the slums are safe and leaving care packages of food which are collected by the poor come morning.
Native Barovians can't help but shake their heads at the Morninglordians, even as they eat the food given to them. Wierd cultists. . .
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Natives woke at dawn to screams issuing thru the slums. Many were to scared to leave their homes even in the light of day. Those that dared to investigate the disturbance watched as a monstrous skeleton lumbered thru the slums killing anyone in its path of destruction. Voices and the sounds of battle were heard soon after. Those that braved to watch spoke of the knight Vasham,several priests of the Morninglord cult and various Outlanders battling this monstrosity. Many ,both native and outlander, was slain in the battle before the horror was destroyed. Afterwards the priests of the Morninglord moved thru the slums offering to heal the injured and to help bury the dead. Still in shock many locals would not even answer their doors. Those that did now wonder if the cultists are really not that bad. Still others wonder what brought the mosnter into the city. More dark Outlander magic perhaps....
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Two fishermen at home idily chat
Did ya here that the guards arrested one of them Boyar fellas?
Eh?.. nay I didn't.. what for?
Heard he killed one of them fey folk
What?! *Spits out some of his drink* Should give him a bloody medal not arrest him
They chat on for awhile longer
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A number of odd chalk drawins have appeard on many of the walls of the houses, oftern new ones going up as soon as the old ones are washed off. Some give rough drawings of a Vardo with a guard puppet on his hand, the others seem to show Jerovich in a bed with Jimmy and Julia. Locals are puzzles by exactly why these are being put and, some simply find them ammusing and other walk past quicky with their heads lowerds so as not to assocaited with them
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Dozens of Gundarakites Families flock from all corners of the Slums and market district, answering the call to Register at the Citadel, fear and confusion in the eyes of most, anger and despair...
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Vallaki awoke to shock and horror this morning.
Neighbors claim that they heard what sounded like a fight in the Bochinsky household. Apparently, Alexandru and Marilena Bochinsky were arguing animatedly about their daughter and recently deceased infant son.
At some point, neighbors claim to have heard Alexandru say, "You killed Nicolai! He is dead because of you!" followed by the screams of a little girl. (most likely their daughter, Anica) Shortly thereafter, there was a loud thud, accompanied by the sobbing of Marilena.
When guards arrived on the scene, they and fellow onlookers saw a grizzly sight. Alexandru lay dead on the floor with several stab wounds on his back, and his wife, Marilena, sat dead in a corner, her throat slashed open, and a bloody knife in her hand.
Anica was found in her room with big bruises on throat, apparently inflicted by Alexandru. For the moment she has been moved to the Morninglordian Shelter.
The rumor mill seems to have decided that little Anica Bochinsky is the (up until now) anonymous little girl that gossipers claim sold her little brother away. So far no one has confirmed or denied this rumor, but most seem to think that Alexandru's last words confirm it.
(see this post http://www.nwnravenloft.com/forum/index.php?topic=8444.0)
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Anica has been moved to the nearby orphanage. Some people question the placement, given that the girl has "allegedly" already caused the death of at least one other child.
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Word spreads quickly throughout the slums of a tragedy in the Slevok household. Guards found the whole small family dead in their house and the stench was said to be horrible as blood was all over the place. Some claim that vroloks came in at night to feast on them or that Pavel, the patriarch, had made some dark deals with demons or witches and had paid the dear price. Or perhaps it was a brutal familial tragedy...there is little room for reason when such a thing befalls a town like Vallaki. And even though disagreeing on the causes, all seem to mourn the young family and bar their doors shut with even more caution that night.
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For the second time in the week, a man was seen entering the derelict hospice tending to mutiple concussions to his face and abdomen. Amongst Vallaki's hardend men, word spreads about the fights taking place in different locations around the city. From the docks to the noble's district, all places seem to be gathering areas for these impromptu challenges. Some say it's for fun, others speak of preparations for the big tournament taking place. The Barovian women frown at their men coming late and reeking of piss ale, blood and sweat. And the men come back beat up, but smiling as they hold their fang pouches in the air to their family.
The fights continue in the dark corners known only to few and all that proves that a gathering took place are the empty whisky bottles and the blood on the floor.
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For the past few days, the grim inhabitants of the slums of Vallaki were more joyful than usual. A few days ago, they awoke to find two local men who had enlisted in the militia lying dead in the streets with two outlander witches standing by them, armed and threatening all who passed. The surviving militiamen came out to help the peasants and told them how the two witches had summoned a dark monster straight out of Iadul to help them in their horrible tasks. It took little more for the peasants to demand justice and to brandish their torches and pitchforks. It took little to no time for a pyre to be built out of firewood and furniture and with the help of the guards, who finally saw reason, the tall witch was thrown into the flames that quickly consumed her dark soul! They could rest safely that night, knowing they had vanquished a dark evil and saved future lives. For once, it felt good to be a Barovian, for once, justice was dealt to the denizens of the dark.
Little is known about the fate of the second witch, some say that she was destroyed when her master's soul was consumed. Others say she fled from Vallaki never to return again. Whatever her fate is, it doesn't seem to tarnish the glorious memories of the peasants who had done the right thing and brought justice to a foul witch that had lived too long.
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Several nights ago three beggars were found dead, while dead beggars are not uncommon, it was unusual that they had had their heads removed... The heads have yet to be found...
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There is whispers in the slums of people going missing, never to return. Ladies of questionable nature and morals seem to be disappearing on a frequent basis. Some say they've left to find anouther means of life, while others think something is taking them.
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Twisted rumors about Vrolock Tatyana Markova, the spouse of Outlander Vasham, ranked Vallaki guard spread amongst the populace, although no one wishes to lend ear for fear to those spreading those rumors, some persist in wanting them to ear the tale.
"Whot's becomin' O' our citeh?! Do somethin' before 'yer kids wake up dead, or lost to 'em outlanders!"
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Poeple in their homes were woken up in the middle of the night to sounds of a wererat's shrill cries, cries that were silenced quickly by a burst of flame. The locals stayed in their beds, fearing witches about.
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A light carrier from the slums church was torn apart and eaten by one of the wolfmen that stalk the night, locals whisper that it was becuase the church do noo lock their doors at night fall and all that hear the story make sure to bolt theirs firmly shut when the sun sets
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A couple days later rumor spreads like wildfire through the poorer parts of town that the known Vrolok Tatyana Markova is dead,
destroyed at the merciful hands of goodly forces. One less burden on the weary shoulders of the common man and his family,
one less terror to haunt the night in search of blood and innocence.
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Is this news too good to be true? The notion crosses some minds. Where did this rumor begin? Could it be that this vrolok is the very source of this rumor? Who would benefit the most from such a rumor other than herself? While some within Vallaki may be inclined to accepting good news, simply because of its appeal, with no doubt there are many who are far too wary to accept everything they hear at face value. Things are rarely as they appear on the surface, here in the lands of mists, here in Vallaki. Besides, who are these so called "goodly forces." What is their story? Where is the proof of this vrolok's destruction?
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Somewhere, in a far, far away Land...
-"Chomski, Chomski! Folk in town be saying tha' Vrolok Tatyana, be dead!"
The peg legged frowned as he leans exhausted on his chair, his eyes measuring at that moment as he stood spitting on the ground bitterly.
"I be dead as well! An' yet' 'ye still report 'te meh!
Amanar were dead! Gone! An' I dug him out Of his Hole!
Markova ain' dead! Who killed 'er?! Find out, 'cause as far as this goes, Imma do as planned!"
"-Chomski, Uhh, Sir, what's this black Powder do?"
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The following notice can be found posted in each district.
Citizens of Vallaki ! Fear no more, the dread Shadow Fey will no longer haunt our people and steal innocent maidens shadows. The foul demon has been killed by Vallki's finest. Rest safely in your beds knowing that you are under the tireless protection of the Vallaki guard, who will stop at nothing to ensure Order and Safety for all citizens.
Long Live The Count !
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Word spreads in the lowest parts of the Slums of the boxing match being a success; those assisting mention the humiliating defeat of a big Falkonovian to a little Fey girl.
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The next militia members to fetch meat from their supply dump in the slums will find they are lacking a great deal of meat, the majority simply torn off by a jagged knife and carried away.
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The next militia members to fetch meat from their supply dump in the slums will find they are lacking a great deal of meat, the majority simply torn off by a jagged knife and carried away.
Two guards women hearing this, one in particular seeming quite angry starts a search for the man described as Myr
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Rumors are circulating that Rulinus the Ratter, is actually a weather witch and responsible for all the horrible weather in vallaki. He can call lightning and makes arrows of light appear out of nowhere.
In addition... he might even be responsible for the overpopulation of rats himself. He even looks like one to begin with. It is not entirely impossible he uses his facade of buying dead rats to bring them back from the dead in horrible and ancient rituals as ratmen!
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A horse drawn carriage is seen pulling up in front of the Sanctuary of Eternal Dawn shortly after sunrise. Father Ilie is seen hurriedly ushering two children inside the carriage to be whisked away as fast as the horses can gallop.
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Maryn watches from a nearby shadow, and taps her lip thoughtfully, making a mental note to speak to the priest when he will not likely be busy with morning duties.
// poke me ingame when DM is available please.//
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*There is grumbling in the shadows and from bended knee while scrubbing the floors of the guards which have gone to far.*
Incessant hood checks on the same people even though they are known by name and dress, working with Ezrite cultists using witchery, torture of a man for asking the guards to not spill blood in a holy place, rape of a woman as a form of punishment, arresting of an innocent priest for his faith alone. The heavy handedness of the guards must be stopped. The Devils Dogs are corrupt to the core.
Rise Rebels Rise!
Fight for szabadság from the oppression the Devils Dogs bring!
Rise Rebels Rise!
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A small contingent of guards entered the temple of the Morninglord recently.
They brought with them two shackled man and left shortly afterwards, leaving the men behind.
One of the two was wearing a soldiers uniform!
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*A two hooded women were over heard in murnu's in the entry way of the store. *
"He will no longer bother you nor any other again. . ."
"Good, good."
*Then the sound of them exiting together could be heard. *
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Whispers begin to spread of the return of the Cult of Zhakata, that the devourers performed a fel sacrifice on Lysagia Hill, and someone...unwholesome, and utterly evil was summoned. A simple message spreads through the undercurrent of dive bars and taverns, betwixt outlanders and natives who care to listen to such talk of evil-
The Green God has Come
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This time on a larger sheets of parchment, the three symbols appear again overnight, abruptly tacked to a few road signs in the slums district.
(http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/6379/gokudogn2.jpg) (http://imageshack.us)
On closer inspection, there is another character written faintly.
///Speaker-readers of Rokuma, please PM.
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Rumours persist among the locals of a young boy in the slums being the only surivor from an attack that killed the rest of his family. Young Ivan the chimneysweeper is very fortunate, one old lady mentions. Another comments on how some Ezrites were seen asking strange questions not long after the incident.
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Recently at the militia hq, a tattered uniform and standard issue leather jerkin were found laying close to the door. Both were soaking wet and full of holes, propably made with a blade. Both of the outfits had a small piece of cloth with the initials "T.A", sewn on the collar. Some think the uniform most likely belonged to militia trainer Thomas Ashford who has been missing for a long time.
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*Locals, both man and women murmur their surprise to see one of their own having converted to the sun cult. Some shake their heads in wonderment as they watch the cultists disperse into the slums shelter*
[balok] "Can you believe it? The renown archivist herself has joined their ranks"
[balok] "Never thought I'd live to see the day I'd see Domna Noica in their robes"
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Another tragedy hits the Militia. Neuri struck another man days after the massacre that cost four their lives. The Morale is low and militia are ordered to lock all doors and keep movement to day hours.
The storage locked, while some men pick up the pieces...
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After the many casualties inside city gates a soldier of the morninglord is seen patrolling the streets at night and early morning
often the screeches of large and monstrous weretas are heard, and their maimed bodies found in the morning bearing marks of broken bones and deadly spikes
Aran
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Right after as the citadel was attacked a naked, peg legged,hideously looking dwarf, was seen stumbling and running into people in the streets of the slums. After running into several people and even buildings.The dwarf finally staggered into an alley and disappeared.
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Rumors verified by the poor of the slums, the Red Vardo Trader opened a small soup kitchen in the south of the district right out of an abandoned shelter. Without taking coins in return the members of the traders generously offer bread and meat to the line of hungry Barovians.
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Tigan's rest echoes with cheers and songs most of the night as Zina pours round after round of free alcohol paid by the Red Vardo Traders, all at the inn celebrating the life and death of Emilan Iorga, the one who fell to the explosion during the market.
He was always the life of the party!
A great dart player.. we'll miss him!
Ooh free ale? Sure! Cheers for Iorga!
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Rumors about the return of old woman Wasiweska starts to flourish. She's been seen peddling her potions, telling fortunes, curing the ill and giving general advice to whomever seeks her out. Some say you're best to stay well away from her as she wields strange powers and even a sullen look can set her off. Others claim she's just a nice old woman that cured their children from illness and wouldn't even accept payment.
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Valko and Valentina Stravokov were seen exiting the Hospice, both in wedding attire and making off east through the city together.
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Rumors spread among the peasants that a rather attractive Barovian woman has been seen outside of the militia quarters, swinging away at a practice dummy with a short sword. It has been said that any passerby who catches sight of her has stopped, stared, and then walked off laughing, for it is obvious she is not very good at all.
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A man in a dark black suit was noticed watching from the shadows as the Girl trained on the dummy.
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A older man notices the man and mutters pervert as he walks by towards the center of town.
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Under order of the city watch the Hospice on Strada Sobolan is placed under quarantine, locals spit at its door from the other side of the street, blameing the outlander proprietors for bringing disease to an already striken populace.
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A Mother is seen searching for her missing child in the Slums but soon she is found to be gone also, garda where seen to investigate but with so many additional people now in the slums due to the influx of people from the Zeklos lands it was impossible to find any clues.
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[several fights have recently been reported to be breaking out between those of the Keep and locals now living in the crowded space in the slum, one even ended in a knife fight recently]
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The Vallaki Militia have been showing their faces more frequent, keeping a wary eye on the overcrowded slums. An old familiar face is seen amongst the ranks, causing the otherwise somewhat lax Militia to stand rigid.
Former Boyar Garda drinking themselves to an early grave at all times in the Tigans have a Militia Inlistment list shoved infront of them.
Passers by see the Militia training once more as the snows begin to melt from their old batterd targets.
The Bounty and Commisions office besides the Militia Headquarters is frequently visited by off duty Militia, bettering the lands whilst on and off duty.
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A diseased body was recently seen being disposed of in the sewers, the features where obscured by boils and puss, everyone seems tight lipped on what the person died of.
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"A rosed robed priest of the Morninglord has been seen going amongst the slums of Vallaki, offering words of hope and refuge, particularly to those Gundarakite families worst affected by poverty within the city. A Gundarakite of older years himself, he identifies himself as Baltazar, and his message is one of salvation through faith. He urges mothers to encourage their sons to join in service to the Church as a way to escape the crime and violence they frequently find on the streets of the slums. He lets it be known that he can be sought out at the Vallaki respite, and implores all he speaks with to join him as a community, in prayer at the respite, every Seventh day."
OOC: Any character who wishes to attend this weekly congregation, PM me and I will let you know times as I am sure of them, in as far advance as possible. (I will also post them here.) These sessions will last for maybe half an hour, and then I will be around for another three hours or so rp time. Anyone who wants to can PM me an In Character post, as Baltazar can always be found at the respite. (I can CC these in game PMs to a DM, if needs be to make them official, I have very limited time with access to a computer that has the game on it, so I sort of need to find a way around it.)
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Garda Domna Bobboc is seen bouncing along the alleyways of the slums in the early morning, slowly making her way towards the Morning Lord Rectory. The packs of rats that usually flee in her wake seem to have become bolder, the odd rat tying its luck, ending up with a snapped neck and hurled across the street...
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Corporal Belovich was seen in the Militia Barracks late last night. His mood darker than ever. Word is, he threw around bedding off the bunks, punched several walls and screamed himself horse at any militia he could find. Then stormed out early in the morning.
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The sick and the hungry have been seen finding care in the hands of the veiled women who run the hospice next door to the Prancing Nymph. They ask not anything in return, and offer a comfortable mat, warm tea, and attention to all manner of ailment and malady. The door is said to remain open to anyone through all hour of the day and night.
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[Nailed to the Hospice Door]
(http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g138/yield2d/gardanote2.gif)
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A little terrier dog has been seen in and around the Militia Headquarters, frolicking about playfully. The dog's owner seems to be Militia Recruit Nephis Anskuld, who affectionately calls the dog "Marco" and has been seen carrying it inside the barracks every evening. Grumbling men from inside the barracks report that she keeps it on an arrangement of paper next to her bed, feeding it scraps from her own meals.
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An elf wearing the trappings of the morninglords Church has been seen going around house to house passing out food to the hungry and encouraging them to visit the church.
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Dumped awkwardly and unceremoniously before the heavy door of the Militia Headquarters, the body of a poor Barovian man has been discovered at dawn. Some citizens speak of the horror evident upon his drained pale, lifeless features, as if afflicted by Iadul Vrolok witch magicks. Scribed upon his forehead, a bloodied carving of a pentacle.
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Talk of Nica Zuyev leaving the Guarda also surfaces. Some comment that it is about time, no woman belongs in the Guarda. Others, mostly woman are disapointed with the outcome. All however speak of the death in Nica's family which has fallen on hard times and even if they won't say it out loud, most blame the Burgomeister of the city fully aware that Nica and many of the Guarda have not been paid for a long time.
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Ye heard what's said to have happened at the Militia barracks?
'twas attacked by a witch leading a two-headed giant statue made of bones. 'twas hacked apart by some outlanders before they could do real harm. They even caught that witch... but you won't believe it: when they brought it to the militia to be punished, they did not even care. 'sent them away, and so did the garda. So now, we have another witch running freely. Down the sewers it fled, i heard. *shakes head*
Outlanders chasing witches and militia letting them off the hook. Gibberish, if you ask me. If it only were not for the huge pile of bones on the street i saw...
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Two bodies where found in the street a mother and child embrassed in death, their bodies riddled with boils, and maggots crawling over them, flies buzzed around them continuosly, the militia that where seen to find them immediatly set them aflame, nearly bearning down one of the over ground slum dwellings, the locals including several displaced Zeklos farmers watched on in silence.
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Large clangs and scraping can be heard in the dead of night. Upon inspection in the morning, there are long scrapes in the stonework of the guard barracks
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Word among the Militia spreads over the mysterious disappearance of Sargeant Iorgovan. Last seen escorting a darkly dressed woman upstairs in the Militia barracks the words " Traitor " were shouted in the local tongue by a womans voice. The noises of a scuffle were heard but when the room was finally entered there was no sign of either, only a few splashes of blood and some knocked over furniture from what appeared to be a fight. Many wonder what terrible powers the old war dog angered and if he will be seen again.
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A fierce battle occured in board day light between Vallaki Guard, Corporal Cazacul and an unnamed witch dressed in the white robes of an Ezrite. The Ezrite-Witch dared to resist the Garda's orders and attacked with witchery and a summoned giant red skinned monster. Several guardsmen died in the attempt to aide the Corporal, The witch escaped into shadows and darkness.
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A tattered, and ruined paper seems to have found its way in the slums. It almost seems as if it was discarded...
(http://img338.imageshack.us/img338/8848/rebelpamphlet.png)
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A woman in white & blue of the local Hospice has been see handing out vegtables & fruit to those willing to accept , selecting the shiniest apples & cherries for the children of this woefull district , with each she hails a merry "Buna Lughnassadh !"
Lughnassadh (Loo-nass-ahd) falls on
August 1st and marks the first day of harvest.
Halites both give and receive gifts of vegetables
and fruit on this day and the week that follows.
Altars in the chapels found in the temples and
hospices of Hala are covered with earthy brown
sheets, which in turn display some of the
produce they are gifted with.
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[Another of the hospitalers was seen asking passersby near the Slobodan Hospice if they had seen any further instances of plague or pox. She wore the now familiar white and blue trimmed robes with the snake-rimmed motif around the sleeves.]
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Rumors go around that in the following day, there shall be a Charity event involving giving food at the Church of Ezra.
//it is to be this sunday at around 2 PM EST, 6 PM GMT, 7 PM British summer time.
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Citizens awake in the morning to the sight of two dead Gundarakites, both dressed in dark clothing and hood and armed with swords. A little later the Garda come and collect the bodies not bothering to ask anyone any questions.
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Murmurs spread of a girl working at the Nymph gone missing, Lena and her sister Natalie, Natalie just had a daughter named Dominique, fueled by the other dissapearances threwout Vallaki. The peasants swiftly jump to accusations, most prominently a man dressed in white and a Ezrite leaving their residence in the morning.
It does not take long for the local Garda to take note.
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After the recent dissapearance's threwout the slums of the city, the peasants seem to group, children kept close, the already bolted doors double checked and then checked once more.
The local militia even joining in on the Garda's patrols.
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"Cellar Dwellers" crudely written in charcoal and blood begins to appear on the side of buildings, and walls in the slums district. What it means remains to be seen. Yet it's causing a bit of a stir.
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As of late, fliers advertising Gunpowder for sale have been seen littering the streets of Vallaki, some lying in the gutter, some even being boldly nailed to certain establishment doors. They all name a 'Domna Lisbeth' as the contact source. Many are curious to find out who this woman could possible be.
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In the bounty office, some adventurer asked vaguely of crests and banners of the area and described one. The local Garda glared and stated "Von Zeklos Garda... mult strange". The gossip, as many other, especially recalling that name, always cause dismay and fear. What is true or what is not, is not important right now: just the name evokes a past which should have been better forgotten.
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A new outlander seen the past few days has taken it seems a shinning to the Sanctuary of the Eternal Dawn in the slums, delivering usually every or every other day sizable supply of meats of all sorts. These deliveries began regularly shortly after a faithful had suggested to the man a way to aide in surviving fights against undead and other creatures.
"..Seemed like a good idea at the time to repay advice that keeps me alive to scrap by.." he said with a shrug only ever it seems asking for occasional healing, a safe place to rest and a few pieces of garlic. He is also seen in more recent days also studying various books of all topics some on the various religions of the area others of the history such that it is of barovia, etc.
He does not seem to be trying to fight any foes he comes, merely knowing and understanding the place he now dwells in.
OOC: DM Decay please pm me with a message since i cant seem to find your contact on the dm list, or if someone could provide me his forum page contact info that'd work too thanks
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during the night it seems that a lone rebel attempted to bomb the militia's barracks. However by the rumors indicating that the rebel fled, it seems to have been a failed bombing, thanks to the militia chasing the rebel away.
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[One of the white robed women has been seen entering and exiting the run down hospice on several occasions, caring for any that come seeking respite from what ills them]
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Two vrolok heads were left by the Bounty office, a horrible sight, at least according to the locals who walked around it in a big circle.. affraid they might come to live again.
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Word is alive of a Templar of Ezra seen dragging a coffin through the streets of Vallaki in the dead of night. Some whisper that it is the Ezrites stepping up to face the Old Night, others say that the Mist-Witches seek coffins for their unnatural rites. Whatever the truth of the matter may be remains a sinister mystery.
//OOC: Whichever MPC left their coffin in the slums (Hiding place ommited to protect the innocent), it's now in the hands of the Ezrite Faction.
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In the mid morning hours of the past several days, the more down trodden of dwellers in the slums would find a sunkisser cultist known to some as Don Og, a man previously content to just provide food to the eternal dawn sanctuary has now branched out.
In this case he is seen with an ox carrying bundles of dried oaken wood and kindling of all sizes to the families with a pack of flint and steel accompanied in addition each pack holds a day and half worth of fish and deer meat preserved and ready for cooking. As well as a few small containers to hold them in.
He gives these packages out to any that would accept them by hand, or if they do not answer leaves them by their door. He does this with a friendly smile to all regardless how he is generally treated.
A final note is those with children would find hand crafted cloth/leather made dolls and toys.
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Outlanders, and people who venture during the night by the slums, have been disappearing, rumors spread of a group called 'The Black Band' a band of cut throat bandits, murderers, and alike, tall tales of odd demons working beside them in their efforts. - Disguising themselves as Guardsmen during the night as well.
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Rumors presist of a young girl seemingly dancing about, though her chant sounds more like that of one mourning a lost lover. It is only in briefest passing that some recall her appearance, but there are a few that swear that they have seen her standing at the edges of the forest whispering into the nothingness of the darkness. Some say she is but a mad child, lost to the torments which plague the land, but others think she is possessed by witchery.
Some traveling from the dwarf city have even said they have seen a similar young lady dressed all in black leading an oxen and cart laiden with copper ingots, though she seems to skirt around the city at a distance before proceeding north. Even a local sneak is saying that she is perhaps possessed, as he followed her from the southern gates of valliki around the outside of the city just to see her and her oxen vanish into thin air, almost as if a spirit fading into the on comming fogs that evening.
What ever the reason, or who ever this person is, it seems to be getting a bit more noisy in the sections of town where the seedy and sneaky hang out, rumors of ill omen surrounding the girl arising as warding gestures are made at the mention of her in drunken whispers.
Lately, even a few claim they have seen the woman in dark cloathing bartering with others who have remained hooded and unknown, and then days later hauling off oxen pulled carts of oddly carved stones.
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Days ago a body was found in an alleyway in the slums. The body was found in a unique condition. There were black buttons stitched to his eyes, and his mouth was stitched shut. There was a stab wound in his shoulder, and all his fingers were broken. His leather shirt was ripped open, and a his stomach appears to have been cut open and stitched back up. Oddly, part of his foot was also missing. Rumor has it that his organs had been removed, and replaced with cotton.
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This morning a body was found in much the same condition as the one days ago, only a few alleyways from the first. The same stitchery were there, though there were many more injuries. It would seem the backs of his knees were shredded, as well as one of his elbows, and a shoulder. The most striking feature about this one was it seems half his face, although stitched like the other, had been ripped off.
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The local children can be heard singing a new nursery rhythm. "Firefly, firefly she might be dead, but late at night she searches for her head!"
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A darkly clothed man has been seen going around to known Gundarakite residences. Where he finds people who have not yet fled persecution, he speaks with the inhabitants for a few minutes, and then moves on to the next home.
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As morning breaks and the residents of the Slum District awake they find several abandoned tenants and empty apartments. Word quickly spreads that the remaining Gundarakite families fled on mass in the night. Many a Barovian is heard issuing colorful words of resentment, including landlords who are owed rent.
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In the early morning Barovian light, three native females are seen in the alley of the slums near the Prancing Nymph, scrubbing furiously with hot water and rags. It would seem that they are removing what appears to be rebel propaganda from the walls of buildings around the Romulich Establishment. A smoldering depiction of Strahd, hung high on one of the towers is pulled down and disposed of.
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A yelling match between two women is heard echoing through the slums in the dead of night. A sharp, pained screech is heard after the clash of swords. Not long after, a woman dressed in dark colors is seen dragging the limp body of another through the streets of Vallaki, towards the Refuge of the Fifth Light.
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A black cloaked man is seen franticly hanging Garlic, and crosses at the entrances of The Prancing Nymph Casino.
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Just before sundown the performer Serafim Ianescu was seen being dragged by a large man down an alley, by her hair where she was promptly robbed and beaten badly.
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As Dawn came over Vallaki, the same day as the outskirts attack, a blast rocked the Militia Barracks
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Just before dusk the young Barovian woman Serafim Ianescu was seen leaving baskets of food for the residents in the slums district with blessings of Ezra and offering some fangs to the small children as she so often does.
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The rich arms merchant from Immol, Nicu Tesla was found inside an abandoned house, his head decapitated this morning. The Vallaki Guard is investigating the crime. Rumors say that it is the work of Gundarakite Rebels.
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Rumor on the streets that a caravan of goods containing books in particular had been robbed recently. Whispers in the shadows murmur that the Vardo house had some interest in the act, if not directly involved, but making some profit from the raid.
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In the dead of night a large gathering guards can be seen leading the well known manager of The Prancing Nymph, Tarja, to the Citadel. The usually smiling and happy woman is seen wear shackles and a gag, sporting a black eye and tear streaked cheeks. Rumors spread like wildfire of a raid on The Prancing Nymph.
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Word spreads quickly that a brazen assault occurred on the Vallaki Militia Headquarts last night. Some how the door was opened and three Militiamen where slain. The veteran commander of the Militia, Captain Alin Baboescu was wounded and is currently on bed rest. According to survivors the attackers where none other then Gundarak Rebels!
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Word has spread of a Gundarakite man who has been speaking to local businessmen and women about taxation, and the local workers of the fishing lodge about their wages, and the tax rates on them. Rumor has it that he is somewhat generous with his coin, and was seen buying a pie for a young Barovian girl from Mariska's shop, and has bought more than one round for the workmen at the fishing lodge with the wages Constantin paid him to deliver supplies. He speaks to them of equality between the Barovian people and the hardship of the working class, and has openly invited many of them to the Lodge so that he might deliver a message of hope for better times.
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The Shady folk, patrons, and riffraff of Tigan's rest joke about a short fellow calling himself Scurvy who inquired about aspiring footpads. Many say they will rough him up if he shows his face there again, while others are more inclined to hold their tongue for the moment and hope nothing else washes up from the Drain.
//feel free to PM here or IG if interested in finding Scurvy with your rogue-type PC
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A night ago near dawn gunshots were heard inside and near the Tigan's rest. Patrons in the tavern say a cloaked man attempted to shoot down one of the two soldiers who were having a break, playing dice. The assassination attempt failed, the assassin fled to the streets. The first morning rays of the morning sun revealed death though, a local young woman was found dead in the shady alleys of the Slums near the tavern, shot int he head from behind.
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Word on the street, sprawled by a local boy of all people, carries the news in Vallaki that its "Greatest General" - Vladimir Ionelus, "the Wicked Prince", will return from a thriumphant war Campaign led on the borders of Invidia. All citizens of Valalki are ordered to cease activities when the city's Bell will announce a marching parade will arrive from the West - not to assist the parade or to ignore it, might be seen as treacherous behavior subjected to arrests and questioning.
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an old face was seen in the slums the so called slums rat mandruleanu was seen around in the tigans rest where some scum decided to leave befor something bad happend as many claim haunts this slums rat as a shadow nu a bun thing can come with his pressence they claim,as some left he was asking around for information about his old comrad in arms eugen dumistracu, if he learned anything is a mystery, the patrons did notice a change in his tone of voice and the look in his eyes when he asked, it's said it was the look and voice of hatred.
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Just outside the Sanctuary of the Eternal Dawn, at daytime, a coffin was rumored found with a name scratched crudely into its wooden surface with a dagger - it simply reads "PETRA DOYEVSKA".
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Just outside the Sanctuary of the Eternal Dawn, at daytime, a coffin was rumored found with a name scratched crudely into its wooden surface with a dagger - it simply reads "PETRA DOYEVSKA".
Petra tacks a note to the side of the coffin:
"We all get into unu at some time. What will you do until then?"
"Repent from evil deeds. It is nu too late for you."
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Just before the roosters would wake the common folks living in the poor district, the drunken singing of a man alarmed all the dogs, joining into the cacophony with the barkings. When the dogs took a pause one would hear the song is about a soldier and a whore. Probably some militia swaying back to the barracks for the morning shift from the Tigan's rest.
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A man in gold-colored armor was seen entering Tigan's Rest. The man did not stay long but was seen talking with a patron. Locals who witnessed the conversation indicated that the man in the armor said his name was Sedrik and that he was referring quite negatively to "the family." As the story goes, the gold-armored man warned there would be blood spilled in the streets of Vallaki.
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In the early hours of the morning, Priest Antonius could be seen distributing food, fresh water and warm cloaks to some of the urchins and beggars. All the while he would wear a quiet smile as he handed out the charity items.
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Nightly travelers in the slums district streets would tell the next morning that a man fought werebeasts to defend a girl working at the Prancing Nymph while she hurrying to work.
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Father Antonius has been seen spending a lot of times in the slums as of late. Some rumors tell that he is opening up a shop for people to make appointments with him. Some say that he has begun helping advise and consult people with spiritual problems, matters of health and internal conflicts of the heart or morality. He is available now to help those with problems and some even say that he's enlisted a couple of mercenaries to help those in need of protection....
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There was a disturbance at the Nymph late at night recently. Doors opened and closed by themselves, mugs were knocked off the bar, the slot machine arm pulled as if by itself, and the sound of crying and wailing heard, along with a name: "Anya". Frightened patrons looked about in fear and confusion long after the disturbance passed, while outside the main entrance that same name had been scratched into the door two days previous.
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Priest Antonius enters the Nymph with two gruff looking men at each side of him. Approaching the counter, he would look to the Bartender.
"I am told you have trouble of a supernatural origin here in the Nymph. I would like to help you get to the bottom of it and if possible to purify this fine establishment so that your business may continue uninterrupted by the restless dead. I will return soon to check in on you. Whom should I speak to?"
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Raised cheers, the jingle of tankards, gold and the flat, packing sounds of flesh being struck by fists could be heard in the din eminating from the Wound. The pit fight that was under way was apparently edged with a sour note however, when rumour has it that one of the final combatants was killed in the end bout and everyone quickly ejected at sword point by those Red Vardo Traders present...otherwise it was business as usual.
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Shortly after dawn, a man brought the lifeless body of a local street urchin into the Sanctuary. A street orphan known only as Pietro. With no mother or family to watch over him, seems the boy was caught outside past night fall, alone.
His slender neck crushed with two distinct holes on the side of his neck. His fragile body drained of all its life blood.
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The corpse of the young child was eventually taken behind the Morninglord Temple and buried in the cemetery.
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Tragedy strikes the cold streets of Vallaki Slums once again. The early morning was filled with gasps and whispers on a snippy air as a barovian woman with a crushed neck and twin puncture wounds was carried away by Morninglordians to be given a proper burial.
The woman seemed completely drained of blood, though a trail was gruesomely left behind in the snow... leading away from the entrance of the Sanctuary of the Eternal Dawn.
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Rumor has it that a kidnapper rumored to have been behind the disappearances of multiple children has been brought to face justice, due to the efforts of some very strange bedfellows indeed: among them Lieutenant Eugen Dumitrascu and his wife, the Red Vardo Trader and widow of Elton Belovich named Livia, the so-rumoured "garda who came back from the dead" Andreea Dalca, and a red-haired outlander named Zachary Sorrill who was seen only few weeks ago as the receiver of corporal punishment by the garda.
Though there were promises made for a public execution of the man responsible in front of a large crowd, no mention has been made as of yet as to when it might be... or even if the promise will be kept. Rumors circulate of three of these individuals - the Lieutenant, the widow, and the outlander - boarding a carriage in front of the Citadel, with a pair of garda carrying a man shackled to a slab inside before departing. Some say they had traveled even beyond Wachter lands! After the passage of a close to a week, the three return, along with the slab, bearing grim and determined faces, or so the rumors say.
Life returns to normal in Vallaki (for now), and a few families can at least breathe a few sighs of relief. A few dreamers find themselves free of their nightmares, a girl born and raised in the slums of Vallaki finds herself acquiring a taste for something new, and in some far-flung realm where the light of day never shines, a being of insurmountable power experiences something it had not known in aeons: defeat.
And some ded grazhny bratchney who loved to vareet plott would go on and snuff it. Can't say anybody will be missing him, by Bog!
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[All over the city of Vallaki, written in black charcoal the words "REBELS RISE" can be seen.]
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In the dead of night, fire ravaged the old Gaping Wound inn seldom opened only for bouts of bare knuckle fighting. The gutted shell of the building still remained in the smoky haze of the new morning and RVT personnel are seen assessing the damage and taking notes now and then. Rumour has it that rebels were responsible for the destruction while others say it's the random act of a fire-loving local lad who had the foresight not to torch a building with tenants present...
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Rumours abound that the Wayfarer Lodge was assaulted byt figures of dark purpose and intent, and lain siege to until morning, when the vast majority of the Kinship went to the citadel. No corpses were visible.
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The body of a girl child was found broken and lifeless this morning in a discarded backalley of the Slums. The poor child suffered a broken neck, twin shaped puncture holes less the a inch apart wound her delicate white neck. The body drained of its precious life fluid.
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[Rumours of the garda visiting the Wayfarer Kinship various times lately are beginning to circulate.]
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Rumor spreads about the La Noapte de Pugilistica, the fist fighting competition held by the Vardo in the ransacked Gaping wound tavern. They say the event started and ended with blood. In the beginning a caliban was executed on the spot by the city guards, and in the end the champion of the night, Zev the forfarian giant who travels with the Cirque de la Fin du Nuit was beaten senseless and dead by a late entry guard man.
Witnesses claim this guardman killing the champion was acting strange from the beginning, growling and shouting curses, how he will teach a lessons. The docile giant did not even stand a chance against him, it seems all his slams and fists with which he won the competition bounced off the late entry guard's skin. The maddened guard barely held himself back to continue to pummel Zev after he was knocked out, but already by that time it was too late.
What happened after this can be described most as a chaos, contestants and audience jumping into the cage with weapon, not even able to scratch the skin of the Mad murderous guard.
Some say the mad guard is either a 'neuri' or was cheating with 'vraja', no man could have left the cage without a bruise form the champion of the night, not to mention the weapon that were applied later.
Most of the guard who were present was shocked by the event, and claimed that the Mad man will be hanged, even the Vardo offered the starter bounty on his head.
Horns were constantly blow on that night in the Citadel, none were sleeping peacefully in Vallaki.
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Work is seen being done on the doors of the Wayfarer Kinship lodge house; the doors being reinforced and their lock mechanisms changed...
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Rumour has it that a Vallaki garda died in the night at Tigan's Rest. The cause of death: winter sickness. The corpse was burned quickly by nervous slum-dwellers keen to limit the spread of the sickness.
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Posters go up around the Outskirts and other parts of the city:
MISSING: WILLIAM ADAMS
Outlander Boy aged Thirteen Years Old Answering to the Name of WILLIAM ADAMS.
Handsome Reward Offered If Found. Information On His Whereabouts Also Rewarded.
Please Refer to the Refuge of Fifth Light in Vallaki for all Inquiries.
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[The rumor goes that the vampire known as Father has finally been slain. It is said that the vampire under a conflict with a young woman had been captured in stone moments before the woman´s final straw. upon the coming dawn it is rumored that among the watching crowd was Vladimir the fallen, heris the righteous, Legos the smith, ingwulf the drunk among other well-known outlanders.]
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Word quickly spreads around the slums dwellers that the Sunkisser half-vistani known as Warn Windwill has been making regular deliveries to the charity house in the district with ready cut oak and beech wood planks for use in keeping fires burning and or to aide in repair of holes in buildings or doors. Warn it is said also is providing fresh meats and skins to this same place for those that visit again in both cases free of charge.
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After another series of days yet another large load of beech and oak planks are delivered to the charity house in the slums for those there to make use of as they will. Again the donator it seems from a few was the half-vistani blooded hunter Warn Windwill
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A Woman in black Strides about the Morninglordian Sanctuaries whispering the illness of the Vicar in the ears of those whom would be interested in attending the small service or to visit her with gifts of flowers, it is said that it must be a closed casket lest the disease spread, it is told in hush lest the children overhear. Her death is imminent and it is only a small window of time that last respects might be payed as the sickness saps her strength.
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The woman on her deathbed had found many visitors, but come next morning she was no where to be found. Some say that she was kidnapped sometime during the night, but whispers grow that she had run away from her duties—not really being ill.
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Word spreads that a Gundarakite named Franjo is opening the Gaping Wound once repairs are made.
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Some work is seen being done on the Wayfarer Lodge house doors, apparently the work of some locksmith changing the locks...
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A group of misguided but none the less shady youth continuously approach lone stragglers in the corners of the Slums and Sewers.
They demand a 50 fang tax or donation going to 'The Sobolani' or 'Manuel'. Those who refuse to pay are mauled by Neuri.
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A familiar barovian girl dressed in a rosy pink gown is once more seen about the streets leaving tinctures, food and blessings over the homes in the slums. Notes left upon the doors
"May this house and its family find peace and warmth in the Morninglords light"
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A pack of wererats have been ravaging the slums for the past two days, attacking men and women with little mercy.
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The body of a man known as Prospero de Giovanni was found outside of Tigan's Rest this morning. His shirt was ripped open, the letter 'A' carved into his chest, and there were large puncture wounds in his palms. Also, a note on the door, written in blood:
So to all who try to avoid the Night's justice...
That justice shall be slow, painful and grim.
To all who seek to do ill at their whim,
Fear the night and fear it well...
For long shall be your tortured trip to hell...
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[The young barovian priestess can once more be seen hobbling through the streets after having gone missing for some time leaving food, clothing and fresh water for those within the slums too ill to travel. A note left on the door with the gifts]
"May this house and those within find Peace and comfort. Light protect this household"
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[Recently notices in Luktar have been found along the street of the Slums]
On your feet, Gundarkites, homeland calls!
The time is here, now or never!
Shall we stay slaves or be free?
This is the question, answer me!
By the Dawn
We vow,
We vow, that we won't be slaves
Any longer!
Gundark szabadság!
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[Corporal Petrovic is seen in the streets as he orders Garda to collect the all the notes]
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~The body of a woman was found in the streets of the vallaki slums by Recruit Rica Andrei Lupescu while in civillian dress, the recruit filed a report through the proper channels and sent for someone to collect the body once he returned to the citadel. Rumors say the corpse was missing it's head and had several perforations in the back and abdomen , the crime scene had been heavily disturbed by the indigenous population of rats known to frequent the streets at night~
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Whispers around the slums the past day or so have it that there is to be a wedding at the eternal dawn temple of the sunkisser cultists between two of their light carrier faithful, one being a locally born half-vistani bastard blood named Warn Windwill, known to a few in the slums as one who works for aiding in gathering fresh foods at all times of the year as well as providing fixes to doors and window shutters and building sides when requested, the other being an outlander woman named rada or adeline depending who you ask....
Word is that the two are to be wed in the Eternal Dawn building in the coming day as the faithful to the dawn led by Warn prepare to setup the final touches for the ceremony.
OOC the event will be taking place in two hours from this post (presently 1000am eastern) and start at 1200pm eastern or so
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~A brief search began for a local woman who never returned home from a night of binge drinking at the Tigan's rest. She could best be described as a local girl who was unmarried and had a knack for getting involved with the wrong sort of men. No one has seen hide nor hair of her since she departed the tavern early in the morning with two strangers. Many think it likely she has run off with them in some debased love triangle~
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The Tigan's Rest had an unusual set of patrons last eve. A pair of outlanders, one an elf and the other a rather pale-faced woman, both garbed in green and black and carrying with them a grim countenance. The elf approached the barmaid, Zina, and inquires about the missing lady and the two men she foolishly skipped off with. Those who ask might overhear a few unpleasant rumblings about 'Dilisnya cultists'.
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A tall man in stereotypical plague doctor's garbs, and mask, was seen cleaning up the black ooze and picking up the rotten body parts strewn across all of Vallaki, accompanied by a woman in a mask. He was last spotted heading east towards the Village of Barovia, bag of ooze and limbs in hand...
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~Some of the Food left behind by those spreading good will have been eaten by vermin, more over a large pile of brown and grey fur was seen blowing around in the wind of the main thoroughfare, it's origin's unknown but many would come to speculate they look like the fur of a Rat Neuri ~
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A young Gundarakite man was found dead in an alleyway in the middle of the slums. It appeared he had been out late in the night, and met a grisly and horrific end. Inspection of the scene showed the man had been beaten to death, with both his arms broken in at least two places, and his jaw shattered by repeated blunt force strikes. The dead man's innards had been pulled out, and in his own gore the words 'Gnash is Coming' were found scrawled on the walls of the alley. Who this 'Gnash' is, and when he is coming remains a mystery.
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~ Bedlam erupted in the slums recently, several marks left on doors claiming the area as King Rend's terriotry, the corpse of a woman strewn about, her innards painting the street like some macabre canvas and the attack of some man..his finger being bitten off then regurgitated by the gates..not to mention a trail of blood leading into the sewers..whatever stirs in the dark of old night one can be sure it is not something wholesome~
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Garda are seen in the Slums removing the remains of what is believed to be a woman. the streets are cleaned, and the crowds dispersed from the horrific crime scene...
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A man dressed in black is seen investigating the crime sites, following the trails into the sewers. The same man, rumors would have it, is at times seen out on the streets after dark, searching for someone or something...
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Some inhuman screeching is heard coming from the Wayfarer Kinship Lodge early in the day, but is merely mentioned in passing due to the Barovian habit of ignoring iadul outlander madness where possible...
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~the streets have been utterly quiet of late in the dark of old night, as if whatever had been causing the disturbances has been removed entirely. This leads to some speculation that perhaps the guilty party has recently gone missing or has somehow been either detained or killed~
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~In the gloom of Old Night something fell stirred on the streets of Vallaki, leaving a Deluge of Chaos in its wake. Windows were broken, trash barrels were disturbed, the door to the church had a rather large sized bite taken from it...one thing can be sure..whatever saw these events transpired went utterly unnoticed by the populace~
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*A Gundarakite peasant, and well dressed man attemptedto report a murder of a Barovian woman to the guard, who non chalantly dismissed their efforts, much to the pairs concern*
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The Valentin 'family' is seen more and more about the Slums of late. Dartov the father simply running his jobs to support his daughter and pay the wages of the nanny.
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Under the dark shroud of Old Night, close to the Witching Hour, a brilliant blaze, and a loud peal of thunder roared over the slums. The column of smoke could be seen as far away as the other side of Lake Zarovich as the Gaping Wound was set ablaze. Broken glass and splintered boards litter the streets where the derelict old tavern once stood. The skeleton of the building still stands, the charred black remains of what was promised to be rebuilt and reopened again, and again.
Rumors speculate that a handful of lightcarriers as well as garda were present when the building was set fire. Eye witnesses recall a strange smell, and the upper levels of the building exploding outwards, then collapsing upon the base as the embers raged. No casualties have been reported from the fire itself. . . however, in the mid morning hours, a looter by the name of Herbrek Rustinov was found crushed to death beneath the weight of a support beam that had apparently fallen upon him as he tried to make his way through the rubble, looking for anything valuable that could've been salvaged from the wreckage.
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A young Barovian man is seen in Tigans cursing Old Noapte and outlander alike whilst drinking heavily at the news of the Gaping Wound, Patrons would comment on how moments before he started drinking he tossed a large stack of documents into the fireplace.
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A rotting stench in one of the empty homes in the slums has revealed quite a scene, including the leftovers of a corpse that can only be assumed to have been a smuggler or hired Borcan mercenary of sorts. The state of the body leaves much to the imagination, but the weaponry and torn armour hint towards it. The easels in the corner amidst the pools of blood and sea of scratchmarks on the walls and furniture indicate the smuggling of art or art forgeries. Judging from where the event took place and the brutal evidence, wererats would be the most likely or obvious culprits behind the savage deed. Besides one of the easels being empty, the only other thing that was missing was a coinpurse, although the man may not have been paid yet.
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Onlookers and passers by in the streets of the slums might have noticed a scruffy looking Gundarakite man being hounded by a member of the local Garda. As it looked like things had begun to go south, a red haired Barovian woman stepped out of the shadows and interjected, insisting that the man cleans the floors of the Prancing Nymph gentleman's club. When asked what this Gundarakite's name is, she pauses and then snorts with laughter, remarking that she: "Has only ever called him dog." The two depart quickly in the direction of the club, the woman muttering at him beneath her breath..
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Some may have noticed lieutenant Dumitrascu dragging his feet down the road with the bloody corpse of a boy cradled in his arms. The destination of the grief stricken officer being the Morninglord temple in the slums.
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The homes of several of Vallaki's poorest Gundarakite families woke up the morning with carepackages of food and warm clothing on their doorsteps. The donations were anonymous, and no one has taken credit.
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In the dead of the night a man's screaming could be heard, mixed in with hysterical sobbing. The anguished cries were coming from a particular home in the slums, one that had belonged to the one time dancer, Serafim Ianescu. If anyone was brave enough to look inside come morning, they would find the man, her father, dead. His throat ripped cleanly out and the house in shambles. The crib where her daughter, Felicity slept was over turned and written on the walls in her own fathers blood were the words "Where is my daughter?!"
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A halfling in all black is seen paying fangs to inn keepers about any information on any lamordians coming and going in each inn in Valkari.
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As the night falls, a woman wearing a morninglordian robe and helmet is seen moving around looking for bodies of people murdered by the garda. When she finds one, she stops and prays next to it for some time before moving onward to another.
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[Small flyers start popping up]
Families, refugees and citizens.
Any who wish save sanctuary from this conflict.
Collect your most valued possessions and head to the Lake Zarovich Fishing Lodge.
If you re unable to flee from the city alone, light a candle in the window.
We will find you.
Luck and Light
The Silver Lining.
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Word soon spreads that the Prancing Nymph is under new management, and new members of the staff have been hired already. Even with General Ionelus declaring martial law, new life is breathed into Vallaki's most curious of establishments.
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Whispered words pass amongst some in the dark corners of the Slums and the back alleys of the Market district. Some say that the Red Vardo will smuggle Gundarakites, Outlanders, and Barovians wishing to escape martial law and the looming war out of the city, bringing them to safe location to wait out these troubled times. Being the Vardo, it's said that this will come at a price, but is it known that those that wear the Red and Black do not offer lackluster services....
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A mere hour before the first rays of dawn settle over Vallaki's streets, a woman's scream I heard to break the dawn's silence. Any foolish enough to be out on the streets early might have seen a woman stumble from one of the run down houses, features hidden beneath the cowl of her trail cloak.
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Rumors circulate the slums of the Vallaki Garda, Lance Corporal "Marius Valeriscu" making a major bust on opium, one man's body was seen being hauled by the guard's from the scene of the crime, along with trei large bags, said to be of opium.
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A body has been found in an abandoned house in the Slums of Vallaki. Found hung by the neck, the suicide case appears to have gone unnoticed for some time. Despite the state of the body, it has been identified as one Erika Dumitrascu.
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A garda while patrolling the Slums this afternoon could have sworn he saw Natasha Orlov, hero of Vallaki, walk through town and to the warehouse district.
"Could it be her? I though she was dead".
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As the morning falls, writings in blood red can be found on the walls of buildings in the slums. Their message is mostly about death.
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An odd occurrence was seen in the slums. A mysterious man in full armor delivered care packages of food and warm clothes to the streetwalkers in the Vallaki slums. He never said a word, never asked for anything in return. When the girls returned from working the drag, they found their pimp to have been violently bludgeoned to death.
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A horrible scene was discovered this morning in the Vallaki slums, two bodies that had been dismantled by the evening rats lay sprawled on a living room. The door to the house was hanging intact and ajar. One of the men was identified as Vital Brojov, a local street pimp, and the other was Broja Kurnan, a cobbler, and the man who owned the house. In the basement would be found a variety of empty cages and restraints, food bowls, and a surprisingly large quantity of opium cut with whiskey. There is no sign of what was in the cages.
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Word spreads that a dim light can be seen through the murky windows of The Gaping Wound once again.
Mercenaries and cut throats alike have been seen coming and going in the failing light of day.
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Rumors circulate of dead bodies left in the streets; women butchered and children gone missing. The Garda are on high alert and seem even more xenophobic in general. Nothing is for certain but many agree on one thing; The city of Vallaki has become all the more dangerous.
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Rumor spreads quickly that a large transport of grain is planned from the distant country of Dementlieu. Weather is true or not, nobody knows.
//OOC: i leave it to the dms to post people reaction to this
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Freak storms have hit the Zarovich Valley, crops and fields laid to ruin. Already many within the Grey City have seen a drastic rise in the price of grain and vegetables. The poor of the Slum District have already begun to strave.
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Within the old, abandoned hospice in the slums, an anchorite of Ezra is often seen, providing food to those who will have it and tending to the sick in the slums. The supplies of clean bandages and sheets are restocked regularly.
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Word spreads quickly amongst the neglected and forgotten of Vallaki, that a kind man in Green Robes offers food and shelter to the orphans of the Slums. An outlander, Nathaniel the Anchorite seems to have attracted the notice of the humble folk of the Grey City.
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The efforts of the Toret and the of the Morninglord faith in the city are felt - a warmth in this cold. But as their reputation grows and their food stores and sources become known the lines grow larger as more and more people overlook their prejudices in the way of self-preservation. The Toret's hospice will be mostly left as it has been - the sick and especially needy coming to him... but the temple in the slums will begin to feel the strain. Even the recent delivery of venison from some kindly fey will not be enough as things grow more dire. . .
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After completing his morning tour of the outskirts Decebal Cuza goes out each day and gathers as much food as he can from the surrounding woods, berries, mushrooms, deer. On one particular day, he returns with the aid of a hooded accomplice delivering what seems to be the meat from three massive bears, enough to feed a few families for a week, a mere drip in a pond, but at least it's something. He deliverers this food to the morninglords, steering clear of the Ezrites
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Even as supplies run low within the hospice, the resident anchorite does not turn away those coming to seek his aid, barely eating enough to sustain himself. As he is seen going over the supplies list in the small office room, those who reside within the shelter cannot help but notice his worried expression, even though he will offer words of comfort and encouragement to the poor.
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The Akiri woman, Tali can be seen placing small tins of food at the door to every home in the slums just before dusk and then she retires to the Hospice with the Ezrite Toret.
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A foreigner clad in simple, rustic browns and always masked with strange attire has been extorting the local populace with outrageous prices for even the simplest of food stuffs which is often of the poorest quality, long stale, mouldy or plain rotten. This profiteering from the misery of others seems to be on the increase as well as a steadily growing number of armaments supplied by the same individual...
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Despite the hospice's supplies running thin, the resident anchorite has been seen traveling the slums, delivering what supplies he can spare to the homes of the poor just before dusk.
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The girls who have gone missing only to return with right lips about their disappearance seem to be working together to hunt wolves during the daylight hours of the nearby forest, apparently in attempt to bring in meat, warm furs, and a reduction in the more palatable animal's natural predators.
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The arrival of a large chest of food - primarily crocodile - has been announced. The delivery was made by the Ezrite Ser Zidonne LeFebvre, the Knight of Song from Dementlieu, and Cael Hawklight. The chest contains enough meals to feed nearly five hundred for the week, and was given to the care of Nickoli Ciobotaru of the Morning Lord Church. The chest awaits garda regulation in the Morning Lord Slums temple, and will begin to collect more donations at the ready, as well as feed those in need.
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Warden Caterina Morello has been seen delievering food to the houses of people in the slums.
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Early in the morning the Ezrite Toret cant be seen leaving the hospice, bag slung over his shoulder, church business on his mind. Meanwhile the Akiri woman, Tali, seems to have taken over his duties in the hospice, welcoming all those who need food and shelter from the unforgiving night, with open arms.
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[The volume of people that Tali sees within the hospice almost triples overnight, once word gets out that the stores of food given to the temple of the Morninglord in the slums have been confiscated by the Vallaki Garda. There is panic in the air, as many of those starving believe that the Vallaki Garda might just seize all the food offered here, too...]
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[Word spread quickly throughout the slums that Romulich imported a large shipment of tubers and grains, and were giving away loaves of bread and bowls of stew in a makeshift kitchen set up outside the Prancing Nymph. Indeed, Mikal himself was present, asking the peasants why it wasn't the Ionelus doing this? What actions have they taken to help feed the people? His words began to resonate with the people, "Say what you will about my family, but WE are the ones providing in Vallaki's time of need!"
The peasants dispersed without conflict, but many were left grumbling about the Ionelus' lack of action...]
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[Rumor spreads that a woman in white was seen delivering a large crate of apples to the hospice, early in the morning. Rumors are there may be food in the building.]
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[Mikal Romulich himself has been outside the Prancing Nymph, speaking loudly to a group of peasants who gathered for food.]
"The Ionelus have done NOTHING to ease this famine, they have not brought in food nor seeds for the farms! The garda have been blaming the Wachters for sending spies to steal our food, they have blamed them for stealing our seeds, but I have it on good word that last night the Vallaki guards instigated a fight with the Wachter guards, even shooting a son of Vallaki with an arrow for accepting food from them. How many other offerings of food have the Wachters tried to give that have been turned down out of the Ionelus' pride? Do not blame the garda for this, their job is to follow orders. And their orders are clearly NOT to help Vallaki in its time of need!
We, the Romulich, are forming a new militia to take over the duties the Ionelus will not see done! All militia men will be provided arms, armour, and three meals a day. The first tasks will be to get the farms in order, to get crops growing, and to guard the crops against theft and vandals. I want to be able to offer all farmers who need guards to have guards. It is time for the real problems we are facing to be addressed, instead of wasting the lives of men and women on the Ionelus' sense of pride!"
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Changes afoot at the Wayfarer Lodge: the outlander band of adventurers has apparently had both its Trustees resign over the course of the past couple of days...
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The Golden eyed Trustee of the Wayfarers was seen leaving the city eastbound just after the gates opened.
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Chirurgeon to many who reside in the Slums of Vallaki, Roselyn Lacusta, was seen being lead through town in shackles to the Citadel. She was escorted by a total of four guards and despite how grim the situation appeared, she remained silent and cooperative.
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The Morninglord Lightcarrier Gabor Czako is seen often in the slums, particularly in gundarakite populated areas, his goal is to aid young children in learning how to read, his tools are the morninglord's dogma, and a few other books, one in particular is the history of Gundarak and Barovia, he seems adamant about teaching the -truth- about their past which is likely to gain him enemies on both sides of the aisle
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A reserved and quiet figure wears the new face in the Tigan's Rest, and evidently is there to stay for the time being. Often he can be found there in the evenings, drinking the beer and watching the various shady individuals quietly as often as he eavesdrops on the drunk patrons. Armed though he may be, he has the look of a Barovian commoner and yet sits apart from locals and criminals alike for the moment..
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[A hustle and bustle at the Wayfayer Lodge, with the kitchen fierce, boiling, bumbling, cooking up a storm of savory, sweet warm aromas that drift out into the cold, hard cobble streets]
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Rumors spread of a mass murder in the slums. Behind the Morninglord sanctuary, a pile of blood drained corpses filled the air with the stench of death. The Vallaki Garda sealed off the alley streets, investigating the crime.
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Several nights have passed over Vallaki, and the reports of murder and blood has ceased. Residents of the town still remain cautious but gossip that the one or ones responsible for the dark deeds have moved on or been slain, though no definitive answers have been provided by the guard. Some of those who have lost loved ones are angry but the majority remain in a state of mourning. It will take some time for the lost to be forgotten in the memories of their companions.
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Word spreads among the downtrodden of Barovian and Gundarite alike in the slums, and even the odd newly arrived outlander of a young female sunkisser lightcarrier by the name of Lauel Martovich the past several weeks offering fresh caught game, butchered and smoked meats, fish, warm clothes and cloaks, as well as offering woodworking repairs to those in need. She is also seen sometimes attempting to given a small sermon on Hope and Forgiveness, and other similar tenants of the sunkisser faith among the downtrodden. She is most often seen these days early in the mornings just before and after sunrise, noon time, and just before and after sunset wandering the slums looking for any too weak, cold, or sick/injured to get to the eternal dawn temple for aide, food, shelter, or simple help.
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The Sunkisser woman known as Lauel is once more frequently active about the slums aiding the downtrodden with food, warm cloaks, wood for fires, offers of repair work and injury treatment, as well as just before each dawn, and just after dusk seen carefully looking through the various alleyways, corners, and such for any too sick/injured/weak to find aide on their own. She is even often seen giving scraps of food to the scattering of dogs and cats that roam the streets at times.
Recently too she has tried giving hopeful sermons to any in passing, though her stuttering halting speech often gets her more laughed at then seeming to do any good in inpiring the downtrodden, though this doesnt seem to dissuade her as one fellow lightcarrier in the Eternal dawn temple remarking on this got a reply of "..Th...their laughter even to myself still may cheer them up e...even if for a time.."
The recent morning also brought the Enteral Dawn temple several large stocked bottles of bear grease in storage, useful for those seeking lantern oils, warding off the fading chills of the last winter days or nights, as well as smoked and fresh venison and bear meat.
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Lightcarrier Lauel Martovich is seeen in the coming tense hours before the attack escorting Mother Lizuca and others into the slums temple, as well as several peasants who sought shelter there.
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In the aftermath of the battle in valiki in the early morning hours before sunrise as many natives and outlanders alike seek shelter, rest and healing, the light carrier known as Lauel is seen combing the wreckage for injured on either side of the divide and lending what aide she can. As well as offering food, shelter at the eternal dawn temple, and any other supplies she can spare. Even in the depths of night the young native strode forth in the night to seek those too injured to get help or trapped from fallen rubble by the siege weapons. Later as the dawn would break she was seen at times helping to put out the flames, alone or in small groups with others.
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Those of the Morninglordian cult would find themselves assisted by the next, Wachter men and Vallaki men, together, helping clean the rubble. Though there is a tenseness, the order seems to have been set, for now...
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Gossip floating through the back-streets of Vallaki tell that despite the turmoil within the city proper, the Tigan's Rest has remained open. Some say that there is work to be found when speaking to the right patrons...
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A young Barovian girl has been seen and heard heading to both the Tigen's rest and the Gapping wound. seeking employment. while she was able to speak with the owner of Tigen's rest She left a note and slids it under the door of the Gapping wound. reading the following
[Sofia Vâduva seeking employment as either a waiter or bartender. I can be found around the broken bell or Lady's resting place.
( Send me a PM IG or message on forums if need to set something up)
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Notes renewed as towns folk watch a young Barovian women moving between the taverns of Valiki. One note passed to the bar tenders and another one slid under and nailed to the door of the Gapping Wound. The notes read as follow
" My name is Sofia Vâduva, I have traveled from the Village of Barovia seeking employment here in the city, I have had a slight experience working as a barmaid and server. If there is any availability or if there is someone I could speak to more in person on the matter of working I can normally be found at the Broken Bell in the city during the Night. If I am not there feel free to leave a letter.
*signed* Sofia Vâduva"
(Send me either a PM IG Or send me a PM via forums to set something up.)
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[With the first full moon of the new year, Fanton Griswold came and went - a young widow suffered greatly as the children she bore with her late husband had their faces stolen from her. Thankfully, however, those were the only casualties this fateful night, as a heroic outlander woman, a female halfling by the name of Saraphina Heatherworry, offered her own face to Fanton Griswold in exchange for the bogeyman claiming no other lives that night. Countless children were saved by this heroic act of self-sacrifice - an act of self-sacrifice that the Barovians will not soon forget.]
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[Several large swarthy Barovians are seen loading chairs, benches, and kegs into the Gaping Wound. Rumor is the Wound plans to hold a fist fighting contest open to the public, with prizes, bets and a final round between two long term rivals. No posters or fliers are put up but day and night more is loaded into the run-down tavern, and large men practice in the building for the upcoming spectacle]
(countdown (http://www.timeanddate.com/countdown/generic?iso=20150109T18&p0=42&fg1=ff605a&msg=Fight+Night&csz=1))
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[Word quickly spreads of an attack upon the Tigan's Rest in the middle of the night by a roving band of Caliban and their warlock allies. Many denizens of the slums are fearful that their lives are at risk from these same marauders, a smaller number are willing to say that it is only a mark of fate against the thieves and blackguards that supposedly dwell there, their ill ways caught up to them. The city watch have heard these rumors too and have sent men to investigate, as well as reinforce the area in order to quell the feverish mutterings. What terrible things happen among the poor and the vulnerable...]
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[Rumor spreads through the slums and back-streets where the Garda rarely roam, that there is an immense cash reward placed on the heads of the Caliban residing beneath the city. The names of such targets, as well as who has put the bounties out remains in speculation]
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Hushed talk runs through out the city as dawn comes, of a possible attack on the city as many woke to find arrows lodged into their doors while others were greeted with a trap. Many fear for their children as they see the writing and runes in blood scattered through-out the city.
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A piece of paper is slid under the door of the Wayfarer Kinship Lodge
"Ziefer Contoes [However you spell it] A woman was found held hostage along with a woman of importance recenlty by a man named Dieter who bore fangs. She is a wayfarer and requires the aid of a fellow wayfarer. She is at the nant in the forest sanctuary."
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Great excitement and preparations are already underway for tomorrow - the day of celebration (http://www.nwnravenloft.com/forum/index.php?topic=38953.msg505774#msg505774) of a great Barovian foe and celebration of the life of a hero - Simeun Radkov...
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Rumors about the disappearance of two women circulate in the slums. According to the rumors, the two women in question would have vanished just before the sunset...
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Under the dark cover of the night, flyers begin to appear around Gundarakite-centric areas in the Municipality of Vallaki.
"Brothers, Sisters, Sons and Daughters of Gundarak now is the time for action! Too long have we sat idle and become weak. Too long have we forgotten our past. Too long have we let ourselves be herded like sheep to the slaughter.
It is time we go back to the old ways. Harsh perhaps, but not harsher than the Barovians?
Sometimes the old ways are best, so I call upon you to unite under His name!
Together with His might we can be free!"
Rumours spread of a hooded black figure putting the flyers...
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[Dawnbringer Riley has been visiting the slums temple of the Morning Lord often, lately, asking around for any other fellow priests or priestesses of the Morning Lord to make themselves known to her.]
((Can PM me here on the forums or find me in game on Riley. :) ))
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[The forfarian ezrite Siobhan MacGillivray was seen delievring several boxes to various houses within the slms; Within the boxes one would find clothes, food and a short prayer to Ezra]
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Half of the Ezrite's "care packages" are left otherwise abandoned. Those that have been "harvested" often leave the prayers to the streets and the filth laying in them.
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After several months in Krezek the sunkisser cultist known as Lauel Martovich returns, and as is her usual way is seen offering help to those in need by way of freshly hunted meat, usually boar or vension. As well as offering free repairs to doors, walls, and window shutters with repairs made of sturdy oak
The smells of freshly cooking stews too can be smelled wafting from the Eternal Dawn temple in the slums as well early in the morning hours and through the day.
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[Vibrant posters spring up all through the slums!]
(http://iforce.co.nz/i/fzagls2q.hoi.jpg)
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Over the fast few weeks, well past the days last light. Explosions of colorful light can be seen in the dark sky nights over/near the slums, the beautiful colorful lights seem to shoot up from the ground, dancing about before exploding and casting their colorful light out into the darkness. The odd display lasts only seconds.
(("Firework, Spiralling" item))
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The sunkisser lightcarrier known as Lauel is seen dropping off a sizable bag of rat skins to the Ratter in the early barely post-dawn hours soon leaving with a supposedly sizable return bag of coin. Not long after she is seen returning a wedding ring to the bounty office. Afterwards on looking slum dwellers see her offering care packages during the day consisting of bought fruits and vegetables from the market and freshly butchered meat seemingly from her own efforts. The packages also contain when such is noticed a child's top or doll for any family with children both of which seem sewn or widdled by Lauel's own hands.
She is also seen preaching in her humerious stuttering at times speech the word of the Morninglord to any who would listen. During the coming evening hours she is then seen making rounds to the more back alley ways looking for any in need who are too weak or injured to get help themselves from the days events. Several of the dog mongrels around the slums are also seen being fed spare food and bones at this time much to their likely enjoyment.
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Certain more respectable elements wonder where the Ratter obtains all the Wolf Fang he passes out freely to maintain his bizarre fetish--especially whilst dwelling in a disease-ridden, piss splash of the Slums known to harbor the worst sort. Why is this reclusive purveyor of dead rodents never the victim of the unsavory shapeshifters who barely wait until darkness falls before preying upon anyone caught out of doors? They'll slit your throat for a copper, and yet never seem interested in the hordes of gold the Ratter must keep about his wretched charnel house?
The city guard would do well to investigate such a nefarious purveyor of flea-toting vermin corpses.
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Whispers among the fellow light carriers in the Eternal Dawn temple say that the local Barovian faithful known as Dragomir is courting the light carrier Lauel Martovich after the two shared an evening meal and have been seen actively working together quite a bit in the slums and in Valiki's areas to help others. Words abuzz among the men and women alike if the rumors of such courting are true or just misinformed views of bored light carriers and the other faithful at night.
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Murmurs spread how the Sunkisser cult seems to have gained a new light carrier among the faithful. A local slums man who lost everything including home and family in the not so long ago attack by the Wachters on Valiki has joined the Light Carrier ranks, seen having trained under the tutelage of Lauel Martovich.
Not long after by a day or so the young Sunkisser woman is seen with another faithful in robes training yet another of the Dogma of faith this man going by the name Alin another local Barovian man.
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Along side the Morning Lordian inititive in the Slums, a rugged duo of poor Dementlieuse brothers have also been seen helping dutifully. There is no word yet if they are apart of the church, and bear no affiliating marks or holy signs, however, the roguish Logan Bellamy has been spotted among them, as his reputation for doing good deeds takes clout.
Possibly unrelated, some of the poor have been seen to be coveting and pawning a gold ring or two, following the rogue's reprieve from his duties.
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Rumors spread that in the early evening hours the Sunkisser light carrier known as Lauel Martovich was attacked by a hooded figure and robbed of her coin purse, the figure was briefly restrained by the carrier before repeated dagger strikes to the stomach allowed the thief to make off with the sizable purse. Father Illie was later seen treating the severe injuries and the young woman is now bed ridden in the Eternal Dawn temple.
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[Posters begin to crop up in this area, bearing the seal of the Church of the Lawgiver. (http://www.nwnravenloft.com/forum/index.php?topic=40039.msg514501#new)]
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Talk slowly spreads among the few speaking of a woman in an odd black attire and mask asks around for a Jannys. The woman can normally be found in tigen's at night.
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Word begins to spread of a middle aged Lamordian at the derelict hospice. Rumors suggest he has been seen coming and going with supplies, hinting that he may be organizing the old building for use. Some of the freshest gossip suggests a sign hangs from the door when he is in, announcing him as Doctor Niklaus Von Burkhart, some kind of medical expert.
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Word goes around that two wererats killed several towns people and a few gaurda in bright daylight, there body's littered the streets. But two outsiders were seen fleeing true the city gate, did they try to help the good people of Vallaki or is there something sinister going on?
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[A grisly, nightmarish sight greets those who enter the slums come dawn (as well as those fools who walk the streets at night)-- next to the bounty office lies the half-eaten corpse of a decapitated man. He is a near-empty shell of skin and bone, his organs carved out with long, awful claws that have left their mark. Many of the bones appear completely without trace of flesh. His head is strewn across the way, staring eyeless at those who find it, its mouth agape.
Stuck to the wall, a note is written in blood;
"MOMENTO MORI
You are blind.
I will make you see.
Or like him, you will bleed."]
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Word of a bloodbath in the slums, a local thug and his henchmen butchered. Their mutilated bodies were found among the bodies of a number of Gundarakite inhabitants of Vallaki. What happened is as of yet unclear.
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Out of the Morninglord temple in the slums, finally, some relief for the poor and starving. Donations have been coming in of food supplies, warm clothes, new boots, and cloaks, free for those that need them. The beggars and homeless make good use of the freely given supplies, and maybe there is some hope for the winter months, however slim, that it might not be endured as awfully as it has been before. Also, word comes of sick and injured being healed of their illnesses, and given comfort. These might well be dark days, but at least there is some light yet, however slight.
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The slums were greeted on a recent morning by dozens of pairs of warm boots in the food area of the slums' temple.
These are similar to another large set delivered in late fall in that their craftsmanship is rather crude, as if made by an amateur's hand, but they seem sturdy enough, and the craig cat fur they're made from is quite warm.
((happened just before the NCE, just forgot to post))
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Prior to the close off of Vallaki and Barovia it's inhabitants at the Morning Lord's temple were treated to various wares not to be sold but donated at the left platform for those who are new to the mist. Along with food, bows, boots of various fur, coats, and capes, donations of gems were also lay before the main priestess of the temple to help the church thrive and continue during it's harsh times. All who stay there would not that it was the Woodsman who was dropping these things off and when asked he but only smiled and continue wood working outside the temple before the following days of his disappearance.
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The morning Dawns for those in the slums seeking clean clothes or replacements at the Eternal Dawn slums temple. There they find simple but sturdy leather work boots ready for hand out. As well as fresh food and supplies of all mundane sorts.
Also a familiar face traveling around the slums is that of light carrier Lauel Martovich who is seen preaching the the faith to those who wish to listen, tending mundane injuries for those in need freely, and offering her services as a carpenter to aide in repairing homes to be more secure against the dangers of the night.
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Noapte has taken a twisted turn for those about the slums as of late. Each Eve abodes are plagued by a sudden rapping on their doors in the dead of night. Though none dare open the door, lest the legions of night claim them for their foolishness, the intrusion in the midst of noapte has set the locals on edge as of late. Even more worrying is the fiendish knocker's tendency to leave scraps of foodstuffs about that attract the attentions of oversized rodents to claim the undefended scraps of food. As such the nights about the slums have been abuzz with the dreadful chittering of rodent-esque beings.
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Activity is seen around the Eternal Dawn Temple within the slums, that of the light carrier Lauel and other aides of the temple packing assorted goods and services for some sort of trip. Word spreads that within the coming day or so those of the faithful and their friends and allies who wish to join would be taking a bit of a trip to see where their faith leads them in providing hope and succor to those in need around Barovia's more wild areas
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Gossip says that Tiberiu Balan of the Drowned Rat Tavern was beaten brutally by a large caliban with a broom, who was not caught.
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[Small posters here and there in the slums]
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Seeking to hire a barber-surgeon for full time employment.
Speak with Kafka Tichy in the Gaping Wound.
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The Falkovnian man known as the Midnight Raptor has been seen in recent days passing through the more dangerous and forlorn alleys of the slums, seemingly inquiring about the so-called Outlander Coalition. The heavily armored figure moved about with glowing blue orbs for eyes and a cold aura that has raised the hairs of some people's necks. Something did not seem quite right about this man and he declared he would crush any who opposed him or the Count of Barovia. He had boasted that he had slain dozens of Invidian soldiers and had slain Sir Cyrus James Gallant. He allegedly offered 'a reward' for those who aid him.
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Late in the night, the horn of the Garda sounded from the Guardhouse within the Slums. For some time there were screams and the sounds of conflict, then followed by the frenzied sound of panicked footsteps and slammed doors. Come the morning a gentleman clad in green could be seen investigating the Guardhouse and bringing a gentleman wearing a black suit and hat from within, leaving him by the door briefly as he investigated inside. The doors were sealed shut until the Garda came to investigate; three dead Garda, attacked by tooth and claw lay dead inside, each with a white bedsheet laid over the bodies.
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The past few nights has seen the Lightcarrier barovian/vistani mixed woman known as Lauel Martovich stalking the streets the past through nights. Alleyways are carefully looked over as she seems to be looking for something or someone. Abandoned homes are entered and searched while better in shape ones fixed up a bit so someone homeless could use it if they wanted.
Lauel though seems angry over something, word among those at Tigen's rest say she has come in as of late and drank deeply of strong spirits then left only to return hours later near dawn to do the same before either passing out there at the bar or stumbling back to the slums' temple. All before repeating the process over and over through Valiki come the evening and next night.
During one drunken moment at Tigan's one of the low life's there would overhear her muttering in balok about getting revenge on someone named Urzica.
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The slums were rocked by several small explosions today. Any rushing to the scene would find the headless and charred corpse of a guard.
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After almost two weeks of missing it would seem some male outlander has found and returned the remains of the lost light carrier Lauel Martovich. After a painful raising and donation to father illie the young half-vistani woman was returned to life to recover. A few days later she is seen seeking out to the local guards to ask to meet with Lance Corporal Rodica at her convenience.
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*Some of these posters have made it to the streets above*
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From inside the Guard House there was a commotion that was heard from the nearby environs. The door was left open without signs of forced entry. Yet, a trail of blood could be seen leading out of it but whoever left was not seen.
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The fiend known as the Midnight Raptor attacked in the afternoon just after a large contingent of guardsmen set off to their duties. An officer of the Citadel defied his aggressor and engaged the monster. He fell just as a dozen guardsmen arrived at the fray alongside good samaritans. After a brief, yet intense engagement, they drove Matthias Piltz into the Residential where he fled after sustaining serious injuries, cursing those who fended him off.
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A local girl and another from the Arna clan from Kroffburg are seen cleaning out the hospice in the slums. New beds are brought in and the smell of cooking can be detected from within.
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An Elderly man wanders the Slums district throughout the day with boxes full of foods, ranging from chicken and bread to Mariska's pies, bottles of wine and vegetables. Also found in these boxes are bundles of clothing, for both men and women as well as cloaks. The elderly gentlemen hobbles around from dawn till dusk knocking on doors and leaving these foods with the less fortunate and homeless.
//OOC Images. The Supplies, [Some of them]
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//OOC The letters, which can be found along with the boxes.
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//OOC Little of the rp.
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Once again as the sun rises over the grey gloomy rooftops of Vallaki, an old robed man wanders through the downtrodden streets of the Slums leaving boxes of food and clothing to the unfortunate and poor, a second stop is the temple in the outskirts where he leaves upon a rug foods and bedrolls for those in need.
//OOC - Rp
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//OOC - Supplies given.
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Making the usual journey through the Slums district, the robed man leaves boxes of food and clothing for the needy before making his
way to the temple in the outskirts, setting up food and bandages for any injured or hungry.
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The old man makes his way through town once again, carrying his usual assortment of foods and clothing except this time he is accompanied by
Echo, as some know her, carrying many more boxes of food and clothing. The two make their way through the Slums district in the afternoon
offering the supplies to any who need them before ending the day at the temple in the outskirts with a bounty of rations and bandages for the
tired, hungry and injured travellers who may stop to rest there.
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[As winter settles upon Vallaki turning the grey city to white the elderly man is seen on his route with two companions, a young lady with dark hair who is known as Echo and an elf with golden hair and fair bronze skin. Some may recognise him as Tuldur Fermakiir of Degannwy. The trio make their way throughout town purchasing foods before delivering them to houses within the Slums district. They end their journey at the temple within the outskirts where rations and bandages are laid out for any travellers needing them.]
//OOC, the trio deliver the foods.
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[Something seems to be going around Vallaki's slums, accompanying winter's chill. Those passing through might note that more than a few men and women seem to be afflicted with some manner of foul sickness -- symptoms include, but are not limited to, the exposing of gums, the shrinking and drying of lips, severe coughing, and more. The Sanctuary of the Eternal Dawn in Vallaki's slums seems to be far busier than usual..]
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Two followers of the Morninglord were seen marching through the streets of the slums at night in hopes to discover more about this strange sickness. They spoke of the greater good and hope for a quick cure.
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The Wayfarers appear to have employed a new domestic. A young, raven-haired Outlander busies herself with airing linens, beating rugs, sweeping dust and cobwebs, and wiping down the Lodge's windows. She most often wears a blue frock and a small smile of contentment.
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[A bizarre and most curious state of affairs. The sickness that afflicted much of Vallaki's slums the past day or so seems to claim no more lives -- in fact, it seems to have passed through, or have abated. Dozens have perished as a result, but those who were dying have either died, or have been cured. Far more worrisome a trend is the inability of some, to find the remains of the fallen. They appear to have disappeared...]
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*with the beginning of spring comes an energetic red haired elf and a human in purple armor with stark white hair knocking door to door delivering parcels of food clothing and blankets to those in need*
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"The elderly man is once again seen on his route as he makes his way through the slums carrying boxes of food and offering them
to the needy, the Wayfarer amulet dangles from his cloak, held in place by a golden owl brooch. He ends his journey in the temple,
laying out food and bandages for those who need them."
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During the night another Garda is killed, his body draped so that gore cascades down the city walls. Bloody paw prints lead up to a smashed entrance to the corner tower.
Morning reveals several figures--most of them Outlanders--moving on the wall and trying to tend to the deceased, only to be arrested by the Garda for their trouble. According to rumor, at least four are ordered to find and destroy the vampires terrorizing the city or be executed for their trespass of government property. The hastily called tribunal gives them only two weeks to comply.
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"An Elderly time chiselled man happens upon the bodies of the fallen guardsmen 'to late', departing for safety he finds a lone
member of the citadel; a young man backed into a corner within the Slum's district. He doesn't speak nor move, a survivor perhaps?.
The elderly man stays with the garda till dawn arrives; the silence is only occasionally broken by the noise of puffs from his pipe,
as smoke escape the churchwarden styled pipe and fade into the darkened night, the two silent companions outlasting old noapte;
upon the arrival of dawn he departs for the Morninglord Temple for rest; Satisfied of his safety the doddery fellow then departs
himself."
//OOC
Coming across the fallen.
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The night guard
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Outlasting the night
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Almost dawn
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Survived old noapte
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Following an eventful day regarding a break-in by a local thug the Gaping Wound once again became the epicenter of trouble. Guards led by Corporal Rodica Stolojan entered the tavern followed by a local fat Borcan. Not long after, a garda's horn was heard across the Slums as a fight broke out within the seedy tavern. With the arrival of curious onlookers the bloodied Pochev Brothers Cezar and Dimitry were led by the garda back to the Citadel with two others following closely behind. Given the sordid reputation of the tavern it's hard to say what got the establishment in trouble this time.
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What appeared to be a drow or more probable a regular human was able to walk into Vallaki shortly after sunrise, with punctured bite marks on her neck, causing a local guardsman to flee in terror after briefly confronting them.
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The raven-haired girl who regularly cleans the old lodge in the Slums moves with observably less spring in her step, come morning. She airs the linens and sweeps, but every now and again pauses a moment to hold her hand to her forehead.
Once, she comes out of the lodge with her arms full of various empty liquor bottles. She winces as if in pain when they clatter into the trash barrel.
She closes the lodge door slowly behind her as she retreats inside and does not stir for the rest of the day.
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Rumors circulate of a guard abduction sometime in the last week. Hushed whispers of a fight between a lone guard and several dark clad people beating him to the ground and dragging him off.
"Rebels Rise!" was scrawled in blood on the wall where the scene took place.
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The early hours of dawn were witness to an unusual scene of violence in front of the Gaping Wound. Accosted by a trio of green-clad men and a well-garbed male in finery, the sun-kissed proprietor of the establishment, brandishing an axe, was subdued by a heavily armored pair after what seemed to be an argument of sorts. One among the men promptly tied down the motionless form of the axe-wielder, with the five making steady departure from the slums.
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A familiar looking Borcan Red Vardo Captain was seen walking about the slums of Vallaki. He put a sign that said 'Closed for repairs' on the Gaping Wound's door.
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"A familiar Barovian, Teodor Ursu would be seen in shackles being escorted to the Citadel from the Barracks by two of the Garda,
Reveka and a masked guard; the charges are anyone's guess."
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"A familiar Barovian, Teodor Ursu would be seen in shackles being escorted to the Citadel from the Barracks by two of the Garda,
Reveka and a masked guard; the charges are anyone's guess."
... Other accounts include the Captain of the Iron Sons, Teodor, proceeding to berate the two guards while he was hauled off to the citadel. The guards practiced restraint, simply suggesting him to not make further comments along the way.
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Clad entirely in black, hooded, drenched and stinking of filth; a man is seen staggering through the slums district from the East. He approaches the guard house and lets himself in. He is not seen exiting for some time.
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The slums are abuzz as rumors circulate amongst the downtrodden and weary that dwell there. The traveling priest of the Morning Lord calling himself Friar Sand, held an impromptu pig roast that he claimed was in celebration of the Holy Day of the Daylight Savior. The food was fine, and the halls of the simple Sanctuary of the Eternal Dawn were warm with brotherhood. As many as five Outlanders stayed until the wee hours of the morning, feasting, singing, and playing at games.
The Friar did however, give an unsettling sermon about the dangers of the Mist and those who would worship them, accusing the Mists of having an insidious purpose in bringing Outlanders to the realm of Barovia, and condemning those that would worship them, saying that they had much good in their hearts, and had done much for the people of Barovia, but are misguided in their worship. He went on to say that the clergy should forgive them, love them, and try to save them.
The devout of the Morninglord were confused by this message, as the church has always been tolerant and welcoming of all other religions. Others who heard of the event, but do not share their faith have been heard whispering: "Good, let the sun cultists and the Dilisnyan poisoners kill each other, and we'll be the better off for it."
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Loud, amphibious croaking and the shattering of glass joined the routine sounds of a Barovian night near the Wayfarer Kinship Lodge. Immediately the Lodge door was flung open, and light from it brightened the city streets as a group of adventurers emerged and fought their way through a pestilent fog and enormous frog-like creatures toward a sewer grate. There they waded deeper into the murky and disgusting water, disappearing from sight.
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[An influx of ailing peasantry filed into the Sanctuary of the Coming Dawn and Sanctuary of the Eternal Dawn with the rising of the dawn’s light. Their morbid, hollow coughs echoing into the air as they hobbled and shuffled across the cobblestone streets. Their shambling frames were accompanied by the stench of disease and the majority of those that came in contact gave a wide berth ‘lest they contract the affliction.
With the coming of the morning on the subsequent day, weary figures emerged from the sanctums of both temples, drenched in sweat, but complexion noticeably improved. A healthy flush to their visages and restored vigor in their steps. A buzz of gratitude echoed in small circles through the downtrodden littering the slums and districts of the Grey City - a conglomerate of the cult of the Morninglord and outlander-laden Wayfarer Kinship being credited with the culling of the most recent outbreak.
Chimneys belched streams of smoke into the air from a multitude of domiciles…cauldrons filled to the brim with water put to boil in many hearths]
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Rumors of posters being put up in the most deprived and ruined parts of the Vallaki slums district, something about the grip of winter, and making offerings to Auril.
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As the first papers of the Hand are pinned and see the light of dawn, new parchments side the walls, a threat to the Garda and a request of aid to the Hand.
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''THE DARK SUN PLEADS FORGIVENESS TO THE BLACK HAND
FOR OUR VISION WAS FOGGED AND UNCERTAIN THAT WE COULD NOT RECOGNIZE OUR BROTHERS
FOR OUR ARROGANCE MADE US BLIND THAT OUR BELIEFS ALIGN IN THEIRS
FOR OUR INTENT TO ACHIEVE GREATER GOALS LACKED THEE IN ABILITY AND THE MEANS
NOW WE BAND TOGETHER, AS THE HARBINGER'S WORD DICTATES
THE BLACKGUARDS OF THE SUN SHALL PUNISH ANYONE WHO STAND IN THE HAND'S WAY
FOR WE HAVE FORGED AN ALLIANCE GREATER THAN ANY BOTHERHOOD IN THIS LAND OF DECAY
WE WARN ANY FOOLISH ATTEMPT TO STAND AGAINST THE HAND, THEY DO NOT FORGIVE NOR FORGET
THE HARBINGER WILL PUNISH ANY WHO DISOBEYS AND TAKES UP ARMS AGAINST OUR BROTHERS
GARDA BEWARE!
YOUR FOOLISHNESS AND PUNYNESS AGAINST OUR BROTHERS OF THE HAND WILL COST YOU DEARLY|THE BLACKGUARDS OF THE DARK SUN SHALL BREAK IN YOUR HOMES AND GIVE YOU A TASTE OF WHAT TRUE FEAR TASTES LIKE
WE STAND AS ONE AND YOU STAND ALONE
EMBRACE DARKNESS, FOR ITS TIME HAS COME TO SWALLOW YOU WHOLE"
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A dark skinned man is seen moving furniture and fixing the windows of the Gaping Wound.
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Early in the morning, several warmly dressed figures are seen distributing the leftovers of what seems to be quite the feast to the poor and downtrodden in the slums of Vallaki. Everything from mutton, steak, chicken, fresh cheeses, and local fare like mitten and toucan are distributed, along with more unusual dishes -- cooked snails and some weird black fishy smelling stuff, to mixed reception by the locals. The bottles of fancy wine and cheap ale are gladly taken, all around, however.
Those giving food to the poor seem to be a mix of those wearing Wayfarer Kinship amulets and what appear to be some familiar faces within the Cult of the Morninglord. When asked, the feast appears to have been for some Outlander holiday.
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A sickly man was seen staggering his way through the slums until he made it to the derelict hospice. He was scarcely able to make his way inside and has not re-emerged since.
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[Not long after, the tall Lexington as seen going to the hospice, and spent much of the night working inside.]
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Warmth comes from the Derelict Hospice, and soothing smells of medicines. Food and medicines are brought in, free for the taking, people are whispering...The tall red haired man who could only be Lexington seems to have brought in fresh wood, and began cleaning up the place. A "Free Food" sign has been hung on the door knob.
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In the afternoon, a young Gundarakite girl is seen stumbling almost drunkenly down the cobblestoned streets- leaving a trail of blood in her wake. She is holding her left arm- which appears to have had a large chunk taken out of it, the bone of revealed. She makes it to Tigan's rest, and collapses in the street, before being carried away by a large Vos man.
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The Hospice in the Vallaki Slums seems to be open, with healers manning their stations, food, clothing, warm blankets, and a heraldry of welcome to the sick, lost,
and new.
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[The door to the Hospice has been boarded shut. A notice on the door]
Notice of Eviction!
By order of Sergeant Petrovic all inhabitants of this building are to vacate immediately.
Any found in violation of this will be subject to punishment under the laws of THEFT.
~Vallaki Garda~
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[Posters are slung up all over the slums area.]
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(( The Gaping Wound is hiring! Muscle, entertainment, barstaff- and whatever else you think you can bring to the table. Good pay, and good company. Contact Rika at the Gaping Wound to inquire.
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[Posters go up in the Slums.]
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A large group of men, and one female pitic, entered the sewers through a grate in the Slum District. A reduced, filthier and bloodier group re-emerged over an hour later, carrying the bodies of their comrades. Whatever they were hoping to do.. it seems they were unsuccessful.
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A man in battered armor was seen staggering his way about the streets of the slums, bleeding from a score of mild to serious cuts. He'd lurched his way about the district in a daze, both hands clamped firmly over his right eye socket, until finally shouldering his way into the Sanctuary of the Eternal Dawn and disappearing within.
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Dawn's first light reveals that during the night a grisly trophy has been stuck to the garda house door: a human face has been removed entirely from the skull and left along with a parchment of quasi-religious or perhaps philsophical ramblings.
The skin of the face is as brittle as the accompanying parchment, and close inspection indicates that someone appears to have desiccated it, as if attempting to make it into a crude and gruesome mask. Its condition leaves identification of the one-time owner impossible.
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A lone man was clattering about the slums at night, calling out at the buildings surrounding him in the winding alleys. A self important speech in Luktar, to most that would be awakened by his booming voice. The voice died down rather quickly, with only the faint sound of a closing sewer grate to follow.
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The long abandoned corner-house on Strada de Moarte seems to have gained a new tenant. The door is left open throughout the day and a short woman is seen sweeping dust out into the street. After a fair mound of soot and debris is forced out in front of the place, she is seen departing, only returning to haul bits of furniture back into the building.
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[A tall man clad in a gray cloak was seen delivering a sizable amount of lumber to the recently leased corner house on Strada Moarte, along with the warm, fresh baked goods from the local bakery.]
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Dawnbringer Loredana Vaduva was seen leaving the Garda Barracks just before dusk, blood soaking her hands, her expression one of complete exhaustion. She moved slowly through the alleys towards the Sanctuary of the Eternal Dawn where she stayed throughout the night.
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After many weeks of almost abandonment, the Wayfarer Kinship Lodge seems warm and inviting again. A slight, raven-haired young woman is seen cleaning windows and sweeping, a contented and even cheerful expression on her face.
After old noapte descends over the village, still a light shines from the Lodge into the streets and darkness surrounding it.
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A small and seemingly frail woman leaves the Citadel at dawn, her dress a gory mess. The summer rain washes rivulets of blood from her as she pauses a moment to let it cascade over her upturned face. She fumbles uncertainly for a key at the door to the Wayfarer Kinship Lodge before finally letting herself in and closing the door behind her, not to be seen again for some time.
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Little seen in Vallaki since her public beating, the raven-haired woman arrives by ship in the company of a green-clad Ezrite. The two speak warmly once on shore, with the Ezrite then heading west. The priestess buys a large, meaty bone at the butcher's and stops briefly at the Wayfarer Kinship Lodge before--sans bone--again boarding a ship and departing back east.
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The dawn is rent by keening, gasping cries of distress and fear. Ovidiu Francu, the young and well-liked apprentice of the butcher in Strada Moarte, was found—mostly—in the gutters, body parts slashed into pieces with a clean edge and strewn across a hundred feet of the city. Some of him is still missing.
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Another grisly murder has struck the municipality of Vallaki. Bogdan Stanca, a local cobbler, was found scattered in an alleyway near the dRowned Rat in hundreds of pieces. Only identified by his characteristic fancy footwear, the garda investigated the scene as it appears the assailant has struck once more.
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Some denizens in the Slums begin to take on a somewhat sickly disposition as rumor has it some new 'alchemical reagents' have been spreading through the underbelly of the city and causing somewhat of a stir.
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Stories unfold of a doctor and priest in blackncloak and garb offering aid and medicine to those fallen ill. Some locals have come to know of Doctor Nightscape and his goddess the Avenging Mother. Those slighted have slowly flocked to him on behest to cure the recent illnesses befall those of the slum. Some have even heard him to stay from other faiths and doctors as it is such mal practices that cause them illness. Some have seen him walking the night aiding those in need.
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Private Dumitru Nistor is often seen patrolling the Slums. He clearly knows the area well, checking every dark alley, investigating the abandoned buildings, checking on the patrons of The Tigan's Rest. Any which he discovers are ill, he escorts to the Morninglord Sanctuary
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A Borcan acolyte of Ezra seems to be venturing the Slums District, inquiring locals about the dangerous plague spreading, even entering seedier hubs like Tigan's Rest to obtain information on the latest gossip surrounding it. The unfortunate requiring aid that approach the acolyte are immediately dismissed and coldly told by the Borcan that salvation can only be obtained if one is part of Ezra's flock.
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Soon after the city gates open, the Wayfarer Kinship Lodge is seen enduring an early spring cleaning. The washed windows have been thrown open to let in brisk, fresh air, and laundered linens hang from the sills, drying in the sun.
Occasionally, dirty but soapy water splashes onto the cobblestone streets from an oaken mop bucket.
Passersby notice the smell of tea brewing and scones baking.
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Walking into the slums a dark cloaked figured in a well tailored suit dawning a gold mask speaks to the populous there. "You of the lower class have been plagued. Slighted because of ones greed or ones ambition. The Dawn helps you and yet is not here for you in nigh5 as you suffer. Ezra helps you only when it suits her when one become their flock. You need not suffer these slights. Nor should you suffer the indignity of churches so called charity. The Avenging Mother has no diffrence. If you are plagued you are slighted as I both doctor and priest will tend to you with all my ability at the ready. If you choose to accept the mother of the night I welcome you to my flock. If you do not the doctor in me will not turn from your suffering. Come ye innocent slighted by plague of ones ambition. Let the succor of the Avenging Mother be upon you and know her name for penance to those that prey on the weak."
Doctor von Nightscape would be seen working and healing around the cloak. Profesionaly warding himself medically and prayer so he may remain strong tending to victims. Though most barovians would be hesitant it is those desperate to be cured who would come. But he does not turn down anyone even rumored to head to the sewer to the less down trodded tending to them. The doctor accepts herbs which he makes to give to his patients often spending time at the hospices with children sharing stories and tales of his adventures.
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A few nights ago many beggars were ushered into the hospice inside of the slums to seek healing as other locales were becoming crowded with those seeking treatment. Unfortunately, after a bloody night, an outlander priest of Ilmater known as Eugen Goldis was found dead alongside those who sought shelter and care there as the sanctuary filled up with those seeking treatment by the Morninglord clergy. An off-duty guardsman was among that slain who went there to protect the sick from the dangers of old Night with his silver coated sword. A reminder of the danger of Old Night can sow on those seeking help from disease and illness that plagues them. Denizens, Barovians, and outlanders alike, removed the bodies for burial as the lower town of Vallaki suffers from relentless assaults of neuri and disease that has claimed the lives of dozens.
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Rumors begin circulating throughout the Grey City that the Vicar of the Morninglord faith suffered a horrible accident. She was seen being lead into the Sanctuary of Eternal Dawn by the Garda, no shackles but wearing a blind fold over her eyes. She hasn’t been seen since.
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Early in the week, a group of colorful oddballs have been seen cleaning out the old hospice in the slums, hauling out old and rotted furniture to be burned, heedless of the chill in the air.
Word is that a wealthy investor is intent on seeing the place operational again, and healing is being offered for the sick, food offered for hungry bellies, and a warm refuge offered from the winter winds for any Barovian brave enough- or down-on-his-luck enough- to tolerate the company of the goofy Outlanders who now run the place.
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In the early hours of the night, the sound of splintering wood and distant screaming could be heard from the area of the Garda's barracks. A closer inspection into that alleyway would find a most unsightly scene, one any curious cat might not wish to investigate further...
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The dawn of a new day brings a fresh patrol from the Citadel to relieve the guardhouse watch. Lance Corporal Teresca Mitrea lifts a hand to caution the two Privates in her company at the sight of the sundered door and the promise of what lay within. The young junior officer enters with her resplendent blade drawn and returns several minutes later, her face stricken and pale.
She speaks with some of the arriving outlanders but soon enough the guardhouse is barricaded from access. Eventually the sight becomes one of a small detachment of guards cleaning what had transpired within. The cobbles stain reddish pink as buckets of dirty water spill into the street yet the work seems unending. It is unfinished by nightfall but the guards do not seek shelter within, instead making their haggard, defeated march back to the Citadel.
The door remains sundered into a second night. The carpenter appeared slow in arriving...
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Private Anghelescu and Lance Corporal Mitrea took on the task of cleaning the bloodied Guard House. Saw dust was collected from the Crafting Hall and sown over soaked blood. The floor was thoroughly scrubbed, so did walls where bloodied messages were left. Bloodied carpets removed and replaced, all that remains are busted doors and a hit on the guards morale.
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As dusk falls, a pitic and garda are seen walking through the narrow alleyways of Vallaki's slums.
At the tolling of the sixth bell, the garda re-emerges onto the main thoroughfare, sans the pitic.
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During recent days a large fire burns brightly within The Gaping Wound, warming the small tavern during the cold Barovian nights. Small, half burnt candles illuminate shadows through the windows, signifying the presence of patrons within. Behind the bar a young woman with dusky olive skin and brown hair bustles about, pouring drinks and cleaning glasses while tending to her regular customers.
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Siobhan MacGillivray was seen going door to door throughout the slums delivering food to the homes of those in the slum...
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A young man with dusken skin and untrustworthy angular facial features has been spending his time annoying the locals along the main road with his exclamations about free food he is offering to those who need it. Some say he was accompanied by a woman, but this probably isn’t true. Who would want to talk to a man of such ill repute?
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The Morning comes and while usually the Vicar would have made her presence known through the downtrodden of the Vallaki slums, this morning she does not leave the Temple of the Eternal Dawn. In fact, she has not been seen since entering the building the night prior.
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Those visiting Rulinus the Ratter's house would find themselves needing to watch their step come morning, the welcome mat and steps leading up covered in a mess of fresh and not-so-fresh dung and the outer walls pelted with the stuff in some frustrated act of scatological vandalism.
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During the deep hours of night, a scream of frustration tears out of the Gaping Wound. Some hours later, near the break of dawn, the screams begin again, more numerous in number, though they are only wrought in anguish.
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Strange occurrences in Vallaki's slums this night. Unearthly light crept under doors and through the slats of shutters, accompanied by the voices of desperate women. This was night the first night that the lights have disturbed the fitful rest of Vallaki's destitute.. and it may not be the last.
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An old face was seen wandering into the Lodge... that of the weathered Chaplain, Audric Lacroix...
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A Souragnien woman is seen outside of the hospice in the slums, beside the Prancing Nymph, sweeping away debris and dirt with a broom. When she is thus working, she lights a candle by the door, in lieu of a window, indicating that the hospice is open to all who seek aid. Similarly, she has begun distributing fliers around the municipality of Vallaki.
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A Souragnien woman is seen outside of the hospice in the slums, beside the Prancing Nymph, sweeping away debris and dirt with a broom. When she is thus working, she lights a candle by the door, in lieu of a window, indicating that the hospice is open to all who seek aid. Similarly, she has begun distributing fliers around the municipality of Vallaki.
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The fliers are amended with a date of the event!
((This event will be held on the 1st of September, 5 pm EST/7 am AEST/10 pm BST! Countdown here (https://www.tickcounter.com/countdown/1401950/soup-kitchen-strada-sobolan).))
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[Word spreads of an entourage of men and women wearing red and black accompanying a blonde-haired gnome through the snake-like streets and alleyways towards the slums' staple, the perhaps infamous drinking-hole called the Gaping Wound.]
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A Souragnien woman is seen outside of the hospice in the slums, beside the Prancing Nymph, sweeping away debris and dirt with a broom. When she is thus working, she lights a candle by the door, in lieu of a window, indicating that the hospice is open to all who seek aid. Similarly, she has begun distributing fliers around the municipality of Vallaki.
(https://i.gyazo.com/879add4001270c621fa6cc2be29b9f94.png)
The fliers are amended with a date of the event!
((This event will be held on the 1st of September, 5 pm EST/7 am AEST/10 pm BST! Countdown here (https://www.tickcounter.com/countdown/1401950/soup-kitchen-strada-sobolan).))
((This is today!))
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The hospice is alive with activity in the evening, where the volunteers and workers have built a stall and are getting ready to greet any wayward travelers or hungry souls to feed them. The interior, in the evening, is lit, and bustling, with scents of food and spices wafting out from its rickety door.
(Month 10, Day 11! The soup kitchen is going!)
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A Garda returning from the Outskirts fell to an ambush just a walk further into Vallaki. He was swiftly back-stabbed by a warrior made of bones likely animated by dark and foul necromancy, then turned into a solid statue. Guards, Ezrites and citizens all were shocked and powerless at the scene. Moments later the man somehow managed to break free from the curse, going back to his self but he will likely be scarred for the rest of his life.
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Recently, come daytime, one of the slums working girls can be found near the Svalich Road, flaunting herself to any passers-by. The barovian looking woman may be a familiar sight to any other local residents in recent months, though rarely quite as brazenly close to the general public bustle. One can only assume she is emboldened by the dulcet jingle of outlander gold...
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One layperson of the Morninglord can be seen making more aggressive efforts in the slums as of late, setting up stations for a morning or evening with pots of stew and warm wool clothing. She spends her time speaking with any who might approach, asking after the needs of the community and trying to get to know the people.
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"What say you of charity, alms for the beggar man; soup from the ladle - It is a fine thing to say but entirely different to do it. So I say woe is the hearts of men who'd break the hand out stretched hand, or turn over the pot of kindness, plucking from it what little can be turned to ends of power. For in that act alone is true evil."
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In the early hour of the morning there was the sound of splintering wood, a door torn from its hinges and bloody murder committed. Turning a once house of healing into a charnel house. Dark figures were seen leaving the scene.
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A procession of shadowy figures slinks through the winding alleys of the Vallaki slums. The silence is shattered by sporadic gunfire and the twang of bowstrings as arrows and bullets fly from the darkness. Shouts and bats alike cut through the night air, accompanied by the flash and thunder of black powder. When day finally breaks there is little sign of the combatants.
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The familiar raven-haired priestess is again seen often at the Lodge, acting much like a domestic and from time to time welcoming passersby in for tea and scones. Those who remember her from years past might remark that she less and less resembles the youthful girl who first performed such labors. Though her manner remains friendly and kind, the sights and sounds of her rituals and prayers regular, she smiles a touch less, and her face might betray even great sadness...particularly when she thinks no one is looking.
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[A note is attached to the guard house door with an Axe]
WE STAND UNITED
We will not be intimidated. For each of us you unjustly slay more will rise. The fires of rage will not be extinguished. Not by the Garda and not by their bounty hunter lapdogs!
[There is a Red Palm and the familiar blue fox head at the bottom of the note]
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The Light Carrier Kerdic is seen leaving the Sanctuary of the Coming Dawn twice a day with a young wolf, taking her for walk around the city and into the farmlands, always on a leash. If he is stopped by people he does warn them to be careful and not to pet the wolf without warning, but also attempts to socialise the animal.
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Some time after this latest night has fallen, the perhaps familiar owl Sova returns to roost near the Sanctuary of the Morninglord in the slums. The huge owl can be heard hooting outside the windows, taking shelter in nearby attics and abandoned homes. From time to time at night she can be seen swooping at rats and enforcing the slums as her stomping grounds...and thieving whatever little items might be carelessly left outside.
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Most nights as of late, the acolyte Florette Patos can be found in the Sanctuary of the Morninglord in the slums, tending to the sanctuary itself and praying near the foot of the statue of the morninglord there between her sobs.
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I don't like it here. The people here are awful. They say I am stuck here forever. They call me "Fey-touched" ...
Oh... what I would give to be back in Silverymoon. Does the Lady Alustriel miss me? Let's be honest -- she doesn't even know who I am. I'll never see her beautiful face again... never shall I cross the Moonbridge.
If only she could see me now. Living in a squat and hunting rats to survive. Still, I cannot give up hope. Surely there must be some way to escape these misty lands...
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A young Dawnbringer was seen speaking with the garda in front of the Sanctuary of the Eternal Dawn before going back to an alley behind the temple following a blood trail. the blood on the walls of the Sanctuary of the Eternal dawn is slowly scrubbed off by the young blonde dawnbringer in the rain.
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A halfling was seen leaving a crudely written note outside the Vallaki guardhouse.
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With the recent slew of attacks within the grey city during the evening a member of the cult of the morninglord was seen patrolling the streets and back alleys of the slums. Other than some combat with the usual rats of the evening early in the night her patrol was quiet. As the dawn approached with a tired yawn they returned to and entered the Sanctuary of the Eternal Dawn.
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In the early hours of the morning the annoyed expression of one Mirabel Taltos is seen hammering on doors in the slums, practically flinging bags of foodstuffs and warm clothing bought from local markets at anyone who will answer. On the few occasions someone can manage to ask a question before she’s stomped off, she only has one explanation.
“S’a matter of pride.”
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In the late hours of the Barovian night, a scuffle occurred that resulted in a horn being blown outside the Guardhouse, but as quickly as the horn blew the fight ended, with a pool of blood sitting outside the Guardhouse door that trailed inside the guardhouse.
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The ringing clash of steel and hoarse shouting echoed out from nearby the Kinship Lodge. Anyone passing by would see the door ajar, blood smeared on the edges and running down to the cobblestones below, trickling out in a crimson web. The high pitched shrill cries of rats were cut off, one by one, the shouting dieing down long before the rising of the sun
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— A man's agonizing screams for help were heard throughout the slums the previous night. Bloodied claw marks littered one of the abandoned homes, fresh, though sans any bodies or the creature that spurned them. —
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Outside the Sanctuary of the Eternal Dawn a note written in blood appears in the night
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In the early morning before the sun rises the sound of shattering glass can be heard within the slums, an item tossed through the window of the kinship lodge. Act of a lone vandal or something far more sinister....
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Long iron nails fix a single sheet of parchment into the sign of the Sanctuary of the Eternal Dawn. The ominous portent states thus:
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Two armed individuals bearing the symbols of Ezra spent a night by the door of the Halan Hospice, guarding the door and surrounding it with holy water and garlic.
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Long iron nails fix a single sheet of parchment into the sign of the Sanctuary of the Eternal Dawn. The ominous portent states thus:
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A man dressed as a morning lord removed the nails and parchment come day.
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Long iron nails fix a single sheet of parchment into the sign of the Sanctuary of the Eternal Dawn. The ominous portent states thus:
(https://i.imgur.com/BtoSEP5.png)
A man dressed as a morning lord removed the nails and parchment come day.
The selfsame message returns to the temple not long after its removal. This time, it has been carved spitefully into the stone edifice of the building.
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Outside of the Sanctuary of the Eternal Dawn a single sprig of woundwart is placed before it. In contrast a shattered vial is next to that
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Outside of the Sanctuary of the Eternal Dawn a single sprig of woundwart is placed before it. In contrast a shattered vial is next to that
Come dawn a man dressed as a light carrier came and swept what glass he could away and picked up the sprig of woundwart
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Outside of the Sanctuary of the Eternal Dawn, Late at night two figures could be seen talking, Soon their voice raised into yells as they argued, after they parted ways one vanishing into the night the other returning to the Temple.
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During the night a bloody pentagram is drawn circling the sanctuary of eternal dawn
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In the night there is a single cry out in pain before silence, a corpse found in the road surrounded by a pentagram with it's heart removed lays in the road. The heart is near by, in front of the sanctuary of the eternal dawn
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A scuffle in the night, A quick yelp and a bloody knife as two figures flee the scene. One crawling toward the gate, the other running for the Sewer.
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In the pre-dawn hours, the steady gait of a lone pair of boots echoes down the city streets. Any night owl who happened to peer from a window or door would have seen the pale-skinned, dark-haired, half-elf Knight Templar striding around the city, head unconvered, greatsword slung haphazardly over one shoulder, and jade eyes staring at nothing as if lost in thought.
In the slums, he slows, then staggers over to a wall, where he seems to have some difficulty breathing. At the sound of approaching footsteps, he quickly dons his helmet with trembling hands.
A woman in martial garb accosts him, and they speak until well after the sun rises.
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Painful cries of two women filled the night sky. As the dawn breaks, curious Barovians will wake up to find the mutilated bodies of two women in front of a broken house door to the northeast of the slums. Locals will recognize the bodies as Romana and Daniela Istrates, a mother and her daughter.
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Come the early mornings of dawn as soon as the gate opens the grave keeper known as Bandages is seen hauling a large rack of wood, meats, and other things towards the Slums of Vallaki. Having crafted a box and sign paying some outlander to write
"Donations to the Needy in the Municipality"
The man leaves scores of ration tins for families and chunka of wood for fires to keep them warm for the winter. Those local wood see him lumber off with out word back into the forboding woods with bow at hand.
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Late at night a man in the armor of a Lighcarrier stepped out of the Sanctuary of the Eternal Dawn. Turning, he drove a glowing spear through something that had been built next to the door, then walked off into the night.
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A golden-haired young half-elven woman in a brown jacket could be seen accompanying a drowsy one-armed redhead through the western gate, leading her to the Sanctuary of the Eternal Dawn. Neither of them would emerge for some time afterwards.
Those who knew their faces would recognize the redhead and half-elf as Dawnbringer Bela Zingarros and Aela Lathyaan, respectively.
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As the dusk falls; the body of a red-haired Morninglordian is carried into the Eternal Dawn by a man wearing a black and red cloak, accompanied by a sobbing Priestess and her Lightcarrier. Loud wails of grief can be heard from within moments after, and the noise does not stop for hours.
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During the twilight hours a figure in a blue cloak is seen dashing through the alleyways on the southside of the slums. The low sound of rattling wood followed by quickened steps could be heard by anyone taking a fleeting interest.
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Word starts to spread among the downtrodden of the Slums of Valiki. The Morninglord clergy it is said with planning being lead by Light Carrier Lauel Martovich is soon to be offering aide to those in need and who request it services to repair homes inside and out. Ranging from things such as doors, window shutters, to furniture and more. They will also be offering food delivery, clothing and such as well during this time. When this event is to happen is not exactly yet known but is said to possibly be happening in the next week. In the meantime Lauel Martovich it is said is taking donations of beech, oak, food stuffs, clothes, and coin donations for the event when it is to happen.
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Word starts to spread among the downtrodden of the Slums of Valiki. The Morninglord clergy it is said with planning being lead by Light Carrier Lauel Martovich is soon to be offering aide to those in need and who request it services to repair homes inside and out. Ranging from things such as doors, window shutters, to furniture and more. They will also be offering food delivery, clothing and such as well during this time. When this event is to happen is not exactly yet known but is said to possibly be happening in the next week. In the meantime Lauel Martovich it is said is taking donations of beech, oak, food stuffs, clothes, and coin donations for the event when it is to happen.
The word of this event continue to echo around the Slums, the light carrier of the Dawn cult it is said waits patiently through out the coming days for any in need to approach her in the Eternal Dawn temple with supplies, or requests for repairs.
OOC: Event is to take place today at 430pm US Eastern time.
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[New writings appear on the walls at night]
Some of them are in Luktar
RISE YOUR HEAD! NO TAXES WITHOUT RIGHTS!
Others in the trade tongue
SVARI IONELUS PIG! DARE TO SHOW YOUR FACE IN THE STREETS!
//OOC: Marked in game
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[A cloaked Barovian woman is seen going around the slums leaving carefully wrapped bundles of firewood as winter swiftly approaches. She speaks no words as she goes about her business]
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Over the course of approximately a week, a young half-gundarakite/half-vistani woman is seen begrudgingly handing out bread to any poor Barovian beggars who wander by her makeshift stall.
She occasionally converses with passers by, but generally wears a scowl and is unwelcoming to any who try to engage her in conversation.
The bread, however, is always fresh and usually warm.
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[Strange activity abound in one of the slum's many abandoned properties. An armored figure in green and white trudging about back alleys, hauling lights and basic amenities in and out throughout the day. When night breaks, candlelight may be seen spilling out from under the door and through boarded windows. It seems the house has found a new occupant.]
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As silent as a ghost, a young Barovian woman in the pink and gold robes of the Morninglord's faith is seen moving through the Slums, her destination seemingly the Sanctuary of Eternal Dawn. In the grey haze before the chorus of morning, she is seen carrying a large bundle of cloaks; bound for the Orphanage, an urgent delivery of warm padded cloaks for the kids. Each cloak embroided with a dawnburst icon at their hems.
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The candle outside the hospice in the Slums glows bright, healers in residence.
As night falls, an armoured man in a white cloak bearing a clasped hands symbol exits to douse the light. He returns inside and the door is locked.
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Word is spread mostly from the locals of a creature which roams through the night, and seems to patrol the streets of the city. It is described as a creature covered in armour that seems to be hovering on a floating core. A few eye witness accounts would describe it striking down wererats with the utmost effeciency, piling up the bodies for easy clean up the next morning. Some accounts would claim that it even helped some people who were caught out at night.
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A trio hurry through the rain this morning, two of them clad in matching blue formal-wear, suited to a wedding. They make haste to the hospice, spending a short time within, and leave before dusk falls.
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[Two bodies are found in the slums of Vallaki, both wearing robes of the Morninglord, following the wake of two screams that were cast throughout the old night. It seems they were on their way to the sermon held at dusk, falling just short of sanctuary. The throats of the dead were ripped out, bodies now entirely drained of blood and death left to the sanctity of the noapte. Even still, their countenances were contorted into a permanent expression of abject horror, their dead faces stuck screaming their last moments of torment...]
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The candle outside the hospice in the Slums glows bright, healers in residence.
That evening it is doused.
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The candle outside the hospice in the Slums glows bright, healers in residence.
It has since been doused.
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The candle outside the hospice in the Slums glows bright, healers in residence.
It has since been doused.
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The candle outside the hospice in the Slums glows bright, healers in residence.
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Blood is daubed on the ground before the Hospice, cruel words written in it. It is soon cleaned away, but the place is locked up afterwards, only being entered by figures in white robes, and a trio of Garda. At dawn one day a procession of veiled and hooded holy people leaves, carrying a number of bundles wrapped in cloth that look like bodies.
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Some time later, the candle is seen lit once more, and the door unlocked. Healers in residence.
Later it is doused.
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Some time later, the candle is seen lit once more, and the door unlocked. Healers in residence.
It has since been doused.
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The candle outside the Hospice is seen lit once more, and the door unlocked. Healers in residence.
As evening approaches, it is doused.
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The candle outside the Hospice is seen lit once more, and the door unlocked. Healers in residence.
In the evening it is doused.
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The candle outside the Hospice is seen lit once more, and the door unlocked. Healers in residence.
It has since been doused.
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A disgusting view greets the office workers, as they approach the Vallaki bounty and commission office in the early morning.
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[The rats were cleared early in the morning, a small sign left in their place]
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The candle outside the Hospice is seen lit once more, and the door unlocked. Healers in residence.
With the evening bell, the candle is doused.
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The candle outside the Hospice is seen lit once more, and the door unlocked. Healers in residence.
The candle has since been doused.
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The candle outside the hospice is lit, indicating a healer is present.
The candle is snubbed
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For a time today any who were to walk past the Wayfarer's Lodge would find the door hanging open...and the smell of gore and spoiled meat drifting from within. The first to enter would find organs and a severed head scattered about the room, and scrawled in blood across the banner a coiled snake with bared fangs. The defiler, whoever it may have been, nowhere to be found.
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The candle outside the Hospice is seen lit once more, and the door unlocked. Healers in residence.
The candle is later doused.
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The candle outside the Hospice is seen lit once more, and the door unlocked. Healers in residence, and visits allowed during the day.
The candle is now doused.
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The candle outside the Hospice is seen lit once more, and the door unlocked. Healers in residence, and visits allowed during the day.
That night it is doused.
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The candle outside the Hospice is seen lit once more, and the door unlocked. Healers in residence, and visits allowed during the day.
At night, the candle is doused and the door locked.
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The candle outside the Hospice is seen lit once more, and the door unlocked. Healers in residence, and visits allowed during the day.
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The Gaping Wound is OPEN FOR BUSINESS.
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[At dawn in front of the guard barracks, a violent commotion rattled throughout Vallaki's slums. In the aftermath, nothing was left behind but the blood spilled on the cobblestones near the walls and the notable absence of Lance Corporal Grigore Olinescu, who failed to report for his shift following...]
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[The candle outside the Hospice is seen lit once more, and the door unlocked. Healers in residence, and visits allowed during the day.]
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In the late afternoon a short little Morninglordian in the signature orange and gold robes is seen going around the slums placing up pamphlets and greeting the residents of the area. As evening draws close they disappears into the Eternal Dawn Sanctuary at the toll of the bells, but their pamphlets can be found all around the slums. The actual pamphlets itself are written in Balok.
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THE LIGHT OF THE MORNINGLORD
Every darkness has a light, every night has a coming dawn.
Though the way seems to be covered, no hope for a safe escape.
Never let doubt take your mind, never believe that hope is not there.
For the light of the Dawnfather will always burn brighter then the darkest hours.
Keep hope close to your heart and you shall see all evil through it's course.
O' Morninglord, you keep us warm on the most coldest nights
Thy lips be cleansed.
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A strange caliban with an occult symbol tattooed on his forehead is seen walking the streets in the pre-dawn hours.
He nails a tattered note to the Wayfair Kinship Lodge's door before slipping out of sight once more.
Loric's Little Lambs-
I'd like to share some words between us, so you need to send whoever talks for you to come see me. Soon.
KNIVES
//Placed in game. Contact DM Agony to follow up.
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As dawn broke through the grey-clouds, and night had passed on, the doors of the Eternal Dawn Temple were open to all. As the early morning rolled on many of the lesser fortune were able to get a belly-full of warm soup to begin their working day. Soup from the after-sermon hours was offered free to all those local and from around within the slums.
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A Short Morninglordian woman travelling throughout the slums in the late afternoon, greeting those there and placing up some small parchments around the district. Written in Balok firstly and then in common secondly is yet another prayer dedicated to the Morninglord.
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The Coming Dawn
As the morning breaks through the grey clouds, morn begins to shine through and welcomes a new dawn, remember that today is but new and yesterday is but gone.
Remember that though the pain of yesterday was heavy that it does not need to remain.
Do not brush over the pain you have felt but do not let it become all you feel. It is but an era that will pass.
Cause within our beating hearts is a solace light, as golden as the asters that blossom.
Bless it be, Morninglord, for the day shall come when the dawn is brighter then all the shadows in the world.
Thy Lips Be Cleansed.
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The doors to the Eternal Dawn temple remain open as warm food is served up once more to locals. Alongside the food given, collected pieces of warm clothing such as leather boots, gloves and jackets is provided for the cold season ahead. All those in need of such needs are happily provided for as the winter presses on.
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Soon after dawn rises, artfully rendered vandalism is found on the Sanctuary of Eternal Dawn's front wall. The image of the Morninglord with the Sun blazing behind him stands tall. Blood pours from his eyes, nose and mouth, flowing down to the open mouths of people laying on their backs, giving them succor and sustenance.
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A Dawn cultist going around the slums once more. The woman dressed in worn out orange robes and a walking cane is seen placing around parchments. Spreading her faith's message in a dull wet morning.
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The "Gallery Below" seems to have been deserted abruptly, a mess of candles, cobwebs and rat chewed spider corpses all that remains.
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As the Dawn rolls around laymen, faithful and some guests fill the halls of the Eternal Dawn Sanctuary and come to hear stories of Petrovich and Pelkar's humble beginnings and the faith's rough path to success.
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As the afternoon rolls about a Morninglordian dressed in the signature robes is seen moving throughout the slums, carrying a pile of small parchments. She greets those who wish to speak with her but for the most part she gets to work hanging up parchments in popular spots around the slums.
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As the Eternal Dawn Sanctuary mass of the day ends a small soup kitchen is opened up to those in need. Vegetable soup, bread and warm tea is served up.
Announcements for the upcoming Nevermore Night celebrations is also made, it shall take place during the Winter Festival on the 3rd of the next month.
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Small parchments begin to be found posted outside the Sanctuary of the Coming Dawn and surrounding areas of the slums. Some candles even can be found placed beside the parchments.
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The hospice has been unlocked, and the candle lit. It would seem they are receiving visitors today.
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One of the Gaping Wound's new bartenders, the lass known as Olivenka, has been seen putting out bowls of milk, water and food for the local strays. Along with cloves of garlic hung over the doors. One may only wonder how long it takes for the tavern's owners to put a stop to the stray-feeding...
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As some sort of trouble brewed outside the city involving a small army of garda and guard dogs, Olivenka Manolescu is seen marching determined to mount a valiant defense of the Gaping Wound tavern, wielding a broom at any troublemakers trying to break in.
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Before you stands a wall covered in paint, it depicts a caped figure being repelled by some form of symbol or sigil
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One of the Gaping Wound's new bartenders, the Gundarakite known as Aron, was seen quickly shutting down the Gaping Would before dawn as advertised. Something must have occurred to frighten the man into closing early.
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Late at night, somewhere near the Gaping Wound tavern, agonized screams broke the silence for several minutes, followed by pained sobbing. It wasn't long before the screaming resumed. When they finally trailed off, hoarse and weak, the uneasy silence of the night returned for good.
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That same night, and early in the morning, a small spectacled woman was occasionally spotted stumbling but mostly dragging her way east through the back alleys of the Slums. Face wet with tears, and eyes fierce with determination, she made for a ragged and sorry sight to those few guttersnipes and alley beggars who spotted her. She seemed to be trying to avoid being spotted, stifling her own grunts of pain as she forced herself through sheer will to her eventual destination.
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A garda nails a notice to the door of the Wayfarer's Kinship building:
To Your Leadership,
Let it be known that a representative from your organization has been summoned to appear at the Burgomaster’s Court help January 14th, 778.
At least one person with the authority to speak for you all is required to attend by order of the Burgomaster.
Let this serve as due notification.
Signed,
Private Ecaterina Zamfir,
On behalf of the Vallaki Garda
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The weary form of Giles Hawkins is seen trudging towards the Kinship Lodge, a mass of wrapped bandages covering his head. Though he is seen entering, curiously, he does not re-appear..
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A garda is seen moving around the district erecting signs on the most traveled spots and roads.
NOTICE - SUPPLEMENTARY TAX
In accordance with the wishes of His Excellency, and in light of the ease and plenty that does bless them THE PEOPLE OF VALLAKI are to render unto his servants a SUPPLEMENTARY TAX of THREE HUNDRED WOLF FANG. No man, woman or child of BAROVIAN BIRTH within the bounds of the municipality will be excused from giving unto their LORD his due upon pain of death.
Be it known that there will be no delay tolerated and those who withhold their means beyond the month may draw scrutiny for their failure to share their abundance with their rightful ruler.
⚖️ VALLAKI BOUNTY AND COMMISSIONS OFFICE ⚖️
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An elven Morninglordian dressed in the signature armour and bellbottoms is seen returning from the East. A travelling bag sits around her back. She keeps her head low and her entire demeanour seems to be one of dread and discontent. She enters the Eternal Dawn Sanctuary and isn't seen leaving... appearing to lock herself away from the land itself.
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As the Grey City begins to stir under a dismal, equally grey first light of dawn, those stepping outside throughout the slums would meet a curious sight. Carefully placed beside their front doors are packages containing jars of a simple meat stew. The quixotic gesture is far from enough to sate the district's ever-present hunger, but the quantity is large enough to provide a moment's respite from starvation--and, perhaps, even a moment's defiant hope.
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a flyer was placed near the bounty office (placed in game)
(https://i.gyazo.com/8a78c2bf532923ce8639ade2585a0414.png)
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Yesterday, some chatting noises might have been heard from the kitchen of Sanctuary of Eternal Dawn. Some outlanders and native people of Vallaki were eating soup, listening to a woman clad in rosy dawn colors, all were having discussion on a charity business. Then at sunset, a song filled the Sanctuary sang by a Barovian peasant with a soothing voice.
(https://i.imgur.com/E1qqyFe.png)
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A blonde man in Ezrite armor and a flowing green cape is seen gathering up the propaganda notes and books of the Cult of Pazrael. He occasionally dumps his haul into a campfire or brazier fueling the flames.
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[Late afternoon, around the curfew bell, a commotion takes place at the slums of Vallaki. A redheaded peasant girl first embraces a man as if meeting an old friend, then proceeds to smack him endlessly on the arm, meanwhile constantly snapping at him for things, while the long-haired man stays quiet, both of Barovian origins. She apparently even threatened to take out her slipper to beat him down, though settled to use her hand. This burst of anger fades with guards approaching the duo, and the girl storming off.]
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A chocolate-haired young woman, Olivenka, leaves the Gaping Wound along with of her belongings, quietly refilling the bowls of food and water she has always left out for stray animals. In the coming days new bowls of food and water are found through other parts of the Slums instead.
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The lantern outside the Hospice is seen lit once more, and the door unlocked. Healers in residence, and visits allowed during the day.
As dusk draws near, the lantern is doused.
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The lantern outside the Hospice is seen lit once more, and the door unlocked. Healers in residence, and visits allowed during the day.
As dusk draws near, the lantern is doused.
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The lantern outside the Hospice is seen lit once more, and the door unlocked. Healers in residence, and visits allowed during the day.
A notice is put up as the hospice opens.
(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/928690224727486525/1087523096900141156/Capture.PNG)
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A youth in tattered clothes and armor walks into the slums from the east end of the city. He looks to have crawled out from living in a swamp for a month or two. Striding up with silent steps to the door of the Wayfarers Kinship lodge, he unlocks the door and heads inside with little commotion.
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[One of the houses in the slums, downtrodden, where once white curtains with frills decorated past the wooden windows, is now bare of any decorations upon its walls or doors. The only resident seen coming and going, a young peasant girl with striking redhair, does not emerge from within so often anymore, perhaps only weekly appearing to be leaving.]
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The lantern outside the Hospice is seen lit once more, and the door unlocked. Healers in residence, and visits allowed during the day.
At the evening bell the door is locked.
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[Foot-traffic finds the door of one of the houses in the slums, downtrodden. Women and children wearing veils in black, their clothes darkened, sounds of quiet weepings and a husband trying to console a wife. A casket leaves the house soon, the people depart as quick as they've arrived, leaving behind the quiet, sad looking house, now with only one single resident remaining, her auburn hair shrouded beneath a black veil.]
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[A group of shady individuals after nightfall seems to have painted various graffiti, more or less obscene on the doors of guards. They also seem to have taken the opportunity to spray-paint the words "Garda Dogs" on the door of the Kinships.]
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A group of individuals sweep through the night and a fresh painting of a garda and her dog is seen on the wall of the bounty office looking lovingly at one another. They hold a half-dog, half-man baby between them.
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A man in black armor can be seen cleaning the graffiti on the door of the Wayfarer Kinship, after a while he heads inside.
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A man garbed in dark armor can be seen walking calmly through the street after the clash of steel was heard in the deep of night. In his wake the mangled and bloody corpses of bandits and wererats are strewn in the street of Vallaki with a message carved into their flesh, "The Angel Pazrael watches over the streets of Vallaki."
(https://i.gyazo.com/2ea6f204d793f2dc817e413a278ce64c.png)
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In the backstreets of the slums, a note is left specifically for the Rhymeweaver.
(https://i.gyazo.com/677d5061b3c3574e36afb58caa514136.png)
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With the reply of the Rhymeweaver, a man clad in black is once more seen putting notes in various back alleys around Vallaki (posted in game)
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*During the late night one of the white robed pristesses who has been regularly working at the Vallaki Hospice for the past few years disappeared. Her previous consistency with her work may have made the sudden disappearance come as a surprise to some. The hospice itself remains as it were, and other prolific workers continue to respond to letters as per usual.*
//OOC: I will no longer receive private letters meant for the Vallaki Hospice. See this PC faction (https://www.nwnravenloft.com/forum/index.php?topic=17133.msg773093#msg773093) for other contacts who are currently active!
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There have been some works happening in the hospice this week. The clang of hammers on stone, the shuddering of foundations, and the movement of materials in wagons: floor tiles, heavy copper pipes, bricks, and planks.
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Throughout the last few days, especially during the later, dark nights, cries and screams of the drunkard or curfew breaker have been heard. A particularly gruesome sight has yet to be seen just yet, however... clues lie showing the way.
(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/859648698619002882/1127758289267069118/trail...JPG)
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The sounds of skirmishing and battles ring throughout the slums, breaking bottles, clashing equipment, and even gunshots ring out, before dawn silence then returns..
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[ a few scrawled messages can be found in Vallaki's Slums, written in bold handwriting in Common]
Musatei Viteazul, the lady Burgomaster of Berez, uses captured Gundarakites as prey in her morbid hunting parties! She and her militiamen catch what Gundarakites they can, rebellious or not, and bring them into the woods and fields to hunt on horseback with spears and crossbows. After her cruel hunt, she has their flesh roasted in her kitchen, and feasts on them! She even feeds them to her children!
Let this monster be known!
//placed in game
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Bodies seem to be dragged down into the sewers from the walls... A small piece of onyx remain in a pool of blood. The guards Mitaca Lacusta and Ulrika Magdova would not be seen for the rest of their night shift, and perhaps longer....
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In the calm hush of early morning, a man dressed in the red and black of the Red Vardo Traders strolled towards the Garda barracks. An armed guard trailed behind him, shouldering a weighty package covered in linen. After a brief conversation with a Garda officer at the barracks entrance, the men stepped inside. When they emerged a few minutes later, the linen-wrapped bundle was nowhere in sight.
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After the Executioner's parade, during the night, a message appears written on the wall in the slums district.
(https://i.imgur.com/Y4BWAZc.png)
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A series of charcoal writings appears during the night around the streets of Vallaki Slums and Market District.
The vast majority of them concerning the recent Gundarakite child execution.
OOC: Marked around Vallaki.
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In the morning following the late night fire in the slums, a tall elven woman in white armor would lead some children who had fled the blaze back to their homes, or the homes of their surviving relatives. Along the way, she would offer healing to any in need.
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In the wake of the fire, upon the dawn; a blonde priest of the Morninglord cult placed statuettes amidst the burned homes, speaking fervent prayers in a religious attempt at quieting the quite possibly vengeful dead.
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A black and red clad figure with a helm resembling a bat, to many of the outskirts, known as Varias von Ioanovich, was seen carrying the corpses of the fallen into the outskirts alongside the christian outlander, Theoxel Zeal.
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In the night, a woman wearing dark-green armor could have been seen aiding putting out the fire, before descending into the sewers below.
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Just before dawn a hooded figure left the Lodge of the Wayfarer Kinship carrying a wicker picnic basket. The basket would occasionally wobble as if something within was moving, and occasionally the figure would bow their head to whisper to something within as the figure headed through the streets to the ferry port, where the basket would be loaded along with it's keeper.
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In the aftermath of what was a choatic night, some rooftops lay in embers. The smell of smoke still lingering in the air. The charred remains of a dozen or so men, women and children are carried from the slums. Those that call the slums home have already set about cleaning out the abodes affected and repairing the damage. Many more mourn. Though they do so with a solem look on their faces, some with fear behind the eyes.
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Late in the afternoon, angry shouting erupted from the Vallaki Hospice, followed by a crash and a shattering of glass. The only outward indication of something having happened were a few bloodied hand-prints on the door handle, and a ragged smear along the wall outside.
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People talk of an ocean of rats covering the roads in the slums. Like a living carpet they scurried to and fro. Later that night sounds of confilict ring out as those who braved the night sought to fight back the wave of vermin.
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After a night of storms and a new fire in the slums, people awake to find the Kinship Lodge has been burned down. The remaining shell of the building boarded up and a notice pinned:
LET ALL OF BAROVIA AND THOSE WITHIN HER BORDERS NOW HEAR THESE WORDS OF YOUR MASTER AND RULER
HIS EXCELLENCY COUNT STRAHD VON ZAROVICH XI
To All Who Seek Shelter in This Place, Beware!
By my hand and will, the occupants of this dwelling have been cast out, and their abode consumed in flames. Know that their fate serves as a dire warning to any who dare trespass upon my domain. I am Strahd von Zarovich, Lord of Ravenloft, and my judgement knows no bounds.
Let it be known to all that I do not tolerate interlopers in my domain. Those who dare to defy my will shall face a fate worse than death itself. The flames that devoured this structure are but a fraction of the power I command. I see all, and I know all.
To those who would heed this warning and turn away, count yourselves fortunate. Escape while you still draw breath, for to remain here is to invite doom upon yourselves and all you hold dear.
What hearts beat with TREASON will be stilled.
VALENTIN VON ZAROVICH
IN THE NAME OF HIS EXCELLENCY
STRAHD VON ZAROVICH XI
(http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff189/Azmodiel/strahdsealfinal.gif)
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Another tirade from within the belly of the hospice. Frustrated yells, something colliding with one of the shutters, and then quiet again.
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A lit candle is seen outside of the Vallaki Hospice, and the door is unlocked with the smell of stew wafting through the rain
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The elven woman who was missing the left arm, clad in rosy dawn and golden colours, who might known as Dawnspear of Morninglord, she can be seen around with a metal arm placed on her left side by now.
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The custodian of the hospice, usually stoic and placid, has been noteably elated for the last couple of days. He seems more forgiving of door-related difficulties, and often wears a smile on his face. What could have inspired this change in mood...?
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The Red Vardo Traders are seen moving through the slums of Vallaki, offering roast boar, vegetables, and other foodstuffs to the most needy. Perhaps oddly, they inform each recipient that it is compliments of the Vallaki Garda.
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Another night, another cacophany of screaming and shouting from the bowels of the hospice. This seems to have become a regular occurence. What could be going on in there...?
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Sorin Bengescu is seen taking several dead Garda bodies from the barracks, and pilling them up beside the building.. Something terrible has transpired this noapte.
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Murmurs and whispers abound in the streets of Vallaki.
Sights of the red-hood, the boy with death in his eyes, creeping along like a shambling dead on the streets. The scythe-haft, always at the shoulder - causing notice among the poorly, and the beggar, who all fear the reaper.
They say, whisper gibbering mouths to prying ears, he tried for the Garda, and they marked him a witch.
They say, the rumourmill swells, he's the son of a hag and devil's union, that his look might lay a curse.
They say, with malice in their leers, that he breaks bread with the outlanders - that it is their vraja his scythe holds, that terrible keen blade he hones each night.
The red-cap, they all say, is a witch - and a terrible curse upon any in his path.
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More tales reach the ears of the common folk.
A massacre is unfolded, in the dead of night. Not of men - but of vermin.
The morning rises, and the streets are painted red; vermin split like fallen pumpkins, were-rats found with their guts spilled and limbs lopped away with some wicked blade.
It is, they say in hushed tones, the red-cap's doing.
It's for his cloak, they claim, to keep it crimson forever - soaked in blood.
Fear rises, that the rats not be enough to slake the thirst of the scythe's terrible blade.
Fear, that the red-cap was no witch - that he was no man at all.
For over twenty, did they count the corpses... And much past that, the vermin.
... Or so they say.
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A cowled woman, adoring a sun-colored armored dress, was seen frantically running through Vallaki from the Eastern gates. Worry and distress gripped her, as she was near breathless in her urgency. It wouldn't be far to assume that sheer will propelled her into the Eternal Dawn Sanctuary. Some time had passed before she emerged, pastel emerald eyes were dimmed but they held steady resolve.
While steps led her towards the Outskirts, she is once again seen walking back to the East with a man dressed in silver, blue and white - the symbol of a right-hand gauntlet on his cloak.
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A tiny woman wearing the white robes of an Ezran anchorite was seen for a few hours near the hospice, attempting to dole out portions of stew to those in need.
Finding either her voice unable to carry far enough, or none interested in her fare, she took up the pot and waddled from door to door offering a meal to any who would accept.
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New thread here. (https://www.nwnravenloft.com/forum/index.php?topic=70111.0)