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Vallaki Sewers
« on: July 22, 2010, 02:10:36 PM »
It starts to filter around the shadier denizens of Vallaki that someone has set up shop in the sewers, beneath the slum district.
The merchant isn't specified to have a specialty, but carries various weapons, odds, and ends.

Warning: Don't provoke the high-level Falkovnian wizard. He bites. (And not in the good way.)

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Re: Vallaki Sewers
« Reply #1 on: November 24, 2012, 05:29:31 PM »
In numerous strange places graffiti is found. A pair of fresh painted "Bloody Eyes". Its meaning cryptic and ominous.
You don't have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body.
C.S. Lewis.

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Re: Vallaki Sewers
« Reply #2 on: March 29, 2016, 12:57:02 AM »
Something has begun inhabiting the sewers of Vallaki, something even the wererat gangs have been avoiding.  A cold has settled in the diseased tunnels, and rumors of a squat figure in dark armor abound.

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« Reply #3 on: April 14, 2017, 03:13:02 PM »
[A simple handwritten note in trade tongue]

If you've found yourself shunned by society, you're not alone. If you're not content to slink in the sewers, come to the surface and seek out Sieglinde Lisseaux. She can provide for you. Leave word at Degannwy or brave the walk to the Camp in the Mists. I'll be waiting.

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Re: Vallaki Sewers
« Reply #4 on: November 21, 2017, 11:44:55 PM »
[The collective of Vallaki breathes a clean sigh of relief as the fetid, pestilent waters recede from the streets and gurgle back down into the depths of the bowels. The putrid, malodorous stench fading along with the draining of the septic tunnels beneath the Grey City. /Someone/ or /something/ has restored order and even the downtrodden masses feel a momentary reprieve of solace.]