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Caliban lurkers speak of odd things occuring in the Tunnels recently; some mention moving shadows, others speak of a walking shadow that "dropped much fang"; vanishing, few seem to wonder what is the source of this most unusual omen...
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Life seems to go on as usual for the inhabitants of the Drain, little they know what lurks whithin...
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A bag of fang and a note sticked to the door...
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Those with the ability to comprehend the written speech, would be in the know of what are the consequences of being careless...
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With the opening of the Drain to strangers, many calibans and freaks warily watch the newcomers walk in, wondering what will happen with all these strangers. As they watch, a particularly noisy and disturbing human tries to pick a fight with one of the calibans. Quickly, three other calibans surround the man and drag him outside nodding to Gol who slams the door shut behind them. The rest of the Drain inhabitants shrug as they hear the screams of the man outside their 'home'. This is one surfacer that won't be seen in the Drain for a long while...
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Music echoes within the stony walls of the Drain, violin and harp together in an eerie duo, between two petite women. Slender in shape, covered from head to toe in dark fabric. Both played for a moment, as if time itself had stopped within the filthy home, no words were spoken, not a breath. When the music ended, the spell was broken and all returned to their business.
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Looking at a corpse lying in a corner, Hoth is seen asking one of the brutes hanging around by the bar to dispose of it. The corpse is quickly thrown into the sewage waters, left to drift to its ultimate destination. This seems to be a common sight in the Drain as no one wants to share their living quarters or their bar with rotting corpses.
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*pinned to the wall by a woman in rugged cloths and a mountaineers mask and hood, crackling with enough arcane magic to dissuade the curious, written on plain yellowing parchmant*
The killings, they are bad for business. Everyone and their mother is sniffing around. The killings are a risk to the sewers themselves. Those who bring attention to the Drain should be dealt with, told to stop or made to stop, before they come- not pissant farmer guards. but priests and inquisitors with steel and fire and magic to match magic.
Are there Drain Dweller's left with the sense to operate with some cunning? I will be waiting and watching to see. Respond.
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*pinned to the wall by a woman in rugged cloths and a mountaineers mask and hood, crackling with enough arcane magic to dissuade the curious, written on plain yellowing parchmant*
The killings, they are bad for business. Everyone and their mother is sniffing around. The killings are a risk to the sewers themselves. Those who bring attention to the Drain should be dealt with, told to stop or made to stop, before they come- not pissant farmer guards. but priests and inquisitors with steel and fire and magic to match magic.
Are there Drain Dweller's left with the sense to operate with some cunning? I will be waiting and watching to see. Respond.
A large figure wearing the torn, bloodied remains of an expensive, well-made coat passes by the location.
A small note has been added to the bottom of this note, in very clear, well-written chalk markings on the wall below. It is, however, small, as if the writer is using as little chalk as possible.
'Some semblence of civility remains down here. Seek out the Librarian.'
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A small, crude drawing is tacked up on the notice, of a red wagon with a stick figure man standing infront of it, his arms and hands spread open to signify peace.
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Several days later, the same figure approaches the marks on the wall, looking somewhat irritable.
In the hands of the figure in front of the red cart, he draws a rough representation of a large spiked chain. Two diagonal lines are drawn above the eyes of the figure, pointing downwards towards the center of the head in aggression.
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*pinned to the wall by a woman in rugged cloths and a mountaineers mask and hood, crackling with enough arcane magic to dissuade the curious, written on plain yellowing parchmant*
The killings, they are bad for business. Everyone and their mother is sniffing around. The killings are a risk to the sewers themselves. Those who bring attention to the Drain should be dealt with, told to stop or made to stop, before they come- not pissant farmer guards. but priests and inquisitors with steel and fire and magic to match magic.
Are there Drain Dweller's left with the sense to operate with some cunning? I will be waiting and watching to see. Respond.
*the orginal writing has been over-smeared slightly, which seems to be some red substance, on someones thumb, and with the same color, the red writing folows underneath the paper*
'They ask do we have sense, cunning'nes.. Them' asking to do as leached on the pole, under the...stink.. under the sewer and filth, whom' humans and their precious comrades has dropped here, them forgotten, pushing you and he' from their eyes, so them'in lightly' and grass-filled lands, would rest at ease in theys' night..
us think, and us and they' are saying.. Humans' and their ilk' keep their own stink, the same which looms' in everys' corners when those fear-filled hearts enter OUR! drain.
Humans and their ilk' living the' lighted lands in grass, telling them in our dark'nes, how to make things happen..
*the next line is written with several draws*
HUMAN STINK, YOUR WORLDS DISGUST AND TURNS HIS INSIDES OUT!
*the writing continues on the more clear manner*
He says, it will be done so to those stinks, as has been reapd' from them..
*there's a maliciously drawn smiley, a wide grin with angry set of eyes, making it more heartakingly look, as the substance made to draw is falling down the wall-side...like blood*
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A piece of dingy cloth is pinned up alongside some of the markings on the drain walls, it seems the poster lacked any more durable medium for the short missive.
Seeking body guard services. Additional incentive for those bearing knowledge useful against the unliving. Coins for pay. Ask for Spider Eater.
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A piece of dingy cloth is pinned up alongside some of the markings on the drain walls, it seems the poster lacked any more durable medium for the short missive.
Seeking body guard services. Additional incentive for those bearing knowledge useful against the unliving. Coins for pay. Ask for Spider Eater.
Note tacked below, written clearly, and elegantly upon smooth bleached leather:
Barra Tar'annen (//Drow for "Shadow Company" in case anyone speaks Drow) is willing to consider your needs. A meeting is requested and terms will be determined once more is known about the mission and both parties are happy with the arrangement. Leave a message for Kyorli (//Drow for "Watcher") at the bar in the Drain and we will be in touch.
(//A PM is most likely the best way to reach me)
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*Around Hoth's bar, two large hulking figures and a hooded man speak*
—"I'm tellun you, nu going outside acum! Freaking rats 'ave gone crazy!"
—"Gort, stop bein' a whinner and c'mon! We need this shipment delivered!"
—"Nuh-uh! If you want us to go outside, you'd better bring doi more, da? I've seen the little unus... they can take down dogs acum!"
—Gort is right, Alexandru, have you noticed how they're taking down their meals? And I nu mean the rat neuri, I'm talking about the regular unus! If you want us to go out with you, you're paying double and getting doi more men or the deal is off!
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*Overheard in the Drain*
Caliban 1: "Ya hears? dat soot skin brought a bag ta big Bronkus, said der was a severed head in it."
Caliban 2: "Who's head?"
Caliban 1: "Don't know, but it was one of us!"
Caliban 2: "WHAT?!" *picks up his axe* "I'll kills em!"
Caliban 1: *laughing nervously* "If'n ya do, dat your business, but da soot skin say's he finds it in the sewers, left in the path to the Drain, fer us to find. Says it might be a set up."
Caliban 2: "Damn sneaky soot skin prolly did it himself, den reported it ta tro off suspicion!"
Caliban 1: "Mebbe, but I jus say'n what I heard"
Caliban 2: *sitting back down and setting his axe at his side* "Never can trust them Soot skins, no matter how silvery dey speaks."
Caliban 1: "Aye! and dat one has a more silvery tongue den most."
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A woman sits in the corner of the Drains bar. She gets up and walks over to Hoth and puts her cracked cup on the bar.
"Has Kyorli been in here lately?"
Hoth shrugs and passes her another drink. She tosses some coins and walks back to her seat. She stop and looks again at Hoth. "If you do see him tell him I wish to talk with him."
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A figure in a black hood and robes walks up to Hoth, passes him a small sack of coins and leans close to the massive bar tender*
"Any messeages for Kyorli?"
"Yeah!" he says as he nods his head over toward the woman.
//OOC: I can meet with you later tonight. cool? What description am I looking for in the bar? Chances are, you'll stand out :P
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Word in the seediest corners of the Drain Speak the Name of Alexander Silvanus; denizens of the Drain know that when a name floats, it is because the name has drawn the attention of the Old Boss himself.
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A note is placed by the bar
Axes, hammer, swords, spears for sale
Put your ratting money to some use.
Serpa will be at your service this week.
// I'll be in the Drain area Thursday night or more if needed, drop me a line in PM if you want to browse.
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Word has it that the Shepherd has once again been seen visiting the Drain, scowling fiercely at any "normal" persons that he comes across. The big man only seems to stay long enough to use the cauldron or to visit with the runts.
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The Shepherd drops a bag off at the Boss' door. He tells Bronkus that the bag contains the head of a caliban unknown to him, and found at the bottom of the well by the outskifts. It's obvious that the Shepherd is enraged by the find, and nothing good will come from his anger.
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Rumours spread around the Drain of Calibans being murdered in thier own homes by topsiders. Some, being fed up with the bosses need of the topsiders gold, are seen leaving in discust.
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A new occupant has taken sanctuary within the Drain. A large hooded man plagued by a swarm of flies and maggots. He slumps defeated in a far corner and speaks to no one.
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Mentioned on occasion amongst the shady and the wretched, is the horned merchant Kolgrímur who comes and goes down in this hole, accompanied by his dark elf assistant, bearing seldom seen goods. They say he not only sells, but may also buy, leaving the greedy wondering what riches that may offer.
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A lengthy time since the skulking hins were seen, lurking about the Drain and its surrounding tunnels the Brumbats seem to have returned to the sanctuary of outcasts and criminals, it does not take long for them to start they're shady dealings once more.
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A new face was seen today in the Drain, it's a gnome in Yellow-black robe. Rumors saying he escaped the citadel.
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[Mumurs stirr of a upcomming auction, larger caliban are seen taunting one another, rumours of a upcomming struggle of brawn over brains with gold and fine goods as rewards hang on the curled and mutilated lips of the inhabitants of the Drain edging them on to test one another, small fights stirr.
Yet a queery remains lingering in the Drain, the search for traders and crafters, who seeks...few know, but gold is swiftly seen exchanging hands amongst the thugs.
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The Dark Shepherd is seen regularly delivering freshly butchered meat to the Drain's barkeep, Hoth, and selling it for a mere pittance. "Let them eat something besides rancid vermin, yes?" he says, before leaving the Drain once again.
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A hulking figure clad in the rainments of war has taken up residency within the drain it appears. The thing looks like no Caliban anyone's seen before and spends its time grumbling to itself in a nonsensical language it calls "orr-kish", snarling at anyone who gets near to keep their distance and staring with its glowing, malice-filled eyes. It comes and goes, often covered in gore and viscera but so long as it causes no trouble and keeps paying for the ale it drinks in seemingly endless amount, no one's too bothered....if a little unnerved by its almost demonic appearance...
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A mob of top-siders stormed the drain with their beautiful skin and hair. It was unclear exactly who they came down to lynch but was clear that they were clearly an unwanted presence. After being surrounded by the refuse and outcast of society, the top-siders left.
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Rumor has it that a Militia Man named Sedrik came into the drain to find some thieves. The story goes that the militia man killed one man and beat a few others.
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A man clad in armour has been seen in the drain recently, selling and trading illicit substances and materials.
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Rumor has it that giant spider webs started appearing all over the sewers. However, no attack has been reported.
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[Lurkers talk, as the echoing shadow of a ghost still resonates in the dark tunnels - speaking of the Old boss, the legendary Old Gretch 'The Wretch' Jarrskin whom co-founded the drain with Hoth himself, some say the Old Caliban lives, other call it an outright lie, a spooky tale a Caliban tells another in hopes to make himself a name, or seed, even for a briefest of moments, doubt in hopes to save skin to attackers. One thing is sure, tensions are palpable in the drain, the tranquil times are gone...and for all the time the Old Boss has been absent, the terror of his name still makes the seediest Caliban and outcast, cower in fear, pause in wonder of what it would be, what might be, than to come face to face, with The Wretch Jarrskin...]
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The shadow wizard Anastacia Rotfurt was seen briefly in the Drain, talking to the locals briefly, apparently looking for information...
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It is said that a woman clad in white armor gives free equipment for all who need it. It is said she also takes commissions for equipment.
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Rumor has it that someone would pay 500 gold for any falkovnian soldier caught, and up to 5000 fangs for officers.
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What looks to be eyes have been drawn on various walls of the understreets. Looking closely, a discerning viewer might determine that the drawings have been made with blood. The eyes are crudely drawn and the constant leak of water from above causes the blood to streak and eventually vanish.
In other places blood is found covering small piles of purple precious stones. The stones are arranged in a circle. Some may have found a blood filled cup or pail in the center of the circle.
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//Note: This happened yesterday.
A large group of armed outlandery looking topsiders came through the Drain, talking loudly about being in pursuit of someone. Loud clanging echoed through the halls as they began smashing locks on doors. Heated words were exchanged by them and a regular, the creepy lanky sneak that called himself "Owl". He threatened them, if they bashed the lock on the room he was renting, he'd kill them. Voices continued to carry through the corridors as they all argued:
"I saw him run past, he went in that room!"
"We're not leaving without her!"
"I've no idea what you are talking about, you don't even belong here. Get out!"
"I want her back!"
"He fled in there!"
"We need to ask him something, let us see him!"
"Aye, t'ey're breakin' th'place, lad!"
"That is -my- room. Do you understand? DO YOU UNDERSTAND? Do. Not. Touch. It!"
"Bane, open it! He's in there!"
A metal door slammed shut, the group murmured outside of it. A few spells were cast, and the lock on the door was broken. Almost immediately after, the door swung open and an enraged shriek rang through the Drain, WHAT DID I SAY! WHAT DID I SAY! I GAVE YOU ONE RULE. GET OUT!
One of the others yelled right back, "Don't make us hurt you!"
Bright lights filled the hall. A helmed horror, a transparent worg, and Owl himself transparent and glowing from some spell, lighting the entire hallway with what seemed like a hundred magic missiles. There was a moment of silence, those left standing cowering against a wall.
"I warned them several times."
"We mean no harm sir!"
"Did I not, little pixie? I told them to not break the lock. That I was busy."
"Mind if I take the bodies to the church?"
"Was he an accident? I don't recall him, heal that one."
"He's up."
"Hrck, hrgh, 'lo lads"
Further voices filled the hall, the fallen members of the party regaining consciousness and getting to their feet.
"Get out. We have business and I have no time for you."
"Not without Bane or Arina."
"Come."
"I was nay 'untin', was tellin' 'em ta get out!"
"I said come!"
"Give him back"
"I have no idea who the hell you are. Did you not learn your lesson?"
"I won't leave without one of them! You took my brother! Give him back and I'll leave."
"Get out and leave me alone"
"Give me my brother and I'll leave, or I'll turn your door into dust"
"How many times do I have to kill you? Because the next time, you are not coming back from it."
The sound of a door slamming shut echoed once more.
The group backed off only long enough to heal the fallen. They cast spells and prepared to siege the room again, when once more the door swung open. Spells filled the air once more, with panicked shouts following.
"You believe I'm a deadman but fine!"
"Help him!"
"With honour!.... Ahhh! Run with Honour!!"
"Li'l shyte ran away! Feck! Feckin' idiots!"
"I am sick of this, get out!"
"Can I 'ave 'is li'l mace?"
"I'll pay for the mace."
"I asked for it first"
The remainder of the crowd followed Owl into his room, seemingly not involved with the siege and thus welcome.
Later on, in explaining the situation to Hoth, Owl said he felt they were going to try and kill the winged caliban. They were here breaking all the doors and looking for the body of someone who wasn't even in the drain, and throwing around a lot of threats in the process.
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And word of the topsider disrespect was carried to the mysterious Backroom...
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After being being told to choose between his life and his home, Old Janos has left The Drain.
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Rumor quickly spreads that the winged one, Dragos, has returned to the Drain wingless. He carries himself with a hobble, a brace supporting his spine as he walks. Rumors range from him cutting them off himself, or he ran afoul of a neuri (creatures he is known to hunt at times). All that aside, he had been missing for some time, and had returned to his home.
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[After a long absence, a man known as 'The Fox' has returned to the Drain. A very peculiar cobra can usually be seen either slithering a few feet behind him or riding on his shoulders, draped about his neck. He seems to have set up in the Owl's old room, claiming it as his Foxhole]
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Yesterday a whole bunch of dire rats were stomped to goo, to the melody of giggling and laughter.
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A brief and bloody scuffle between a human and a halfer occurred in Hoth's bar. The human had told the halfer to get lost and towered over the halfer menacingly. The halfer stuck a knife into the humans gut and left him bleeding on the steps. The human and his companions were later seen talking with and taking a bundle from the halfer.
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Those that frequent the Drain hear rumors that a man known as Dumas is seeking out those that wish to purchase illegal flintlocks, bullets, and gunpowder from Dementlieu...
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Rumor goes it that a woman dressed in white wielding powerful magic has been seen around the sewers. Some say it is the white witch, the one that supposedly helped the calibans with armor and weapons, yet others just say it is just another outlander.
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A human in dark green armor has taken residence in the Drain, keeping to himself and out of the way of the caliban. Word spreads of his mace that makes a man's skin crawl when looking upon it, and the void black depths of his horned helm.
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Igor the Behemoth, the Drain's newest addition, has been stomping about proudly. He has even taken to looking for his own personal runt.
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So the story goes, a man with a strange accent came into the drain dragging a coffin and placed it down in front of a group of filth dwellers. One of those in the group known as Scurvy confronted the odd man asking where the coffin was found and why he took it. What ever the man said angered Scurvy. Scurvy drew his knives on the man and told him to get in the coffin. It was then a small imp attacked Scurvy. Scurvy and Biter killed the imp and the strange man began to cast a spell. Scurvy killed the witch next.
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Two young women, physically identical apart from the colours of their hair were seen in the drain, twins by the looks of it. Recently the red-haired one has started wearing a mask that covers her face.
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Rumours spread that the mouthy halfling by the name of 'Frog' is asking around for Strong Arms, gold is offerd in the plenty..
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Many long streaks and cuts mark the floorboards and stone of the Drain, the result of a wandering wretch and warp of a man a few have decided to call "Scar" trailing an immense cleaver through its hallways, conducting mute business and limited conversation.
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A woman in red, rumored to be a vampire, is seen frequenting the drain. Though respectful to those there, she keeps to herself.
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Word spreads quickly that the backroom door man, Big Bronkus has scheduled a "Runt Fight" in the back of the Drain. All bets taken. Title match is between Unk and Biter. Fight will be in the next few days.
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Vague and whispered rumors in the Drain suggest that the smuggler known as Dumas Rilfore has been asking around certain informed ears about meeting with the Gundarakite Rebels he once worked with months ago. Hearsay also suggests that in repentance for a past misdeed, Dumas is prepared to bequest a shipload of ten pistols, along with suitable bags of gunpowder and ammunition for the Rebel cause if only they will speak with him...
//Would greatly appreciate it if a DM or PC Rebel would seek Dumas out. Working on following up some player RP :mrgreen:
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Strange folk have been seen frequenting the Drain tavern and back rooms. Hushed conversation is heard concerning "Bloody Eyes", ritualistic magic and the "Ancient River". Rumors spread of a new prophet, a savior who will guide the wretched, welcome the forshaken and protect the abused. This savior has been referred to as the "Dark Messiah".
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A knight in shining armor, in company of Ezrite anchorites stormed the Drain last night in search of a mysterious shadow that has been terrorizing the surface. Words say that the freak known as "Sevik" was harrased and threatened by the group of topsiders.
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[Drip drip drip!]
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[Drip!]
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A scream echoes in the drain halls, as a woman awakes from a many years sleep. Some say that after the scream, they seen the ice witch, rumored dead until now.
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Long silent the drain has been... however rumor has it that a bright young fiery spirit is emerging from the cold dark sewers. A blue symbol of hope.Some call him Micahjah... others Cage. Disgusted by the treatment of his kind, it is rumored that this Caliban youth seeks to fight for the protection of Caliban. Armed with a sling in hand and nobility in his heart; he is determined to fight the evils of genocidal religious groups and fanatical dwarves. No matter what the cost...
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Anastacia the Grey Wizard has been seen in the Drain; rumour has it she is looking to trade information on recent events...
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The name "Cage" has often gone around the drain amongst various caliban some with affection, others with rolling eyes. It appears "The Cage" has been leaving out charities for the caliban now... potions, weapons, food, cloth, and some times armor. Letters stating that he is here to help and provide for the children of the drain and the caliban who are persecuted solely on their appearance alone.
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A towering, old and weary Barovian priest has made his way to the Drain today. Going by the name of Barbat, the burly old man was seen speaking with a few calibans, most notably the one in the dark room behind Big Bronkus. After a bit, the old man performed the Rites of Dawn just outside the Drain's entrance to a group of curious and cynical Drain onlookers, outside Gol's doorway. Claiming that he would hold rites to the Morninglord each week, in order to bring hope to the Sewer Dwellers and the message of Dawn, the old man left, promising to return next week.
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A slender well spoken Drow has been seen lurking around the drain, Not sure how he came here and why this is not the underdark is all very confusing to him. He mainly spends his time drining at the bar talking with Nym and Hoth.
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Whispers and rumors begin to work their way around The Drain;
"I 'ear boss Ratta take'n on new 'ands.."
"He calls yu in, easy as that, one minute yu sit 'en mind yah busness, next they come tap yer shoulder and yu go meet wid deh Boss."
"Yu want work? Go see dah Boss 'en dah Backroom. Hur hur hur.."
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With the murder of a Garda, some have become abuzz about the event and the implications it might have. Some have gone as far as thinking about picking up shop and moving elsewhere with their fang, due to the looming threat that the Garda might seek retribution for this act. What is in store for the Drainfolk? Has the newcomer Caliban Fredek and her gang kicked the wrong hornet's nest?
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The Sewerfolk seem on edge lately. Armed brutes have been seen near the entrance. Sneaky runts scout the tunnels. Everyone seems on edge concerning rumors of the Greencloak's kidnapping one of the gang bosses. Some call for war others call for peace. The future remains uncertain.
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An elf associated with the wayfarer kinship was seen holding a human female, suspected to be a former drow slave but newly arrived in the mists at arrow point in the sanctuary of the coming dawn west of valaki, despite there being no legitimate crimes committed or foul acts undertaken by the human female blood thirsty threats were made toward her and those with her on account of the armor she wore and the marks cruelly branded into her skin. Her companions named her "Rose".
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Various rumors may circulate within the dank, damp air of the Drain regarding the Black Leaf. Some may have noticed that the Black Leaf's ranks have been thinned. Some speculate that many within their ranks remain in the shadows, while others are based in other Black Leaf camps in far off lands. Regardless, if it is true that the Black Leaf ranks have thinned over the recent winter, what is evident and true to the naked eye is that the All-Girth has done anything but become thin. The tanarukk's appetite is insatiable, and upon each Black Leaf's return to the Drain from far off lands, their skull-trophies and treasure speak truth of swelling Black Leaf power.
The Black Leaf: a tribe of tanarukk, orc, drow, duergar, fey'ri, and tielfing. Some say that Resker Knives offered the Black Leaf a role within his own ranks of the Sewer Dwellers, alongside Skinny Fredek and his Fangs, Fero and his Wrongborns, and most recently, Pale and his Shunned. However, just as it was with the Blood Rain Mountain Tribe that arrived years ago in the Drain, led by the fierce tanarukk known as Rudd, the Black Leaf seem to use the Drain merely as a camp for whenever in the area, preferring the wild, open air of mountains, forests, and deserts, where it is rumored the Black Leaf have tucked away camps.
No, rather than bend a proud knee to Resker Knives, the Firstborn, the All-Girth, of the Black Leaf formed an alliance. The All-Girth has often been heard proclaiming in her usual boisterous voice: "As the Black Leaf's beast feeds and grows in power, so too will the Sewer Dwellers revel in the feast that feeds our common beast!" And so it was that the Black Leaf came to lease the east-wing and room, where the strong odor of brimstone lingers. It is also true that while many caliban and faction has come and gone, the Black Leaf have endured.
The Black Leaf have never been known to openly recruit, for whatever reason. But many a caliban has witnessed the Black Leaf accept recruits into what is called the "Ring of Fire," the Black Leaf's outer circle of power, where each is tested over time through many a battle, by muscle or guile.
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Not long ago, a woman who has announced herself prior as a 'Luminita' was seen entering the drain with a large, bleeding sack over her back. She met with one of the underbosses, and while no details of that meeting were leaked, the human Luminta could be seen leaving in the morning with the bloody corpse of recent trouble-maker Tarmes over her shoulder in place of the bag, as if showing off her kill.
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"Skinny" is seen leaving The Drain with a full backpack. He's heard saying that he will be gone for several days on "private business".
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Fear and shadows! Sewerfolk have been dropping left and right. The tunnels are not safe. The Drain is at WAR!
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The latest rumor is than an attempted ambush on the traitor twist Zahlia (attempting to show what happens to traitors) went terribly wrong, costing the lives of at least two caliban, including Crew Boss Bors, who lost a hand in the conflict despite outnumbering their victim six to one.
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Posters go up rather quickly throughout the Drain.
" A man calling himself 'The Red Dragon' that wears a black dragon mask, likely human, is in possession of a scythe known as 'Murderous Intent'. Twenty Thousand fang to the one that brings me that weapon. An additional twenty for his head.
-Light"
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*All of the Posters in the Drain are Slashed with claw marks going through them*
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*The posters are maintained and replaced regularly after each destruction or removal*
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*The posters are maintained and replaced regularly after each destruction or removal*
Notes begin appearing at the bottom of each poster. They range from;
"Grow up you two."
to
"Do I need to put you two in separate corners?"
And everything in between. All are signed
-Black
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"a caliban known as The Howling one can been seen taking down each and every bounty poster, But leaving Blacks there"
"Written On Black's Posters are, Yes I agree with you Black"
Signed, A.
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*The posters are maintained and replaced regularly after each destruction or removal*
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"Once again *The Howling One* is seen taking down the Poster and something is posted at the front entrance of the drain"
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//No more back and forth here. If you want to go back and forth with the posters, do it in game using the mark system, that way you are also accepting the risks in character.
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*The posters, of course, get replaced.*
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Please avoid too much back and forth when it comes to things like bounty posters. To a certain point, responding creatively to a bounty poster can contribute to the game, but there is a risk of becoming ridiculous if not done with some maturity. :mrgreen:
//Also, The Howling One is an NPC by the bar, and if I recall aren't DM's the only ones allowed to take actions for static NPCs? Correct me if I'm wrong here.
EDIT: Apologies, Icono. Posted at the same time you did.
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Despite the posters being ripped down, which may inconvenience the few dwellers who can actually read, most whispers and murmurs are still about the "Drain war" and the recent rumor of a bounty of one hundred and fifty thousand fang on the head of Underboss "Skinny" Fredek. Things are tense, to say the least.
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The caliban whisper rumors that the witchspawn Dragos has been said to have returned to the Drain. Yet, not one of them has seen him.
In other news, wary words are traded over the sorceress who recently arrived in the Drain, and was taken into the Scorned.
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TRADE WELCOMED WITHIN THE DRAIN!
TAKE YOUR TOPSIDE SALES BELOW WITHOUT THE EYES OF THE GENERAL AT YOUR BACK!
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The Fangs taskmaster Red finally returns from wherever she's been away to, coming in as quietly as she left and immediately setting out on catching up with recent events.
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Some say, that a man resting on a crutch has been seen taking shelter in the shadows of the drain....
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Some Halan healers have been seen coming and going and have taken up residence in one of the rooms. They have quickly made themselves at home and have been brewing potions for boss Skinny and his crew as well as tending to the sick or those that require healing.
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The Drain Hospice has opened. A sanctuary for the neglected, forgotten and shunned. A place to cure ones wounds and sickness. A warm bowl of soup and a dry place to sleep. So mote it be.
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The infamous Underboss of the Drain, "Skinny" Fredek, has not been seen in several days.
Most wombfreaks fear the worst by now, and have already started squabbling over who will take his seat.
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Written in what looks like blood on a wall in the drain is the word "GROG"
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[The Drain was a hotbed of activity tonight with all manner of caliban, freak, outlander and outlaw stopping by. A Borcan woman brought down exotic equipment, an outlander woman brought steel arms and armour, and a few others came and went. Even Nym brought out his special collection of poisons, and Reds held a small auction for a few Borcan weapons. It was a good evening for both people watching and looking for exotic goods.]
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After the raving success of the Undermarket that was held a little while back, the latest news from the lived in sewer tunnels known as the Drain is that a new group has rented out and taken up residence in the western meeting room that had fallen into disuse lately, formerly having been used as the Drain Hospice. Since then a few more robed and hooded figures have been sighted around the Drain, they generally seem to stay out of the way and mind their own business.
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A outlander man seems intent on seeking an audience with the leadership of the drain.
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A letter is left under the door of the Scorned office.
M.
I seek council. You will find me in a camp to the west of Lady's Rest, follow the IX'l runes, follow time once around the VS'ri rune and follow the path. Bring your faithful 'Bow'.
N.
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More commonly in the recent days, rumours of activity in the Drain have been spread. Groups of people moving in and out on a daily basis, and exchanging coin, though beyond that the rumours tend to dilute into unfathomable, or silly hypotheses of what they're doing.
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Recent fliers in The Drain have been put up along the walls. People have been whispering to each other about a high position opening.
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[Posters go up all over the Drain and sewers around it.]
(http://iforce.co.nz/i/svi4pdus.t30.jpg)
(( This is a one time event calling anyone who wants to have a bit of fun and roll a one time level 2 runt PC that will likely only live the day. PM myself, Ob, or brimstonebane if interested! ))
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[Posters go up all over the Drain and sewers around it.]
(http://iforce.co.nz/i/svi4pdus.t30.jpg)
(( This is a one time event calling anyone who wants to have a bit of fun and roll a one time level 2 runt PC that will likely only live the day. PM myself, Ob, or brimstonebane if interested! ))
((The waterlogged posters around the drain and sewers are replaced with fresh ones))
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A woman in black wearing a mask has been seen frequenting the drain recently asking for someone that can assistince in the matter of "Finding" someone.
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[Knives himself sticks a poster on the front board of the Drain. The legible penmanship and grammar suggests he didn't write the notice himself.]
VIJAYA THE SEER IS NO LONGER WELCOME IN THE DRAIN.
SHE IS WANTED BY THE COUNT, WE WANT NO TROUBLE WITH THE COUNT.
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A pale, lanky, bestial Half-Orc comes in and out of The Drain with minor knick-knacks on a regular basis, as if hauling them in from some junk knick-knack warehouse.
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Alone in the darkness of the sewers a wounded yathrin stares into the murky waters. Her flesh healed but her pride beaten. This night, she did not pray. Her anger and fear a confusing mix of shame, doubt and defeat.
(http://i1182.photobucket.com/albums/x443/thedarkestsunrise1/Drow%20alone_zpsdmg2nvvj.png) (http://s1182.photobucket.com/user/thedarkestsunrise1/media/Drow%20alone_zpsdmg2nvvj.png.html)
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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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[Something -- rumor purports it to be massive, towering over man and Caliban alike, with horns and hooves and legs as thick as a man's torso -- has come to the Drain, bearing gifts of food from the surface.]
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[A human figure cloaked in black and white is seen about the Drain over a few nights. Their garb is a deal more clean that most of the denizens, and their persona exudes a certain air of confidence and familiarity with the foul locale. They post a few pieces of parchment about the place's walls, proclaiming that an unknown party is looking to hire skilled hands, and that they will pay well.]
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v615/rascatar/thenightthief_zpswad0t8w8.png) (http://smg.photobucket.com/user/rascatar/media/thenightthief_zpswad0t8w8.png.html)
// Focus on low to mid level characters, but any level alright. Send me a PM about interest, or a tell in game on any of my characters to meet at the specific time. Elsewise, I will be present at the specified time as much as I can manage, and simply go there ICly to meet.
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[The figure garbed in black and white can still be heard and seen about the Drain, whispering to the barkeep and others lingering about the grim establishment that an unknown party is continuing to hire skilled professionals, and the promise for fine pay and future work is still on the table. A smattering of flyers is once against pasted onto the slime-covered walls]
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v615/rascatar/thenightthief_zpswad0t8w8.png) (http://smg.photobucket.com/user/rascatar/media/thenightthief_zpswad0t8w8.png.html)
// Got some, but still looking for one, possibly two more characters for this. Meet in game or send me a PM or tell if interested!
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[The bawdy, brimstoned tanarukk, the All-Girth of the Black Leaf, has been about the Drain as of late, and having a voracious appetite, has been making inquiries among the other miscreants and mercenaries as to what anyone might know about the contractors seeking "Steady Hands."]
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A recent arrival of the mists has made his way to the Drain. One-eared, with red leathery skin and smelling of Sulfur, he constantly brings in junk to trade. Be it ragged cloth still carrying the stench of death to bits of string still damp with sewage. For the most part he comes and goes through the tunnels of Vallaki's sewers, clearly looking for more junk to trade. When he stays, he sits back to the wall, meditating with a small circular stone tablet. He doesn't seem to carry much of any worth on him, and looking at the way he has adapted to the lifestyle, one could say he has done this before.
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[Not long after the word goes public announcing the upcoming contest of carnage, a tanarukk of the Black Leaf, the All-Girth arrives in the area, frequenting both the Drain as well as the southern forests and western outskirts. She puts the word out that she seeks to acquire a few high-end varnishes and tonics, as she prepares for the upcoming fights. With her make-shift putrid tent and worn carpets, the vagabond-outcast carries her mangy home upon her back, setting up camp in the Drain at times, other times in the southern forest not far from the well. An odor of brimstone, skunk, and opium lingers in the air where ever she travels, suggesting the the horned she-orc is near.]
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As of late, on occasion, an odor of brimstone drifts and hangs in the village air within the Market District of Vallaki. Again, the All-Girth returns to the Drain, the sewer-den and gathering ground of miscreants and misfits, swindlers and smugglers, and revelers and rabble-rousers alike. When not passed out in any old tent she happens to crash into, the horned, brimstoned she-orc spends her hours drinking and smoking from her hooka with the other denizens of the Drain. When at the height of her indulgence, the crack of a whip pierces the dank, stagnant air, as the tanarukk’s hideous, hoarse laughter echoes through the pipes that snake upwards to the village and streets above.
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A small procession of red cloaked men and women in black leathers entered the Drain, and took their time sitting in the bar, and observing the goings on of the caliban, miscreants, and apostates that gather in that den of thieves. They were lead by a thin, short statured woman. Some mumble as to what the Red Vardo Traders are doing in the Drain, and why.
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Word spreads quickly amongst Drain denizens of a deadly bar fight between "The Gray Wolf" and "The Mystic", one renowned for his sword and the other for his magic. Nearly beaten at first by the Mystic's arcane might, the Wolf nonetheless left the magister dead on the floor, cut in twain. After smoothing things out with management, the Wolf left with little a word as the Mystic's limp body was taken away, leaving little more than a stain on the floor. . .
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Fliers began accumulating all across the sewer underneath the Gray City. Covered in muck and grime, they are written in both Balok and Common - a call for all freaks, misfits, and outcasts to come down to the Drain and have a drink or two, and seek out the one named 'Rack' for work.
Rumors also began circulating around that man, the man who no doubt made these fliers, rumors questioning his motives.
But who could say?
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A ragged and gangly caliban with moon-pale skin has recently taken up habitation among the Drain's shanty homes, calling himself "Drez Syzulzal" with self-proclaimed titles of adjectives ranging from "the Terrible" to "the Miserable" and all in between. He's shameless to spread word of seeking other wretches to find joint efforts in, benign or otherwise -- and always an interest in buying peculiar literature, marking him with the rare ability amongst Drainfolk to read.
Disturbingly jovial of his own self-depreciation and freakdom, Drez is decidedly more annoying than he is dangerous. But in the wakes of his sewage traversals and rat hunts, rodents have a tendancy to be crisply burnt or full of venom.
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recently a new presence has been seen frequenting the drain, a man in black armor and brown cloak and hood spending a bit of time at the tavern, he seems normal enough if it wasn't for the scales running up on the flesh that could be seen.
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[rumor can be heard spreading through the Vallaki Underworld - A certain Thaani woman of red hair and pale eye, is seen spending a deal of time in the Drain. It is said she is paying well for people to come and present themselves to her, muttered word about taking up the work that one known as Eberath formerly lain claim to.]
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*rumor of hooded figure with a mask by the name Nimeni appeared inside the drain offering healing and potions to those in need*
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Rumors begin to swirl about a Morninglordian who inhabits the Drain for a couple hours each day. He offers aid just as he does above the ground.
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Whispers in the dark corners of the underworld carry the sounds of growing business rustling in one of the backrooms of the Drain.
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Dark night, spiced by a man wearing dark cloth; the promise of coin and violence entices an audience in the Drain, with the orator hurling hundreds of gold to buy their eyes and ears. He whispers with gilded words his full ideas to the better part of a dozen that crowd around him, after his loud declaration and threat against the establishments of Vallaki.
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There is an increased bustle in the northern secrion of the drain as a man in a dark frock coat directs fired runts in rearranging furniture and cleaning out the room for currently unknown purposes. Several barrels of black powder and crates of sweet smelling opium are glimpsed amongst the more mundane goods. Perhaps these products will soon be available for sale?
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The runt, Kigyo, has become a routine presence in the Drain. He's often found in the back selling goods and services. Rumors swirl of generous discounts to Drain regulars for an otherwise costly service.
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(http://i789.photobucket.com/albums/yy174/BunnyKillerX/f5c84ee0-5d8c-4409-8d0b-32a0a89d0608.jpg) (http://s789.photobucket.com/user/BunnyKillerX/media/f5c84ee0-5d8c-4409-8d0b-32a0a89d0608.jpg.html)
TIME AND DATE (http://www.timeanddate.com/countdown/party?iso=20160928T12&p0=5&font=cursive&csz=1)
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Excitement thrums through the drain as the runt fights are expected to start soon!
//10min//
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Rumors among the runts and the drain speak of a well dress darkly clad man. He seems to offer healing, wisdom, and aid to drain rewidence at no cost. Those who have attempted to muscle or threaten the man have found their hearts to have exploded from thier chest warning of the Avenging Mother praising her name that she will aid the slighted and those who require vengeance. He preached of abandoning hope as it gives false truths that those opressed can rise with guidance and hard work and he was willing to make twists and calibans to rise beyond thier chains of opressions.
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The dran runt fights seem to have gone well, bringing coin and attention to the participants. The runt known as Beauty the decisive victor, is reported to be swimming in a personal bathtub of piss ale contemplating his now realizable dream of owning a cow.
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Cryptic messages were found throughout the drain, written in blood. They read,
"Darshe choice day3 laughing"
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Filthy fliers are scattered throughout the sewers of Vallaki - a few have even found their way to the mist camp. Their quality is incredibly poor, as if several simpletons collectively contributed their limited creative and intellectual talents, their fragile minds operating at maximum capacity, though still yielding the poorest results imaginable.
---->A Date and time is listed in large, bold red ink (https://www.timeanddate.com/countdown/taxday?iso=20161015T12&p0=224&msg=UNDERMARKET%21%21%21%21&font=sanserif)<-----
(http://i.imgur.com/FncIIFC.png)
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Filthy fliers are scattered throughout the sewers of Vallaki - a few have even found their way to the mist camp. Their quality is incredibly poor, as if several simpletons collectively contributed their limited creative and intellectual talents, their fragile minds operating at maximum capacity, though still yielding the poorest results imaginable.
---->A Date and time is listed in large, bold red ink (https://www.timeanddate.com/countdown/taxday?iso=20161015T12&p0=224&msg=UNDERMARKET%21%21%21%21&font=sanserif)<-----
(http://i.imgur.com/FncIIFC.png)
[The fliers have been collected]
//Gonna postpone this until another time
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Blood stains the sewer floor, slow to wash away. Shouts break the dripping and squeaking. Bronkus calls six people, with sixty fingers into the back room. The same six figures leave, but only forty-six fingers, and the group's purses are all considerably lighter.
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Sculptures of feces, rotten food, rusty metal, and other unwanted waste sprinkled with seeds adorn the dark corners of the sewers and subterranean tunnels like Shrines of Filth.
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(http://i1363.photobucket.com/albums/r717/Maharella/Gaping%20Wound%20Hiring_zpskhbyy3mr.jpg) (http://s1363.photobucket.com/user/Maharella/media/Gaping%20Wound%20Hiring_zpskhbyy3mr.jpg.html)
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The runt caliban known as Kigyo has been seen in the Drain, trying to peddle a variety of goods and a brewing service. He proudly refers to his half assed operation as "The Dung Pile".
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(http://i.imgur.com/8khK9Nv.png) (https://imgur.com/8khK9Nv)
A foreign knight grabbed in crimson and gold stands at the entrance of the abandoned sewer tunnels beneath Vallaki. He is armored with steel, fire and faith. He challenges the freaks and miscreants of the Drain. By candle light the crusader delivers a sermon defining the virtues of humanity and its divine manifesto. He admonishes the caliban and witchspawned denizens of the sewer sanctuary with a sermon of the Holy Commandments from the Fourth Book of Zarus! Though he dares not enter the abandoned tunnel!
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A once well known face has temporarily returned to the damp tunnels of the Drain. The woman "Roxy" has been spotted conversing with Hoth from time to time, however she spends the majority of her days and nights sleeping in a rickety tent set up not far from where Crawler peddles his goods and services. Despite her volatile nature she is rather withdrawn and seems to prefer her time to be spent alone.
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[Along the hall going to the local herbalist pot in the common room of the drain, there is blood smeared on the wall and floor. A heavy amount of it as if someone had been murdered. Bloodied small hand prints on the pipes in an almost desperate attempt to get away -- however the ending result is an even larger blood smear on the floor in almost the outline of a body. The body is no where to be found, however.]
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The runtish and timid caliban known to some as Twitchy, others as Kigyo, stumbled into the Drain a carved, broken and bruised mess. He rapidly went to visit Mad Dok to see his injuries recovered. Amidst his shrieks and cries of agony, only a handful of words can be made out.
"I! Hate! Dogs!"
He would spend much time in recovery in close proximity to Dok.
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A runt dressed in flamboyant golden cloth is seated at a table in the drain, surrounded by books and food entrés that one could only find on the surface. The sewer calibans roar and laugh among themselves as they overhear an outrageous job offer: Considerable compensation for books, & edible cultural delicacies from Port-a-Lucine.
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A candle along with a note in Balok written on a crisp piece of parchment that seems to defy getting soaked appears in the sewers..
The paper that once held the note has since been removed.
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[A few days have passed since his appearance, and word would perhaps begin to spread where those outside the shadowy freelancers and downtrodden denizens of the Drain would take notice...]
A man clad in dark, heavy metallic armor has been making himself known in the shadowy underways and decrepit tunnels of the Drain. He stands tall and proud, and has an almost hungry gaze peering out from the steel helm that he never seems to remove. Much of his time is spent among the cauldrons, tents, and the thrice-shunned outcasts that make up the deeper underbelly of the Drain.
His message is clear: He stands as the representative of a larger whole. A group of outcasts from a land beyond the mists who are similarly shunned in their own homelands. He and his faithful have come offering healing, aid, protection, and assistance to those turned away by the priesthoods of the surface world. To those who are told they are not worthy nor wanted to walk in the sunlight among the rest of the world. He claims to be powerful enough to reverse death itself, and offers his services to those in need. Though he offers an almost suspiciously optimistic message for a man surrounded by murderers, thieves, opportunists, and sellswords - a simple but clear symbol stands in stark contrast to these honeyed words of selfless aid. On this man's inky black cloak is a symbol known well to the people of this stranger's far away land. A pale white and jawless skull, backed by a purple sunburst. He calls himself "The Harbinger", and he bears the macabre symbol of the Church of Cyric...
(https://i.imgur.com/PQfOJI4.jpg)
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Two mysterious figures returned to the drain proudly triumphant this night. Hoisted victoriously above their heads was a small metal object that they seem to find great value in. After proclaiming victory over an unnamed enemy, and a fair amount of verbal chest-beating, the duo praised their dark deity and claimed that great and mysterious powers had been bestowed upon them to carry out their task.
They followed this up with an offer, made to no one in particular: Those who join in the support of their lord will also be blessed by his servants. Those who spy, steal, kill and lie.
Those who follow in the shadows or spill blood under the moon's pale gaze may find an easy home among them. Any who seek to elevate themselves beyond their peers, any who show the ambition to become greater. . . and the willingness to act on this ambition. . . will find glory among their numbers. They seek the strong, the quick, the bold, and the cunning - or those who long to become such. They offer power, and in return, they ask for an oath of loyalty or a sacrifice of coin to sate the needs of this wicked cult. . .
A tattered and dirt-stained banner is hoisted near the two - a banner bearing the grim imagery of a pale white skull backed by a purple sunburst. It's eyeless sockets watching over the two strange zealots.
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[Word spreads to the Drain and its denizens, and eventually, to all around the Grey City, of a massive battle having taken place below Vallaki, in the early morning; the sounds of clattering steel and what could only be described as the dark work of warlocks, taking place to the north, where the wererats make their den. It would end with an scream that would echo through the various sewer tunnels, then silence, and then the loud and somewhat manic exultations of a lone woman..]
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Strange words spread yet again to denizens of the Drain -- those claiming that they heard of a series of explosions that rocked the very foundations of the lower sewers themselves. Others insist they heard rushing waters and roaring pipes for upwards of an hour's time, before they mysteriously calmed again. Then there are the few who say that they saw fuming clouds of crimson energy, and felt a great drop in temperature while near these anomalies. Whatever may be true or false for those that lend an ear to the mutterings of the even stranger Drain-folk, there is one certainty, and that is something has happened far below the place. Something that will likely be forgotten with time.
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An angry caliban runt was seen shouting at Hoth, wielding a magic blade with a slew of profanity that no drain dwelling individual could truly comprehend.
The runt threw a key at Hoth, cursing the drain and all those who reside in it before storming off in a perfume filled rage.
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[Caliban tongues wag of an ebon-skinned, silver-haired figure clad in sooty-metallic armor, trimmed in vibrant purple, affixing various postings that litter the Drain and were adhered to the mold-encrusted ductwork. The parchments are riddled with pock marks where liquid had permeated the paper in splotches. The edges of the postings curled from excessive moisture. Hand-scrawled scripting was stained a rich, violet-berry color. At the bottom of the parchment is a finger-scrawled drawing depicting a single eye, encircled in a nimbus of an amalgamate of vibrant purple, soot and grime]
(https://i.imgur.com/KFOJnKl.jpg)
The time of slithering and gelatinous is upon us.
Auspicious tidings have prophesized this day. The burgeoning of filth and grime slide across the stagnant waters with the revelation.
That Which Lurks shall descend upon the lands, enshrouding all within Its glorious amorphous embrace. Predators shall cull the weak, leaving only those who genuflect and pay rightful homage and are -worthy- in Its wake.
Sacrifice glorifies the exalted Eye – the ever-vigilant, omniscient, sentry pervasive – The viscous mucus and secretions the medium for transcendence. Assimilate into Its power; coalesce with Its strength; emancipate the easily sundered membranous husks that house your feeble musculature and brittle skeletal frames. Else be consumed by Its ravenous caustic secretions and reduced to more piteous than a mere worm, clawing along your bellies, keening and lamenting for mercy.
Sacrifice of yourself freely to Its will and know the enshrouding, embrace of power that transcends mortal structure. Venerate the primordial Overlord, raise orisons in his praise and seek Its salvation -- or know only the despair of darkness within the deepest depths, engulfed in a nimbus of sludge, and exiled to a vacuous existence.
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[Once more rumors swirl of the ebon-skinned and violet clad figure adhering postings inside the acrid and muck-encrusted depths of the Drain. A malodorous scent accompanies the figure, though this is not uncommon given the denizens that reside within the bowels of the Grey City]
[A new set of parchments are once more riddled with pock marks where liquid had permeated the paper in splotches. The edges of the postings curled from excessive moisture. Hand-scrawled scripting was stained a rich, violet-berry color. The bottom of the parchment bears the depiction of a single eye, encircled in a nimbus of an amalgamate of vibrant purple, soot and grime]
Decree of the Elder Eye
Already the flesh is consumed by the slithering muck and filth. That Which Lurks has secured but the -first- that glorifies the primordial ooze that will envelope the lands. Now is the time of his reckoning.
Genuflect and pray for absolution - beg for the mercy that -may- deliver you from the revelation that is to come. As the muck stripped membranous flesh, sinew, and musculature from bone this eve, so will all perish that fail to concede to the will of sinuous slime that slides along the depths.
The worthy will garner consideration in the omniscient eye of our Lord. The weak will be culled. Thus are the tenets of those with the righteous conviction to serve the true God that shall consume all.
-Subjugate yourself to His will or be devoured-
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A man in the Morninglord's colors was seen in the Drain creating potions and offering healing to those who required it and urged those to turn away from those of Bane or Cyric. Later he was met with the man known as The Harbinger of Cyric to which the Morninglordian priest confronted him in a challenging manner. He then made his departure in dramatic fashion.
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[The man known as The Harbinger festively paraded his way through the Drain's halls tonight with the fresh corpse of a dead morninglord priest draped over his shoulder. There was a nearly manic demeanor about him, breaking the norm of his usual low, stoic tones. He took the corpse to the back of the drain, knelt in murmured prayer over it for a time, and then left. On his way in, as well as his way out, he boasted that this was the fate of those who tried to challenge the Harbinger. The fate of those who meddled in the plans of the Prince of Lies...]
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Whatever stood here once has long since faded to ruin.
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A figure wearing a mask with violet colors and a cloak depicting a skull with a purple sunburst entered the Drain this evening. He wore a clerical skirt not uncommon amongst the clergy of some faiths. He referred to himself as 'The Deceiver'. This man was seen carrying around a dead Morninglordian and claimed retribution against the 'Enemies' of Cyric. He called upon the denizens to welcome the Church of Cyric led by the Harbinger and support its endeavors against the Drain's numerous foes. He was seen offering a gift to one of the caliban in the depths and leaving with his prize in tow.
He gave a brief rant about his god and defeating the enemies of the Dark Sun. He claimed that brothers would turn against brothers, sisters against sisters. For anywhere could be the presence of yet another servant of Cyric. He lambasted the Morninglord Heresy of Barovia and that its divisions would never heal and that Lathander has forsaken the rest in a cruel twist of fate. Lastly, he called upon others to give into despair and rid themselves of false hope and twisted a favored Lathanderite saying.
"There is always another dawn, for it heralds the Dark Sun rising."
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Whatever was here once has long since faded to ruin.
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Tensions rose in the drain involving the Cyricist known as 'The Deceiver' and the group known as the Black Hand. A man known as the Bloodletter and proclaimed High Priest of Nerrull ordered The Cyricist priest be slain. Soon after, a fight broke out between 'the Deceiver' and Leon the swordsman following the refusal of the former in leaving in order to be slain by a trio. The incident was put to end by a drain dweller as the neutrality of the place was infringed upon. Soon after, the Cyricist was menaced and surrounded by the now silent group of Black Hand who waited in vain for the man to depart and fall upon their blades. The masked priest declared that the Church of Cyric would remember those transgressions...
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[A poster is set up near the door of the Eastern room]
To whoever decided that breaking my door down to enter was a good idea, you should come and make yourself known before I hear it from other sources.
Consequences will be harsh otherwise.
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A dark skinned man in Red Vardo colors was seen having a drink in The Drain.
(http://i63.tinypic.com/2yn041u.jpg)
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A flyer finds itself pinned to a sign in the Drain...
(https://i.imgur.com/7qpfPkV.png)
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A flyer finds itself pinned to a sign in the Drain...
(https://i.imgur.com/7qpfPkV.png)
A pale Gundarakite man occupies a table behind Hoth's bar with an array of drinks set out, about a half hour before the sign's mention.
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A letter has been left publicly for all to see for one Neesy. It is from a woman named Monique Gallant claiming the RVT want a meeting at whatever time and place she leaves word for.
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*she walks by glancing at the piece of paper, a forked tongue flickers from her lips as she contemplates the message*
"Oh...this better be good."
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A slender figure with wearing clothes befit to a desert dweller has been down to the Drain, seeking contacts and employment. They have been dealing with "Reds" and are absent occasionally - presumably on a delivery job in lack of better.
// Looking for Underworld RP. (Sarat Khajir ("Skarain"))
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Rumor is that there is a new sewer gang on the rise. Whatever is to be the fate of that band is yet to be known.
Denizen of the Drain are also warned via posters about a Tax Collector Wererat, and people are encouraged to carry either gold or trinkets (junk) with them in order to be able to pay the tax.
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A hooded woman in dark clothing often frequents the drain and takes her place among the shadows, occasionally illuminated each time a sharpening stone pulled roughly against a silvery blade.
Sometimes another would approach, voice low, in a whispered request for 'assistance.'
Other times she spoke her mind and eased forward in place with an interested lean, atmosphere of close proximity tainted with the scent of blood. Her voice molten and poisoned with contempt, "You are either one of us, or you are one of them."
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Over the past few days, a newcomer has been spending his time in the Drain. A man garbed in a mix of black and brown clothing, his face mostly concealed by a cloth wrapped around his head. He carries no visible weapons and seems to politely give most others their space. The man's purpose is clear to those he speaks with - He has come seeking like-minded individuals who wish to enlighten themselves spiritually and physically. He seeks to meet with those who wish to trade knowledge, share skills, offer work, or face each other in combat for training. He desires to meet with those of many faiths, creeds, and brotherhoods, and discuss the paths they walk.
On the brooch of his cloak is a skull, bearing a simple black diamond on the forehead. The unmistakable symbol of the Order of the Long Death.
(https://i.imgur.com/xRIr7tb.png)
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[three strangers are seen negotiating in the drain, with Knives, the resident Caliban seem to be wary of the visitors, one in shining golden armour, the woman the obvious leader and one that keeps to the shadows watching both the others, the talk around the drain is why are they there and who are they? The only fact that comes out is that they are related as she was heard to call to her 'cousins' when call them to a meeting after a short discussion with one of the drain residents]
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An Elven woman in an unfortunate - and dirty - compromise of a black gi and layered-on travelers clothing to endure the harsh Barovian winters was seen taking up temporary residence in the Drain. She causes little-to-no fuss, simply opting to sit in her self-designated spot and moving only to spend money on the questionable food provided. The Elf has yet to state her intentions for occupying such a miserable place.
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A women in a brown gown and Porcelain mask that covers her face has taken up a spot near the bar advertising to any she sees the pleasures she can offer. A quick flash of the box in her lap shows a number of vials and pouches neatly ordered. Looks as if a new dealer is pushing to the underground.
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Hoth's bar seems to be bustling with commotion lately, namely with the presence of a man named Boris and a crew that present themselves as the "Ratters of Vallaki".
Rumor has it they now occupy the east meeting room and are currently seeking out new muscle both for employ as bodyguards and for a future fight ring with Knive's approval.
OOC:
((Shoot a tell to Boris or Simon IG or leave a IC forum message))
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Several shady Borcan men were seen rummaging through the Drain discussing business. Notably, their apparent leader 'Lars' has taken to speaking to others in the Drain to take on work and has on occasion peddled wares when he is not speaking to Reds by Hoth's Bar.
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[A notice is left at the door of the western backroom]
SIX MONTHS LATE WIT RENT. ANOTHER MONTH AN EVICTION IS THE LEAST OF UR WORRIES.
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In the Ratters' meeting room numerous gunshots are heard before a bloodied woman stumbles out toward the pier. Rumor among the sewer dwellers is that Knives is pissed off.
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In recent days a tattooed gnome has been seen coming in and out of the Ratter's room. She arrives with packed bags of waxed leather and departs empty handed. A note is left affixed to the door of the room and in the Drain.
The Ratters are Hiring:
You got to be literate or willing to learn.
Muscle, mouths and skilled hands all welcome.
Snitches will be fed to the rats.
Leave word for or find Boss Simon or Under Boss Rhea.
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A number of people are seen entering the Eastern room, rented by the Ratters. Among them: a man in dark colours, a man in white and black, two women in dark colours, a woman in brown furs carrying a stick and a female gnome. Over the course of the day a commotion can be heard frequently from within with raised voices, breaking furniture, chanting in a strange tongues and hisses and shrieks.
Gradually the occupants trickle out, save one of the women in black and the woman in furs, who do not reemerge.
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[A sign is placed outside of the Drain]
LEADER OF THE CROWS,
Your boys start fights in MY BAR, they get tossed into the STEW.
You want to avoid that, SEE ME! You bring any trouble, I'll END it.
Rest of you Topsiders, PIKE OFF with your fighting on my TURF or there'll be a price on your HEADS.
KNIVES
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Word and a few grubby parchments begin to spread among the seedier sorts of Vallaki that a new Underbrawl is in the making! All punchers, biters, and those who just like to watch are invited to bet gold and lose some teeth in the old Drain fashion.
(https://imgur.com/MHsM4mx.jpg)
Entrance Fees:
Spectators: 500gp
Brawlers: 2000gp
Rules
Fights take place in the cage only
Fights must not injure spectators.
Spectators can throw things into the cage, but not directly hurt the brawlers.
No pre-casting of spells or drinking of potions.
No killing! You can get close it to all you like though.
//Please PM with character name/preferred alias if you'd like to enter as a combatant.
Countdown to the fights: https://www.timeanddate.com/countdown/taxday?iso=20190316T20&p0=3919&msg=Underbrawl+%233&font=cursive&csz=1
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A note in blocky Balok is pinned up outside the Eastern room in the Drain. It has a simple warning:
The next overlighter to break in here is losing more than a hand.
You have been warned.
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[With the recent renewal of the Long Death's activity in the area, the mysterious figure known as "Domenico" has been spreading word in the Drain that he is again recruiting for the shadowy Order of assassins. While it's not clear exactly what he's looking for in a candidate, all who seek perfection of the arts of death are encouraged to seek him out and make themselves known. While accounts of this man's appearance and demeanor may vary, one thing remains the same on all accounts - his robe is emblazoned with the grim image of a skull bearing a black diamond on the forehead.]
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It is not uncommon for all manner of raucous and lively noises to escape the Eastern private room, belonging to "The Crew". It would seem the business of the day was particularly rowdy for the criminals as shouts, strange chanting, prayers and the grating of steel can be heard throughout the day. Though the visitors are many and typically masked, by some counts not all that were seen entering the room over the course of the day were seen leaving.
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In the early hours of the morning a tattooed gnome enters the Drain covered in blood, her suit cut all over and moving with great effort. She buys a bottle of whisky and disappears into the back rooms.
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An unusual sight in the Drain: Two hooded women wearing amulets of the Wayfarer Kinship, moving without provocation, their weapons not deployed. The two seem to be seeking information, rather than confrontation. They receive little response to their inquiries or their knocks on various doors and soon depart, the muck dwellers quickly returning to their drinking, plotting, and games of chance.
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After an unexplained absence, the figure known as Domenico briefly re-appears in the Drain. His garb is now devoid of decoration, skull imagery, or golden accents - being a simple and functional black fighting robe. Rather than returning to his meditations or usual business about the Drain, he kneels upon the floor in the dim lighting of the rest area and appears to work on a painting.
With an array of paints, brushes, and other miscellaneous items strewn out around him, he silently works away. He's not seen speaking to anyone, and his attitude is reserved and perhaps even a bit sullen. He doesn't appear to stop for food or any other kind of refreshment, his entire focus being devoted to his work and nothing else. It as if his world only exists of the small area around himself.
Minutes become hours, and hours become a full day and night. Eventually, he completes his work. He takes the humble painting and hangs it unceremoniously on the wall across from the room used by the Ratters before taking his leave.
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The painting itself is nothing special - simple materials were used to construct it and the frame isn't ornate or decorative. The art, however, is the result of nearly obsessive attention to even the smallest detail. The background of the image is a dimly lit clearing in a forest, a cloudy night sky overlooking the scene. The main focus of the painting is a wererat standing at full height, facing the viewer. The creature itself bears an unmistakably commanding presence. Its intense, bright-green gaze peers directly out at the viewer. At its feet are piled a number of gold rings, necklaces, goblets, coins, and other treasures. It wears the torn remnants of a once-fine suit, but also bears a belt with various knives, pouches, and other "tools of the trade" upon it. Both of the creature's hands are extended outward and bearing items, as if presenting a choice. In the offered left hand rests a pristine apple - deep red and completely flawless. In the right hand, a dagger is grasped, bloodied with the exact shade of red as the apple.
The creature's wrists bear strange, shadowy shackles upon them. The coloring and technique is notably different here, as if the shackles bear some strange property and are not quite as visible and concrete as the rest of the image. Notably, the shackles have been broken in the middle, the chain used to connect them having been severed. They dangle harmlessly from the wrists - still present, but far from being able to restrict the movement of the creature.
In the background to the left, a small pack of sewer rats populate a space in the image. They seem to be motionless, with about half of them looking up in awe at the larger creature, and half peering toward the pile of treasure at its feet. On the opposing right side of the image, also in the background, a shadowy serpent slithers toward the creature. The serpent has the faintest specks of deep red dotted throughout its harsh black eyes, and has leathery grey wings folded across its back.
No signature or artist's identifying mark of any kind is placed upon the painting.
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Two women wearing Wayfarer Kinship amulets were seen at the steel door to the Drain, leaving stocks of holy water, garlic, holy symbols, and wooden stakes. They also left behind a note:
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A woman in drab clothes with a white coat shows up down in the muck seemingly out of nowhere and buys some parchment from Crawler leaving a simple and to the point note
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Fliers go up around the Drain.
(https://i.imgur.com/ULIzL5x.png?1)
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A bizarre and frightening sight has been occasionally spotted in the Drain, a freakish red-furred lupine beast with crimson eyes and sulfur black claws. Incredibly it was granted entry and, perhaps more surprisingly, has not struck at the denizens of the Drain during its occasional visit that seems to be marked with purpose.
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After a few days with a response seemingly not coming or insufficient the woman,now in a better lab coat, has been reappearing and placing down a similar note with some added writing to her initial inquiry
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[The notices are refreshed.]
Fliers go up around the Drain.
(https://i.imgur.com/ULIzL5x.png?1)
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A peculiar group was seen speaking to Hoth in the dead of night. The conversation appeared brief and too the point, with the group trickling off to one of the rented rooms. Muffled chatter could be heard through the locked door all through the night and into the morning, when the individuals then parted ways. Among those that were seen entering and leaving the room were a petite, tattooed woman, a man wearing well worn full plate, a much more petite gnome dressed head to toe in black, and a towering, green skinned caliban.
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[The notices are refreshed.]
Fliers go up around the Drain.
(https://i.imgur.com/ULIzL5x.png?1)
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[The notices are refreshed.]
Fliers go up around the Drain.
(https://i.imgur.com/ULIzL5x.png?1)
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Loud, aggravated screams of a man echo throughout the halls of the drain during the midnight hours and into the early morning, evolving into a loud roar only to be abruptly silenced - with the incessant pounding on the doors fading along with them. Two people are then seen leaving the room making their way to the bar, only to return shortly after.
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[Written in Balok and Common, this paper bears the seal of the Fourth Sect of Ezra.]
WE LIVE IN THE FINAL DAYS OF YEAR 774.
With the passage of this year, we shall enter the prophecied time of Bastion Theodorus Raines!
These are the Dying Days! Already, you can see the darkness closing in all around us!
The Caliban, and the Twist, need not remain purposeless! They need not be pariahs! Find purpose and acceptance in Ezra's flock!
Souls of all peoples, races, and backgrounds are welcome to hear the word of Ezra, and seek SALVATION! Even the Caliban might seek Her grace! Find Warden Xanthus Creek in Krofburg!
The Penitent shall be trained to take up Her sword in righteous defense against the coming Legions of Night!
-Templar Andrzej Tugurlan of Her Fourth Revelation-
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A woman dressed in Morninglordian armor arrived and settled in the drain. Soon she would make herself clear she would offer healing and care for the needy yet she seems to be looking for something... or someone. Seems she spends her time around the cauldron next to Rattok.
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An elf of short stature wearing well maintained armour has been patrolling the drain as of recent, searching for something or someone in particular...
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[A note is placed upon the wall inside the Drain, in the space between the entrance and Hoth's bar. It was stuck to the wall by a grim man in dark, hooded robes. Not long after, he vanished back into the darkness of the tunnels below.]
You are hated. You are feared. You are pushed away because the world does not understand your arts and ambitions. They are the many who are content to live unremarkable lives. They are the many who kneel to the cowardly gods of light. Gods who are all too content to keep their followers weak without their blessings.
To exist among them you must remain docile. "Stay here and enjoy peace", they say. "We fear you will surpass us" is what they mean. Torm's justice, Ezra's mercy, the laws of the land -- all of these exist to give the weakest among them comfort at the cost of culling the bold. Servitude and submission is demanded in trade for security. What a wretched price you have been told to pay.
We see your plight and hear your call. To those who will not settle for quiet submission, we will find you. Another path exists to explore your arts in full, and destruction is the gift to those who would deny it to you.
-The Sanguine Council
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A man in a long black coat spent a good deal of time working in the common room yesterday, both brewing potions and other less savory activities. There were minor pops and flashes to be heard throughout the morning of tripwires being tested and retested, different contraptions and traps assembled, taken apart and reassembled. The room was left with smells of bits of flash powder having been burned and spare springs and levers strewn about the area he had been working. He would spend some time at the bar before disappearing into the back rooms with a lone halfling woman. The clear ringing of a few shots being taken from flintlocks would echo through the sewers. The man emerged from the back rooms some time later, and was followed soon after by the halfling woman.
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A woman in dark clothing and a mask was seen in the drain this afternoon. Leaving warm meals in the common area before leaving as quietly as she entered.
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A small figure in blue and black is seen silently placing a flier in the drain
(https://i.gyazo.com/621d4ea4281ff0fa8b6e0cc5a3795ff2.png)
Gemcutters
The Gemcutters are hiring and offering capable blades in the dark, ears and eyes that can find secrets, those who find items of value and other services.
Leave word for Lapis with Hoth for any inquiries
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— There is idle chatter from those who skulk about the sewers and the Drain. Several victims' bodies have been found chewed and mangled outside of the entrance. The rumors come as a bit of a shock, with such gruesome acts not having been seen in weeks... —
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A bald, palid, and bearded, business-dressed man-- walking as if he's on some sort of "patrol" -- was seen walking up to Hoth's counter. He left word with an uninterested, passive Hoth:
"Spread around that the Vandal's of Fate are back in town; if anyone "important" in the things going on right now comes through, I'd ask you to spread that on in specific. Gods know they'll need all the help they can get."
He left as quickly as he came in.
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Word is left with Hoth at the Drain.
"Skulkers of the night, the Vandals of Fate request a word on a matter most probably trivial, but may factor into your aims. An injustice has been done -- one you may disagree with. I'd like your input on it."
//OOC: PM for meetup if possible, y'all know who you are.
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Word if left with Hoth at the Drain:
"We ask for a brief meeting with she who fell from the sun into the darkness. No more than ten minutes would be required."
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[Several loud traps are triggered by a cursing half-drow in the commons of the drain, followed by several seconds of casting, then a scuffle, and finally gunshots, When any round the corner to check, they would see only a bloodstain, and a confused looking half-orc who quickly wanders off]
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Sometime in the night, a woman clad in black leathers and in possession of several rapiers rushed into the Drain in a panic, thought to be running from something. She was exhausted, having run what must have been great lengths to get here. She kept to herself for the entirety of her stay, with suggestion that she may have been quietly crying.
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Two women enter the Drain after sunset. A man would bar them entrance, but after an exchange of measured speeches, they are allowed admittance, the word "deathwish" echoing down the damp stone of the adjoining culverts.
The two make inquiries of any who would speak with them and disappear into one of the rooms at the back.
Sometime later that door opens, and they depart peacefully, though magic crackles in the air all about them.
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A note is left posted in the Drain for anyone who cares to read them.
"Skulker Looking For Work
Skills include traps & locks, stealth, and a questionable moral compass. Inquisitive but knows when to keep their mouth shut.
Leave a note for Miststrider."
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A notice is posted in the Drain.
I am offering a reward for a murdered woman I have vested interest in. She has been slain by foul vraja- some manner of melting flame or acid. Her name is Ver Dell Larkull.
I seek any information about her killer and seek to recover her body as it is an asset.
~Signed,
Veridian
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[A few notices are placed in the Drain.]
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Attention, iblith half-cretoks, ologs, rivvin, darthirii, and other colnbluth that dwell beneath the surface!
We, the Daughters of Lolth, invoke our authority and call out to those who also find shelter in the dark stink-tunnels once more!
In three weeks of posting, we will host a second contest of bloodsport; of martial skill and competency within the Drain. Matches will be duels arranged by lottery in single-elimination brackets. Preceding each match, opponents will be allotted a thirty count to prepare themselves before cuts and blows may begin.
Participants may use whatever means necessary to subdue or have their opponents plead for mercy, so long as they do not leave a corpse behind, cause property damage or injury to spectators. We take onlooker security seriously; assassination attempts will be met with a deadly, merciless response.
The single victor shall receive reward and privilege, bestowed by the Yath of the Dark Mother herself!
- A sum of 25,000 fang for the champion to do with as they please,
- As guest to a dinner hosted by the House in their honour,
- Consideration of future favour and opportunities
Those who fail to claim victory but still entertain us may earn themselves pouches of coin nonetheless!
Ori'gato vlos tlu pr'dyk wun l'Olath Ilhar's kaas!
-Revered House Rilyn'ae
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A halfling with a chip on his shoulder has been a new sight in the Drain these days. Seen speaking with Hoth, Reds, and other notables, he has made the rounds with the right sort and has become an accepted, if occasional, visitor. Rumor has it he has been eyeing others with sticky fingersfor jobs in the den of villany and scum and, most importantly, word is he has the gold to back up his words...
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In the early hours of the morning a short, female figure meets a hooded male in front of the bar. After a few quiet words they make for the back room. Some minutes later the rapid clanging of heavy metal feet can be heard, as a hulking iron form rushes back into the bar. It soon slips back into the form of the hooded male. Seconds later, the feminine figure steps from a shadow; a little blood on her sleeve and a sickly yellow bruise on her face.
They converse in a strange tongue, the short woman with an intensely excited tone, the man with a grave one. At length, the short woman departs the Drain.
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Local rogue and thieves' friend known as 'Honest' Henry was found strangled to death in the tunnels before the drain. Nothing was left to indicate who or what, but what is known is a source of work for entry-levels thieves has just been eliminated. A few sticky-fingered folk drink to him this evening and wish his larcenous soul a fond farewell.
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A chase scene has happened in the sewers of Vallaki, and continued into the Drain. Alarm spells going off, a bald man following after a shrouded woman. She was let into the Drain after asking the doorkeeper, and then the man followed after her. She managed to escape in a moment when he was distracted however, and didn't come back.
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A new tenant has taken residence of Room 1 within the drain. A moon elf woman always seen in a suit of some kind. She has wasted no time in begining to get set up within having multiple people come in and out of the room. Recently she was seen placing fliers outside her door and in the bar of the drain itself
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Again the blue haired moon elf in a suit calling herself Twinblade is seen placing down fliers. This time the subject matter is much less vauge.
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A note is posted in the drain for anyone who cares to read them.
Seeking to purchase a scroll for the Magic Circle spell for purposes of warding against evil. Negotiations on contact if you prefer.
Leave a note at the Blue Water or the Drain.
[The notice is signed with a zweifalk coat of arms]
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[The following note is placed in the tunnels just outside the Drain]
Verenzio
You are SUMMONED to stand judgement for THREATS OF DEATH made to those below.
You have SEVEN Days.
Compliance will be met with a measure of mercy.
-Domenico, Order of the Long Death
[The notice is soon crossed out, marking the matter resolved.]
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Outside the Drain, a story and a threat are left by a figure stepping from a shadow.
Have you heard the tale of the Blind Serpent?
Too weak to slay a pernicious Shadow,
He struck a deal in bad faith, with a lying tongue.
To the Child of Water he spoke:
"Let there be peace between us."
The Child of Water was not wise to the ways of the Serpent.
They loved peace, and hated war, so they agreed.
The Serpent spoke again:
"If there is to be peace,
all of the Children of Light must also keep it."
The of Child of Water thought this wise,
So they agreed.
The deal struck, the Serpent departed.
He taunted the Shadow and said:
"The Children of Light have promised me peace,
You must bow to my throne Shadow."
The Shadow laughed, and replied:
"I am not a Child of Light, Serpent.
My will is my only bond."
Then she banished the Serpent,
Leaving him throneless.
The Serpent knew it could not slay the Shadow,
Instead, it sought the Child of Water and spoke in madness:
"The Shadow broke our peace, Child of Water,
So I will poison all the Children of Light."
The Child of Water was confused:
"You never named the Shadow, Serpent."
The Serpent sneered.
"It matters not: I am blind,
You are all Children of Light to me."
The Child of Water cursed the Serpent, then:
"Then you are the oathbreaker Serpent,
For you are not bound to your word, but your whims."
The Serpent laughed, as the Shadow had,
And swallowed its own tail.
"I am not a child of Light,
My will is my only bond."
The Shadow came then, upon the Serpent.
They laughed together,
And all was Shadow.
For now the Child of Water could not tell one from the other.
Author's Note:
If any Kin are harmed by Domenico Foscari over an oath that was never mine,
I will kill every member of the Storm's Eye Gang, Domenico's criminal puppets.
I will kill his Pale Prophet.
All will be blood and madness.
For that is my nature.
As it seems,
Is His.
The Laughing Shadow
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[Placed around the Drain and just outside of it is an ad of sorts.]
To the Sound of the Death Knell
For those whom respect the dead and dying, whom find solace in the void, whom walk among the graves, marked and not, I beckon you to me to trade words and songs.
For those who hear the words forbidden to life, I offer you comfort and kinship in a choir. Seek me out and I shall welcome you with open arms.
For the Dead and Damned, I implore you to release the regrets and woes tying you to this torturous existence. Should you need an ear to relinquish the pain that animates you, I shall listen in the hopes you will find the eternal slumber we all deserve when we pass from this life to the next.
--The Gravesinger
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An enormous, hulking caliban as large as Hoth has been seen frequenting the drain, having drinks with various people.
The jovial nature of this ebon-skinned Caliban stands out, the massive behemoth seemingly having a great time with an assortment of folks, from calibans to drows.
The purple ox on his head is iconic: Evenin is back in Barovia, drinking merilly in the Drain's bar.
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\\1 day, 11 hours away at time of posting!
[A few notices are refreshed in the Drain.]
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Attention, iblith half-cretoks, ologs, rivvin, darthirii, and other colnbluth that dwell beneath the surface!
We, the Daughters of Lolth, invoke our authority and call out to those who also find shelter in the dark stink-tunnels once more!
In three weeks of posting, we will host a second contest of bloodsport; of martial skill and competency within the Drain. Matches will be duels arranged by lottery in single-elimination brackets. Preceding each match, opponents will be allotted a thirty count to prepare themselves before cuts and blows may begin.
Participants may use whatever means necessary to subdue or have their opponents plead for mercy, so long as they do not leave a corpse behind, cause property damage or injury to spectators. We take onlooker security seriously; assassination attempts will be met with a deadly, merciless response.
The single victor shall receive reward and privilege, bestowed by the Yath of the Dark Mother herself!
- A sum of 25,000 fang for the champion to do with as they please,
- As guest to a dinner hosted by the House in their honour,
- Consideration of future favour and opportunities
Those who fail to claim victory but still entertain us may earn themselves pouches of coin nonetheless!
Ori'gato vlos tlu pr'dyk wun l'Olath Ilhar's kaas!
-Revered House Rilyn'ae
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A face returns to the Drain which has not been seen in several months--the quiet merchant and entertainer Heather.
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\\1 day, 11 hours away at time of posting!
[A few notices are refreshed in the Drain.]
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Attention, iblith half-cretoks, ologs, rivvin, darthirii, and other colnbluth that dwell beneath the surface!
We, the Daughters of Lolth, invoke our authority and call out to those who also find shelter in the dark stink-tunnels once more!
In three weeks of posting, we will host a second contest of bloodsport; of martial skill and competency within the Drain. Matches will be duels arranged by lottery in single-elimination brackets. Preceding each match, opponents will be allotted a thirty count to prepare themselves before cuts and blows may begin.
Participants may use whatever means necessary to subdue or have their opponents plead for mercy, so long as they do not leave a corpse behind, cause property damage or injury to spectators. We take onlooker security seriously; assassination attempts will be met with a deadly, merciless response.
The single victor shall receive reward and privilege, bestowed by the Yath of the Dark Mother herself!
- A sum of 25,000 fang for the champion to do with as they please,
- As guest to a dinner hosted by the House in their honour,
- Consideration of future favour and opportunities
Those who fail to claim victory but still entertain us may earn themselves pouches of coin nonetheless!
Ori'gato vlos tlu pr'dyk wun l'Olath Ilhar's kaas!
-Revered House Rilyn'ae
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In the early hours of the morning a pale human and a short woman in dark colours enter Drain Room 1, belonging to the Storm's Eye.
Shortly thereafter; shouts, a muffled boom and then the sounds of terrible battle can be heard before all is again still.
After some minutes the pale man departs the room, and then the Drain, with purpose.
The body of the small woman is carried in his arms.
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[A few notices are refreshed in the Drain.]
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Attention, iblith half-cretoks, ologs, rivvin, darthirii, and other colnbluth that dwell beneath the surface!
We, the Daughters of Lolth, invoke our authority and call out to those who also find shelter in the dark stink-tunnels once more!
In three weeks of posting, we will host a second contest of bloodsport; of martial skill and competency within the Drain. Matches will be duels arranged by lottery in single-elimination brackets. Preceding each match, opponents will be allotted a thirty count to prepare themselves before cuts and blows may begin.
Participants may use whatever means necessary to subdue or have their opponents plead for mercy, so long as they do not leave a corpse behind, cause property damage or injury to spectators. We take onlooker security seriously; assassination attempts will be met with a deadly, merciless response.
The single victor shall receive reward and privilege, bestowed by the Yath of the Dark Mother herself!
- A sum of 25,000 fang for the champion to do with as they please,
- As guest to a dinner hosted by the House in their honour,
- Consideration of future favour and opportunities
Those who fail to claim victory but still entertain us may earn themselves pouches of coin nonetheless!
Ori'gato vlos tlu pr'dyk wun l'Olath Ilhar's kaas!
-Revered House Rilyn'ae
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The notices are refreshed in anticipation of the contest, a little over a couple of days away.
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A pale Borcan gnome has taken to filling the stagnant air of the Drain with music. She pauses at times to speak with various visitors; exchanging paper, pouches and coin.
Simple notices go up.
The Union is Hiring:
Work is offered for tradesfolk, twists and free people of all stripes.
If you're looking for a crew, you can keep your eyes open and your mouth shut?
We'll pay you good.
Leave word for Cat with Hoth, or find the minstrel below.
Boss Eviis
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A note is left for "Vanilie" with Hoth.
Someone is interested in your services. Please feel free to leave a note here or with the Blue Water Inn, addressed to me, with an approximate meeting time and location.
Coin is not in question.
Signed,
The Lady in Blue
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A familiar blue haired elf has been seen around the drain again as are her fliers for the Storm's Eye though she seems to be spending a lot of time in room 1 as of late...
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A short man bearing the head of a jackal as a mask and tattoos depicting vipers, seems to have been lurking down the Drain as of late, why would someone as strange as that be down there...
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A pale Borcan gnome led a number of figures; some hulking, some human, into the Storm's Eye meeting room.
Shortly thereafter the room is breached from without; the boom of magic and the clash of steel can be heard within.
After some time the sounds quiet, and the intruders depart.
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A pale Borcan gnome returns to the Drain with music and coin.
Simple notices go up.
The Union is Hiring:
Work is offered for tradesfolk, twists and free people of all stripes.
If you're looking for a crew, you can keep your eyes open and your mouth shut?
We'll pay you good.
Leave word for Cat with Hoth, or find the minstrel below.
Boss Eviis
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Behind the ramshackle shanties in the crafting canton, a small shrine has been erected in an inconspicuous corner. Cuttings from advertisements have formed a filthy papier mâché on the wall. Illustrations of dresses, recognizable as stock from Kathryn Jecza's fashion store make up the majority of the piece...
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THE STORM'S EYE IS HIRING!
Currently hiring any bodyguards, thieves, or witches , those with no place - come to the Storm's Eye. Do good work and get paid well.
Leave word for Hoth down in the Drain or in front of Room 1 down in the Drain for Fang.
//OOC: "Facilis" on both the forums and discord
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A few notices have been gone up in the Drain
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Muscle for Hire
Can Read and Write
Simple Jobs to get acquainted with things in the Drain
Leave a message for carp at Hoth
//OOC send a pm here, in game or at discord at Crimeindex#2823
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[A note is pinned unceremoniously among the others.]
Looking to rent a room in the Drain.
Leave a note for Fox.
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[A dirty notice appears in the drain amongst the others of its kind.]
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To be known:
Nasir Razthelyk killed by Sorry.
Remains delivered to Gendarmerie.
Time now, for return of Evenin.
Pale Serpent - awaiting your step.
// OOC: placed in location
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A harsh explosion has been heard throughout the Drain and the Vallaki sewers. Rumors state that some dire experiment had gone wrong. Others speak of forbidden rituals... whatever had happened.. the explosion had the power of almost an earthquake....
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[A notice is placed within the Drain]
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Feb 10th, 3pm PST
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Plain Text
Invitation
Widow's Wake - Opening
We invite those who dwell in the dark to join us in iniquity within the Drain.
The doors of Room One will be open to whoever seeks personal enjoyment free from the judgement of the surface.
Drinks, food, and more will be provided for a nominal fee.
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A woman was seen entering the Drain asking about a man who had a book for her, She gave the name Bluebell and told Hoth that if he should return tell him to leave a message for her there.
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[The return of brimstone and fire, as All-Girth arrives to the Drain, once again, fuming, slashed with her own fresh blood, promising $1,000 Gold Fang for the true name of a tall, female elf-blood wielding a two handed sword. Called All-Girth a MONGRELL! Promised to -SLAY- the next "CALIBAN and MONGREL" she sees!]
[Bounty posted in Drain.]
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A set of posters would be found amidst the Drain....
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(( OOC information:
This will be happening on the 10th of April, 6 PM CST.
Combatants are allowed to be lvl 12 maximum. Not to worry, future crucibles may be for higher levels!)
For registration or wishing to sell at the event: Either contact Ken14 or Favee on the forums with a message or find Evenin or Savra ingame. Or visit the Widow's Wake!
If you DO register as a combatant, please offer your name and a title! If no title is given, we'll make one up for you.....
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[A notice as been removed.]
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The posting is soon vandalized
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[Drawn on the paper is an inverted triangle with lines that continue past its points.]
Thee Nightcrafter seeks for meetings with those for hearts of:
Killings
Spying
Stealing
Bring trophies of darkest deeds to the drain for show and thee Nightcrafter will find you.
If not staying... leave something of your dark mind behind, or leave word for Nightcrafter with Hoth.
For Nightcrafter can do all things of dark for coin.
[A dark hooded figure is seen briefly in the Drain deep in the night. The figure leaves an advert on the wall near
the entrance, then disappears as quickly as they arrived.]
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//Posted In-game. OOC Contact: |Discord: Neowarrior51#5663|Forums: NC-13
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Fangs searching for gang!
I'm half-orc and i'm searching for good gang! I'm strong and trained fight with battleaxe! My old gang broke up. With good gang we can do all! Rob people, kill and ruin! You can call me Fangs! Send a word to Hoth!
//ooc Send PM in game or Discord Dagoth #9303
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A box has been built in the drain, and filled with clothing and food. The clothing ranges between the size of a child to larger then most Caliban. Rumors say that a woman was seen filling the box with these goods.
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[Word suffuses through the underbelly of the Grey City that reward is offered in exchange for information pertaining to a disappearance or possible death. Mention of a worn coin and a pseudonym of "Lucky" is floated in relation; the interested party hopeful for a catch with the baited hook. Those with information are to schedule a meeting by way of the behemoth of a bartender, Hoth.]
//If you have IC information related to the above and interest in the meeting, please send an IC forum PM to me. Thanks!
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Of late a woman clad in a tattered long gown and heavy veil has been seen lingering about the drain, quietly milling about. Over a few day's time, she could be seen setting up within an unused nook of the drain. Building and setting up a modest little hospice for the drain folk, or any wishing to venture beneath the city to seek aid from unquestioning and discreet hands.
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Soon a donation chest shows up outside the hospice for others to add to, or those in need to take from.
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Notes begin to appear in the Drain, suggesting an opportunity to make fang without resorting to crime or rat-hunting.
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OOC: Contact me via message on the forum or on Discord (Willy#9480) to arrange a meeting!
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SEVERAL NOTES ARE SCATTERED ABOUT THE AREA THAT READ AS FOLLOWS:
Can you not hear it? Can you not hear the whispers from the stars? Can you not hear them calling to you? Can you not feel them pulling at your heart, at your mind? Will you not heed them? Will you not heed the dreams that they bring? Will you deny the Eldritch Enlightenment? Fools tremble at the darkness! True terror cares nothing for the light of any star, it is beyond the laws of nature, vast and terrifying beyond imagining, and to truly understand it is to lose one’s mind.
Hear and listen! The Eldritch Enlightenment will set you free! You will begin to see the true nature of the universe, and you will begin to understand it’s terrible, beautiful truth. And in understanding you may be reborn as a child of the stars, transformed by knowledge and power, reshaped by will and wonder. Will you come to laugh and dance with me? Will you twirl and spin your way through the madness? Will you let go of this illusion, this madness, and discover the truth? Will you embrace the Eldritch Enlightenment?
Embrace it! The stars shall give you dreams of the truth, and if you accept them, you may yet find the way to true knowledge, true freedom, true power, and true bliss. There is a nature beyond nature, a power beyond the gods, and that power calls to you. Heed the call. Bring forth the sacrament, the Essence of Madness, and be enlightened.
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A note is left near the bar, with writing neat but not exemplary.
"I heard rumors a group was seeking to sell the room they had rented. I'm interested in buying, and willing to discuss prices and such. You can leave a message or contact me here in the drain."
The note is signed L.C.
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A deathly pale Barovian woman was seen in the Drain offering those with magical aptitude an opportunity. She did not elaborate on more than that, though it is rumored through the shadows that the hushed words "thaumaturgic blood magic" were floated. Those interested were asked to leave word with Hoth.
//Those seeking to get in contact are asked to leave an IC letter via a forum PM to this account
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A young woman dressed in the white robes of the Morninglord was seen braving the sewers to deliver winter supplies to those in need. A chest and note were left behind for anyone who could read and needed the supplies.
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[A small woman in a blue coat could be seen leaving a simple notice in the Drain]
Life lost it's luster? Can't bring yourself to do the things which once brought you joy? Leave word for Miss S. I will make your dreams come true.
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[Elegant, looping script was scrawled upon exotic, opulent vellum and posted for all the denizens of the underbelly of Vallaki within the Drain to witness.]
Madden the unwashed masses with lies-
And quicken the gold to press.
His Kingdom Cometh!
Prepare your offering and beg all that is merciful it is not found wanting.
The hungry will known sustenance and eternal gluttony.
The rapacious, inheritance and insatiable greed.
The listless, final impetus.
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A dapper gentleman would be seen carrying a skull into the drain and leaving it along with a letter.
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A bloated, pale skinned corpse lapped against the dilapidated docks causing a spectacle to the freakish inhabitants of the seedy underbelly below the Grey City known as the Drain. Once fished out of the murky, malodorous waters, the body was mutilated: missing both pinky fingers and left ear nearly severed.
Conspiratorial whispers in the depths and darkened corners of the underworld spoke of the identity of the woman, one former employee of the Red Vardo Traders, Florenta Dimova, and the message that her death served of the grave punishment for treachery and betrayal.
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[Elegant, looping script was scrawled upon exotic, opulent vellum and posted for all the denizens of the underbelly of Vallaki within the Drain to witness.]
Let that which sparkles, shine-
Guide the devoted, thieving hand!
His Kingdom Cometh!
The time is upon us, faithful. Assemble with your fellow devout and prepare to genuflect before his grandeur!
REJOICE! REJOICE!
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[Elegant script was scrawled upon opulent vellum and posted for all the denizens of the underbelly of Vallaki within the Drain to witness.]
Now is the epoch of AVARICE!
Indulge your VICES
Sate your WHIMS
Revel in your GLUTTONY
All nourishes HIM
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[In poor quality parchment, a note is left scrawled with atrocious handwriting.]
SEEKING KNOWLEDGE
OVER DEATH, UNDEATH
AND THE DEAD.
WILL COMPENSATE.
FIND ME OR WRITE ME.
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[In poor quality parchment, a note is left scrawled with atrocious handwriting.]
SEEKING KNOWLEDGE
OVER DEATH, UNDEATH
AND THE DEAD.
WILL COMPENSATE.
FIND ME OR WRITE ME.
The note has been removed.
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A small, auburn-haired woman in a golden-trimmed blue coat could be seen nervously wandering into the Drain, using an umbrella to shield herself against the sewage constantly dripping down from the ceiling.
She briefly inquired about a large fellow she knew as "Stool", before asking Hoth to pass on a message.
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Rumor spreads of a pale skinned, red eyed woman, hair half black, half white lurking in the drain on occasion. While whispers speak of a dark, hungry nature, the creature never lays a hand on anyone within or near the establishment, always unarmed save for a chilling smile.
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A small creature has been seen and heard around the drain, asking Hoth and the other residents strange questions. It's somewhat well recognizeable pale skin and ghost white hair marking who it was. It always asks the same questions, in the same rhythm
Doessss the princesss know the old ratssss.... Doesss the princessss know the old wayssss... Derro knowsssss... Derro helpsss. Derro knowssss the path to true ratssss. Derro knowssss the waysss of ratsss... Derro servessss ratsss as Derro served before... Yesssss.... Derro ssservessss... Derro remembersss and becomesssss.... Find Derro in the placesss the ratssss gather.
A poorly scrawled note also appears near the door, repeating much the same message, but misspelled repeatedly
Please message me here or on discord at Stormy#3021, or in game you may find Aridiin lurking around The Drain or "the place rats gather".
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[notes penned in an elegant hand are left in the Drain]
The winds of change blow ever stronger, and yet the unwashed masses persist in their grey lives in the doldrums.
But we talented few will not stand idle.
No, we shall paint them with vibrant shades of beautiful suffering.
We shall paint them with glorious Enlightenment.
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A letter is left in the care of Hoth, for the occupant of unit #2
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A rumor spreads among those who call the sewers of Vallaki home.
A ghastly woman has been seen roaming the sewers, crying and wailing.
A rancid and sweet smell hangs around her like a shroud and those who get near enough to see her face, report bloodshot eyes peering behind a curtain of stringy and unkempt hair.
Her unnerving shambling and ungodly sounds echoed through the tunnels...
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A strange caliban with an occult symbol tattooed on his forehead is seen stepping out of his usual backroom.
He nails a tattered note to the sign outside of Room 3 before slipping out of sight once more.
Sewer Kittens -
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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Among the gossip at Hoth's bar is that of a strange masked man's search for knowledge of shadows in this world, how to curry their favor, and, perhaps be attuned to them.
To those who know,
We seek knowledge of those familiar with the shadows of this land and where the dark things dwell to speak with me and I to lend an ear. I would listen and offer a token of value in exchange. Let us meet.
A Voyager
[A sylvan symbol of winter is marked below]
//OOC: Can be contacted here on forum or at Vauro#3485
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From the moment I walked in, it looked rough, dull and disturbing. Piled debris and thick gloom made up most of its interior.
It was hard to see through all the murky air, but the uncomfortable atmosphere from within could be felt.
As I entered the odd watering hole through a large portal, I was welcomed by a feeling of discomfort and silence.
The bartender Hoth, was a large hulking figure standing behind the bar, and that made no effort to acknowledge my presence.
It was as disgusting inside as it was in the sewers that brought me here. The walls were completely empty, only covered in a layer of fatty grime with the brackish water running off into the many cisterns.
The tavern itself was almost completely abandoned. The few shadowy folk, caliban, and twist inside, are silent and they kept to themselves, but whoever they are, it's about the clearest sign I could get, telling me “you don't belong here”.
I heard rumors about that place, supposedly it's infamous for something, but for the life of me, I can't remember what for. Though judging by everything in the place, it must be something horrifying.
I tells ya now, I ain’t never going back.
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Rumors spread as a strange dark figure wearing an oddly shaped mask with a long pointy nose and was also with an old beat up viscous looking worg he had for a pet, left a mysterious message with the bartender Hoth.
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Rumors spread as a strange dark figure wearing an oddly shaped mask with a long pointy nose and was also with an old beat up viscous looking worg he had for a pet, left a mysterious message with the bartender Hoth.
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Fanmail is left outside the Drain, written in poor scrawl. It seems addressed to "the two very nice adventurers who almost helped me find my sword", several pages long. It's a wonder its writer even managed to get down here.
...that was really funny about the hugging, but we should probably talk to you both about peer pressure! It's a very dangerous problem in today's youth!...
...and then when she came after me, I thought I was a goner!...
...so I was thinking, what if you set up some sort of night's guard, and fight off vampires with the flaming halberd? I have these masks you can wear so no one knows your identity and...
...I had a great time!...
Signed, Hroðgar Roggenbroet Jr., second-place winner of the Harmonia Talented Boys Competition, your number one fan.
A drawing is enclosed of a catman caliban and a half-orc fighting a giant, evil, slightly pudgy elf. The drawing is not very good, but it is certainly evocative.
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A youthful, black-haired half-elf in a white-and-gold tabard and ulster coat sweeps into the Drain. He nods to those about before passing a parchment and sack of coin to Hoth. He then departs as swiftly and wordlessly as he arrived.
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//OOC Info: This is intended for low level characters, from 4th to 6th level.
Discord for contact: Spazzer#5557
⚔ HIRING: CALIBAN WILLING TO FIGHT TO THE DEATH ⚔
To the malformed dregs of this accursed land, here is an opportunity.
If you've sharp knives and little to live for, I'll hire one of you to fight in a duel against one of my companions.
If you win, you'll get three thousand of the Count's wolf fangs and the right to murder your enemy.
If you lose, your body will be fed to the rats.
No magick. No tonics. No nonsense, or you won't get the prize.
If you wish to take the offer, leave word with Hoth.
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A new unsigned flyer left pinned to the wall of the Drain
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⚔ HIRING: CALIBAN WILLING TO FIGHT TO THE DEATH ⚔
To the malformed dregs of this accursed land, here is an opportunity.
If you've sharp knives and little to live for, I'll hire one of you to fight in a duel against one of my companions.
If you win, you'll get three thousand of the Count's wolf fangs and the right to murder your enemy.
If you lose, your body will be fed to the rats.
No magick. No tonics. No nonsense, or you won't get the prize.
If you wish to take the offer, leave word with Hoth.
The hiring notice vanishes. A presence hefts a caliban's body onto one of the more well trodden parts of the sewers, for the rats to gnaw on; the body is missing an ear, and it's forehead is caved in.
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Popping up around the Drains, a few flyers are posted for the masses:
The Gallery Below Presents - Bella's Existence, A Debate
Seeing as how recent hostilities have gotten heated, and my bluff for terror has been called, I'll give you all a chance. A civil debate, hosted in my Gallery, on the topic of my existence. There will be three slots open to argue for and against my existence, so write me to reserve a spot soon. I will merely act as moderator, and at the end, we'll have a little vote on the topic. Convince the audience my life is not worth living, and I'll put my affairs in order and meet the sun. This exciting event will occur promptly at ((6PM EST Jan 11)). The doors will be open to all who wish to attend, space allowing. Disrespect the neutrality of the space at your own risk, we are all guests down there after all.
Due to unfortunate scheduling conflicts, the Debate Night will be postponed for a week - ((Wed Jan 11 at 6pm EST))
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[A letter is placed]
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[damp notices are seen around the noticeboard in the drain]
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[Several boxes and varied pieces of furniture have been hauled into Room #2 over the course of an entire evening.
Scraps of wood, empty canvases and colored tile have been tossed outside the door and into the hallway to be collected.]
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A flyer makes an appearance in the Drain and various other parts of the sewers (placed in game)
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Esoteric objects, blackened crystals, and shelves of books were moved into a room on the far end of the drain. An elven woman in dark robes was seen aligning the objects, and from time to time an eerie gloom snaked it way out from the cracks in the doorway.
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Yet another dark elf is seen coming and going from the room at the far end of the drain. The drow man is seen hauling crates, crystals and furnishings into the room in the dead of night. A luminescent mauve glow escapes into the hall each and every time the heavy metal door is left open as he sets to work.
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... A woman garbed in Borcan style of dress enters the Drain and wastes no time in heading to the back rooms, unlocking the door to room one and after entering, shuts it behind her, bolting and locking the barrier...
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A note is left pinned to the message board in the Drain.
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A simple paper is left near the Drain.
Notice From the Corpse Crafter
I will not waste your limited attention span with pretty words:
I possess a rare book on the art of crafting liches and death knights.
It can be yours.
Serious offers only, and do not try to be wily. You won’t like the result.
Leave letters in the black market beneath the Port city.
((Placed in game))
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Two corpses are impaled and stood on display in front of room two in the Drain, known as the temple of Pazrael to those who dwell within it.
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A note is left in the drain:
Taking marks for pay.
Contact with an offer, within reason.
Vallaki only.
Leave word addressed to "Onyx" with Hoth.
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Notice in the Drain:
Need fake documents for the Garda?
Trade licenses, certifications, and other documents.
Free of charge for all Gundarakites.
Contact Onyx. Leave word with Hoth.
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A tall woman with a long blonde braid is seen placing two notices onto the board
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A note is left in the Drain below the others:
Don't know who you are but this is the Drain.
Don't care about necromancers.
Don't care about some idiot gonna get himself killed.
If I catch whoever you are snitching in these parts, you're dead.
Already know that dark elf Mal'afae with Exostra talked to Corporal Zugravescu, know they're a rat. Best keep out of Vallaki.
- Onyx
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[A note is left in place of the others, penned in a sharp flowing script]
"Orchid" and "Onyx", your monickers are of little significance and your words hollow, the information you think you've brought to light is well known by the caliban and others who dwell hereabouts.
Keep your rumor mongering to it's original obscurity and do naut seek to foster enemies and pen vague threats-
if you've issue with those of Drowkind I invite yourself to L'Olath Zer'tath, or perhaps discussion with the caliban you seek to so clumsily "warn"? If you truly frequent the drain then the Apothecarium might hear your words. If such is naut amenable: Then Keep your noses out of our business lest they be removed.
-L'Ilharn d'L'olath Zer'tath
//Note placed IC
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Loud chanting could be heard coming from the back of the Drain, from room two, the temple of Pazrael. A single scream followed shortly after, and a few hour after that another corpse, this time of a caliban, once more is impaled on display in front of the temple of Pazrael, mangled far more so than the previous ones, with a notice attatched,
"This vile ilk has wronged several within the Drain in the name of Lord Pazrael. Know this was done on their own volition, and that they were never a member of our congregation. I have made them into a proper example of what will be done with those who continue to disgrace our Lord in such a manner.
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*A notice placed in the Drain, a black onyx gemstone is drawn at the top of the notice, with a skull and scythe barely visible inside it...*
Hand of Nerull, monastic order to the God of Death.
Death comes for all.
To those who follow the Old Ways or wish to...
Write Onyx.
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Though in good company among the refuse, scum, and murderers within the Drain, Balthazaar, the Count's Executioner is a nonetheless a rare and curious sight brushing shoulders with the the twists and freaks found within. His Excellency's servitor is seen entering the backrooms, where Resker "Knives" Ratta counts his ill-gotten gains. A man of few words at the best of times, it seems the meeting was a short one indeed, as Balthazaar leaves not long thereafter without drawing blood. When one among the Drain's occupants begins shouting about weapons for Gundarak, Knives is noted to have made his position on the matter clear.
No one in the Drain offers succor to the Sons and Daughters of Gundarak.
"You deal with them down here, they'll find you up floatin' in a river of shite. Only warning."
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After the recent commotion that befell the Drain, the uneasy calm which prevailed was broken when screams of anguish echoed out from within the Apothecarium. Soon after the door opened, and the crocodile-tailed Tiefling known to many inhabitants of the Drain emerged, dragging behind him the unconcious and one-armed form of a man in plate-armor. The Tieflings mouth was covered in blood, a hint perhaps of what had happened within while he tossed the limp form out into the sewers.
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[A piece of paper is tacked onto the Drain's filthy noticeboard.]
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A pungent scent of bog and blight begins to permeate within the depths of the drain, the rancid stench of decay a prequel of a sequel to the unusual life that has taken hold underneath Vallaki.
The scent of sewer would seem like a mercy compared to that which is coming from The Apothecarium.
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Hulking forms are heard stomping out of the third room in the drain, removing furnishings and carting them off into places unknown, the forms are heard and never seen until the room is empty once again, the purple lights fading one by one. The smell of burning incense dissipating until it is replaced by the usual ever-present scent.
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...A lone woman with bright hazeled eyes and remarkable red skin is seen mulling about the drain room one. The sounds of moving furniture, breaking boards and at times cursing in foreign tongues can be heard. As well, the wafting aroma of strong wines...
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A note is left near the entrance to the Drain...
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A note left on the noticeboard...
Smithing and Leatherworking Services Requested
Leave word with Hoth for Ulari if you would render such.
-Ulari
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There is a bustle about Room three. Boxes, statues and furniture going out, and bundles of craft material going in. A warm inviting glow begins to emanate from the crack of the door, and the smell of cedar, and fresh wood polish permeates the area around.