Author Topic: Port-à-Lucine - Quartier Ouvrier (Read 65736 times)

Siobhan · « **Reply #275 on:** April 03, 2022, 04:47:41 PM »

Candles are placed along the back hallways of the Ouvrier, illuminating a passage.

// OOC: Starting soon!

Quote from: Siobhan on March 30, 2022, 12:28:19 AM

Announcing the Penthouse Library

We welcome all free thinkers and community minded residents of our Republique to an open discussion at the Penthouse Library, upon the topic of "Alternative Compliance".

This esteemed establishment has received great acclaim (by the local mice) whose cacophonous chitters of glee at the activity in our kitchen are the talk of the hidden highway.

Informal Dress Required
No admittance to fine suits or fancy dresses

Penthouse, Worker's Lodge, Ouvrier
~ Common Questions, tempered by Common Sense ~

// OOC: Apr 3rd, 5pm EST countdown

RedMoney · « **Reply #276 on:** April 03, 2022, 08:39:19 PM »

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Not long after the fashion contest ends, Rithwarian Luelana is seen delivery a large shipment of well made hoods and cloaks to the Hospice of Hala.

The Shepherd · « **Reply #277 on:** May 05, 2022, 09:08:55 AM »

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In the night, one of the wandering waifs of the Quartier has disappeared. This likely doesn't attract much attention.

Kleomenes · « **Reply #278 on:** May 10, 2022, 11:50:22 AM »

"Blue" blood splashes the cobbles as Maitre Emeric Desrosiers, Second Grandson to the Marquis de Valey, limps from amidst the alleys one dawn. Burned, and bearing a deep wound to his side that he clutches with one hand, he walks with determination in his gaze towards the Gendarmerie, a bag filled with ominous round objects in the other. Whatever transpired overnight has made this nobleman's visit to the slum remarkably public.

DM Indolence · « **Reply #279 on:** May 11, 2022, 08:23:36 PM »

Shouts of "thief" from the Quartier Publique initiate a foot chase and a running exchange of gunfire which ends in the Quartier Ouvrier. A hooded figure pursued by a pair of Gendarmes vanishes into the tangle of ramshackle buildings and the warrens beneath. Not long after, a diminutive voice is heard shouting accusations, calling the Gendarmes murderers, killers, and worse. The city's defenders break off their investigation, returning to the safety of the Quartier Savant, a small body in arms.

The Shepherd · « **Reply #280 on:** May 18, 2022, 09:48:16 AM »

A painting of a black Shepherd's crook is left casually leaned up against a wall. The disappearance of Ouvrier waifs, which seemed to have been happening at least once a night for a couple weeks, seems to have stopped.

Siobhan · « **Reply #281 on:** May 26, 2022, 12:57:03 PM »

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PENTHOUSE LIBRARY
now accepting contributions

Welcoming the Obscure, the ~~Forgotten~~, and the Bizarre.
Fiction, History, Periodicals, Poetry.

Clever Pseudonyms Encouraged.

A mailslot is installed into the the locked door in the Worker's Lodge (( //OOC: PM contributions to Siobhan ))

cheese tornado · « **Reply #282 on:** June 15, 2022, 12:59:23 AM »

A recent addition to the hospice of the Sisters of Compassion, Marissa's perhaps familiar veil and robe could be seen pottering around the Ouvrier. She hangs out laundry, finding purchase in whatever scant sunlight filters down through the clouds. She tends to bundles of drying herbs, scrubs pots and pans and guides patients to empty beds for succor and rest. Though the work she undertakes appears to be menial and base-level, she offered no complaint, or showed any sign of protest or disgruntlement.

Steam and Metal · « **Reply #283 on:** June 17, 2022, 08:10:58 PM »

[Candlelight shines through the abandoned front offices of L'Atelier du Progrès, perhaps for the first time in many years. Sometimes, there can even be heard the whirring of machinery by passersby.]

The Shepherd · « **Reply #284 on:** June 20, 2022, 07:35:29 PM »

A pack of bodies is left strewn in the Ouvrier, thugs and waifs alike, as they seemed to have been shown no gentleness or remorse. Most horrifyingly, the bodies seem to have had chunks of flesh torn from them, as if eaten by some kind of feral animal.

Philos · « **Reply #285 on:** July 15, 2022, 04:05:39 AM »

The sounds of hammers and saws can be heard coming from the offices of L'Atelier du Progrès. It appears as though some entrepreneur intends to use the location as a store front of some sort. In the narrow walkways outside the location, a pair of signs seem to have sprung up reading "du Quesne Pistol and Powder: Coming Soon!"

herkles · « **Reply #286 on:** July 20, 2022, 07:05:46 PM »

The Souragnian Noble Voodan and Actress, Josephine Perigord, is seen coming to the Halan Hospice with a good bit of Souragnian food. Tchaka, Jambalaya, Griot, and Gumbo were all brought over to the Hospice so that those who come can enjoy the food.

PrimetheGrime · « **Reply #287 on:** July 31, 2022, 01:33:05 AM »

[Amongst the squalid streets of the Quartier Ouvier, a Gendarme recruitment official swiftly makes his way through the widest of the streets, plastering recruitment posters onto the walls as he passes]

//placed in game

Drekavac · « **Reply #288 on:** November 11, 2022, 10:59:21 AM »

In the early morning bodies are picked clean from the Quartier Ouvrier in the early morning hours, two men with zweifalk's on their heads with grafitti written outside of the closed government provider reading.

"DEATH TO FALKOVNIA. REMEMBER RENAULT. REMEMBER DE SALLE."

Freydaelyn · « **Reply #289 on:** November 11, 2022, 05:43:07 PM »

The sound of a mournful violin can be heard coming from the derelict Colibri. The song simple and earnest but the pain of loss held within each note.

Freydaelyn · « **Reply #290 on:** December 10, 2022, 01:10:24 PM »

A blonde violinist takes to the streets of the Ouvrier playing songs for the various children about playing during the day. As she travels through to play for other children she offers alms to those most destitute as she passes. Her music is lively and energetic, clearly aimed to bring some brightness in the children's days.

Freydaelyn · « **Reply #291 on:** December 29, 2022, 05:28:28 PM »

A large collection of clothes suitable for interviews is brought to the hospices in the Ourvier by a blonde woman in white and pink. She does not offer a name but rather a friendly smile as she leave.

Sanguine · « **Reply #292 on:** January 03, 2023, 11:07:51 AM »

A perhaps familiar Mordentish man in blackened armour is seen making nightly patrols around the streets of the Ouvrier, whistling an old sailor's tune as he does. The rabble of brigands, ruffians, calibans and whatever else that would attempt to accost the man would be quickly dispatched by the monolithic double-edged axe upon his shoulder, pressing onwards without much of a second thought.

Whilst this sight itself wasn't unusual, it appeared on some nights he would linger longer than usual, his gaze watching the destitute rooftops above in search of something else, or someone else. Whatever it was, however, he clearly hadn't seem to find it.

DM Indolence · « **Reply #293 on:** January 04, 2023, 07:26:03 PM »

Word travels the streets of disrespect shown to the gangs of the Ouvrier within the heart of their turf, and rumor is contracts are already out for the heads of those involved. Details can be found in the foul corners of the city where light and law don't reach.

Freydaelyn · « **Reply #294 on:** January 07, 2023, 11:57:42 PM »

Late in the evening a skilled and mournful violin can be heard coming from the collibri theatre. The song last a short time but the message of loss is clear to those who hear it.

rabbitstew · « **Reply #295 on:** January 08, 2023, 08:04:23 PM »

A single candle is lit on the thieves highway, next to the entrance to the collibri theatre.
Music can occasionally be heard from inside ...

BwpsychoName · « **Reply #296 on:** January 08, 2023, 11:47:29 PM »

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Deep below the streets of the Ouvrier, La Doublure D'Argent closed its doors for a number of hours. Rumors speak of a large meeting occurring, with only Caliban being allowed. Attending were members of various gangs, including The Dreadmauls and various revolutionary groups.

Loud arguing was heard, with some saying that peace was barely held on by Gros Louis and a few others.

Sanguine · « **Reply #297 on:** February 03, 2023, 08:04:10 AM »

These sinister posters begin to crop up around the underbelly and shadiest dens of the underworld around Port-á-Lucine. They appear mostly in Darkonese, with High Mordentish translations available.

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BY DECREE OF THE VAUNTED

WE CALL UPON ALL THOSE WILL MARCH IN THE GREATEST WAR EVER WITNESSED BY MORTAL EYES.

THE SILENT FIELDS REMAINS A MERE SPECK OF DUST IN THE WINDS OF CHANGE - OUR TRUE CONQUEST BEGINS WITH FALKOVNIA.

DO NOT BE DECEIVED, THE BASTARD PRINCE DRAKOV IS DEAD AND HIS FATHER WILL FOLLOW. THE LOYAL SONS OF DARKON WILL MARCH UPON THEIR LAND, AND THE HOUR OF THEIR TWILIGHT WILL COME.

COME NOW, THOSE OF YOU WHO WISH TO CONQUER AND FIGHT. MERCENARIES, SOLDIERS, AND ASPIRANTS ALIKE. COME AND PARTAKE IN THE GREATEST BLOODSHED THIS REALM WILL EVER KNOW.

WE ARE INEVITABLE. WE ARE UNCEASING. WE ARE THEIR UNMAKING.

Vissy · « **Reply #298 on:** February 06, 2023, 04:29:53 PM »

Little slips of paper appear in the places one would notice, and some in places one might not, seemingly advertising rat-catching services. Sometimes a thin slip of a youth, grimy and with a little crossbow, can be seen placing them down.

Thorne · « **Reply #299 on:** February 08, 2023, 09:30:40 AM »

The meandering streets and back-alleys of the Quartier Ouvrier have never been strangers to dead bodies and sounds of struggle, but travelers report some of the recent carrion as looking less than recent. Like bodies that have been interred for some time. Despite this state they look badly damaged by savage postmortem wounds. Might this area have a new threat, or might this be the result of some imported foreign superstition?