Port-a-Lucine - Underworld and Black Market local gossip

[Water Lily]

[A woman in dark garb left an add on the column near the Hawker. Walking around, she stayed for awhile, inquiring about scholars delving into the occult and those familiar with Darkon, before finally leaving.]

[The True Form of Giygas' Attack (Birdman)]

[A couple notices are posted around Port-a-Lucine's Blackmarket]

"Recherche d'emploi! Seeking Employment!"

Seeking employment! Experienced mercenary looking for work. Skills are as follows: Good with a blade, good with a gun, good with traps, locks, and trained alchemist. Experienced in my line of work, please leave word for 'Worgbeard' if you are interested.

[Freydaelyn]

A familiar sight in the drain has arrived within the black market recently, A blue haired moon elven woman in a well made suit. She is seen speaking with a few of the merchants before leaving a few fliers about.

[Agony]

A dark-haired woman subtly spreads word that she is looking for a painter for some unique commissions. Details as to what, exactly, she wants painted are scarce, but she seems to be offering generous pay for both discretion, and the work. Interested parties are told to leave their name with Gros Louis.

//PM me or discord: fenixphire#8417

[cooachlyfe]

A note has been left in the Thieves Highway that states:

[written in broken common]

Lookin' fir a new "medicine" dealer fir mi trips tah Barovia.

Seek de man wid de smoking censer and black hat tah discuss business.


//ooc ping me on discord: cooachlyfe#9224 or here on the forums

[Flambeuse]

A new set of bounties appears on the Black Market's noticeboard, a testament to one mad terrorist's war against the establishment...

[Grandeur Accepted]

Almost as quickly as it appeared, the notice is removed.

Spoiler: show

Seeking an expert infernalist, specifically on the subject of fiendish curses.

Payment will be handsome.

You can reach me by leaving a note in the last room in the back of the Broken Spire Inn behind the nightstand.

[blackpage]

In the middle of the night, a small team of caliban are seen unloading a shipment from the docks. Clinking bottles and herbaceous aromas fill the black market before being tucked away in storage. The product within these crates remains anyone's guess.

[danny28]

[Two notices are wedged in the doorframe of the underworld rentals in the Thieves' Highway while a third is posted in the Black Market]

I seek either of the current lease holders of the rooms in the Thieves' Highway in the Ouvrier to discuss the possibilities of relinquishing said lease for compensation, favors and/or fleshly persuasions.

Leave correspondence at the Black Market bar addressed to "Madame Orbb" so we might arrange a meeting.

[blackpage]

The notices slipped underneath the Thieves' Highway are pinned against the adjacent wall, graffitied

THE BOTTOM IS THE TOP

NO.

[danny28]

[More notices are placed in the Thieves' Highway once again come the weekend]

I seek either of the current lease holders of the rooms in the Thieves' Highway in the Ouvrier to discuss the possibilities of relinquishing said lease for compensation, favors and/or fleshly persuasions.

Leave correspondence at the Black Market bar addressed to "Madame Orbb" so we might arrange a meeting.