Author Topic: Vallaki - Western Outskirts  (Read 10882 times)

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Re: Vallaki - Western Outskirts
« Reply #100 on: February 12, 2019, 04:17:49 PM »
Those having spent enough time in the outskirts were likely aware of the tales that undead might burst from their graves, luring victims into a deadly snare. A trend, over the last few months it would seem - rotting creatures reaching out to those around the Sanctuary of the Coming Dawn. . . first under peaceful contact, until things inevitably soured.

Rumors again circulate of another such case - travelers drawn to the graveyard by a gruesome display. What proceeded to follow, however - was more bizarre than ever if the rumors are to be believed. A skeletal creature with a parchment nailed to its chest. Some claim it was almost as if the skeleton was trying to hold a conversation with those present, despite its inability to speak. As such things usually end, however - a bloody battle ensued that nearly cost one his life.

Some seem at ease from what they overheard of the parchment's writing - thinking there may be an extended reprieve. Others, however - fear what is to come of the ominous warning.


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Re: Vallaki - Western Outskirts
« Reply #101 on: February 13, 2019, 07:47:22 AM »
Late during the time of Old Night, two figures are seen along the road towards the Sanctuary of the Coming Dawn. One, clearly dressed as a Light-Carrier though the other appeared to be in simple plated armour, are seen entering the temple, only to be followed soon later outside by another Light-Carrier where a small ritual ceremony was held atop the hill overlooking the Sanctuary and the City, the smell of acrid and rotting flesh was on the air for some time before it dissipated, the fires dying down with the coming rain

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Re: Vallaki - Western Outskirts
« Reply #102 on: March 08, 2019, 03:01:20 AM »
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Re: Vallaki - Western Outskirts
« Reply #103 on: March 08, 2019, 11:46:10 AM »
Sheets quickly spread around the outskirts, sheets bare the notorious signature of a black inked palm


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Re: Vallaki - Western Outskirts
« Reply #104 on: March 20, 2019, 01:49:33 AM »
[The half-elven light carrier would be seen sitting up at night, taking watch in the graveyard behind the church. He patrolled about often, but mostly focused on watching a fresh grave. He had with him always, his prayer beads in hand clutched tightly, a stake within arms reach and two mirrors strewn about. Some time during the man was attacked by the woman known as Flare, who was struck down by one of the lay followers of the Cult

Some time later the Deathsinger herself was caught hiding in the graveyard. The young light carrier confronted her, spoke to her, mirror held high, before the night grew thin and the beast misted away]
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Re: Vallaki - Western Outskirts
« Reply #105 on: March 22, 2019, 07:04:55 PM »
Increased activity is seen from the erected fenced off area of the Nevermore Night festival grounds as various members of the Morninglordian faith are seen coming and going bringing a variety of equipment or in some cases barrels that appear to contain salted meats and spices. With day of the festival fast approaching, it is expected to be quite the turnout.

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Re: Vallaki - Western Outskirts
« Reply #106 on: June 05, 2019, 01:03:46 AM »
At noon, two men departed the Grey City, westward bound. One wore a green tabard over a hauberk; a cowl shrouded the metal mask enclosing his face. The other in tow was a diminutive Barovian man bearing a mason's tool-case. Upon their backs were all of their worldly possessions, and upon their tongues, bright conversation.
As stone walls faded into ice-wreathed fields and the empty Winter road, they banded their hands together.

They are not seen again.
Spring blossoms robbed of carnal bliss. The goddess of death their first kiss. Their first kiss.

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