Vallaki Sewers - The Drain

[yinyang]

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.

[Famous Seamus]

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.

[She Said Destroy]

Spoiler: show

//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.

[myrddraal]

A new unsigned flyer left pinned to the wall of the Drain

[She Said Destroy]

Spoiler: show

⚔ 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.

[RedMoney]

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))

[Branchie]

[A letter is placed]

[blackpage]

[damp notices are seen around the noticeboard in the drain]

[Ao]

[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.]

[myrddraal]

A flyer makes an appearance in the Drain and various other parts of the sewers (placed in game)

[Leviellus]

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.

[Hallows Elf]

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.

[Darkthrasher]

... 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...

[myrddraal]

A note is left pinned to the message board in the Drain.

[Corpse Crafter]

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))

[myrddraal]

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.

[fist of death]

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.

[fist of death]

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.

[CrazedElkPie]

A tall woman with a long blonde braid is seen placing two notices onto the board

[fist of death]

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

[Hallows Elf]

[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

[myrddraal]

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.

[fist of death]

*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.

[DM Indolence]

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."

[No Safety in Words]

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.