Vallaki Sewers - The Drain

[Hemolymph]

[A piece of paper is tacked onto the Drain's filthy noticeboard.]

[blackpage]

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.

[Hallows Elf]

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.

[Darkthrasher]

...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...

[aliceofthevoid]

A note is left near the entrance to the Drain...

[aliceofthevoid]

A note left on the noticeboard...

Smithing and Leatherworking Services Requested

Leave word with Hoth for Ulari if you would render such.

-Ulari

[Darkthrasher]

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.

[Lady Duck]

[The letter that appears in the Vallaki Drain is hastily written by some unsteady hand. Its contents read]

"To the horned time-blinking witch of the night who sells spirits, tears and exotic spices. I knew what you sold me was of fine quality but I didn't expect to need it again so soon. Please find me, I have more coin ready for you. I'll be here ready to purchase much of it, please, I didn't realize how well it would work."

[Avarice]

Fliers have been posted around the Drain.

((To clarify, this is not an active call to a man hunt, just a warning that if he comes back, the Bounty goes live))

[Avarice]

A notice has been pinned to the noticeboard in The Drain.

[Avarice]

Notices have been posted around the Drain and in the sewers beneath the Slums and the Merchant District.

((Drain Room 2, Thursday August 8th, 3 p.m. - 4 p.m. EST))

[RedMoney]

At a damp and dingy table in the drains, a couple of cutthroats gossip together quietly.

"We was movin' goods holded up in that cave cross the bridge when... it just... showed up. It wun't human I tell ya, some kind of monster... shaped like a woman but them arms... all scarred and mangled. Kept twitching and shaking, then it got mad... It smashed the other boys to a pulp... and then... it started to cut... and saw... took pieces of 'em and stuck 'em in these jars... I got lucky, stayed hidden... I 'erd it keep talkin' to itself, saying it was gonna "fix" them, that they were "sick".  I dunno what te tell ye friend... but yer brother ain' coming back..."

[Lost in Lyon]

Over the past few days, the sound and sight of furniture being moved in and out of drain room two made it clear that the room was occupied once more. Those moving the furniture consisted of a few robust caliban, but another notable figure seen moving out smaller parts seemed to be a short tiefling with a blazing red complexion accompanied by a thick red tail. She looked tired, yet content.

[Honkerton]

A woman in once shiny silver armor has taken up residence within the Drain, at least temporarily.  Sticking to herself much of the time, at least for now, she's offered aid in hunting creatures of the night.  Rumors are she may be a paladin.

[DM Brimstone]

[Notices are placed in obscure locales including the Drain and dark alleys within Vallaki.  With impeccable penmanship, these postings are exclusively in the languages of both Draconic and Darkonese – a testament to their prospective audience]

-Epistemophiliacs

-Those who prefer the company of dusty tomes illuminated by candlelight to prattling, vapid companions

-Delvers who desire knowledge esoteric over sanctuary

I offer those of like minds a rare opportunity to find yourself in familiar company.   If you are adept at the arcane, are willing to demonstrate your aptitudes, ingenuity, and intellect, and subject your desires to scrutiny and danger, seek out the Conclave. 

I await to weigh your worth and merit in the Drain this evening – the last room at the end of the fetid tunnel in the back.

Spoiler: OOC timing • show

Event to kick off ~11-11:30PM CST in the Drain; last room, all the way at the back.

[Onkel Bob]

*Word of a job opportunity is told of through the drain; a well paying job with minimal risk and the possibility of further employment. The only requirement being of human nature, and having tight lips - a quality that ensures survival in the underworld. The job is offered by a small figure in a tricorn hat and pointed beak mask who is easily found in the public areas of the drain.*

*Eventually the opportunity passes without any apparent follow-up events, like how many transactions are often done in the Drain.*

[Vastgoten]

There’s been a noticeable uptick in activity down in the drains lately — more movement, more shadows. Shady faces are showing up more often, slipping through grates, keeping low. No one’s sure what’s drawing them, but the tunnels feel busier than they should. Could be nothing. Could be something stirring below the surface.