A short red-head can be seen the last couple of days making her way to the guardhouse. After a minute or two, she would exit the guard house. Roughly enough time to go down to the cells and back up, with a few added seconds.
In her wake, the cells would have a window to the sky inside of it. Any currently locked in the cells, or visitors, would see the large window.
This would continue until someone was let out.
[ ! ]
Any who pay homage at the shrine to the Siren Serene would, today, find a gruesome sight.
The shrine, and the water surrounding it, are saturated with blood. Red and black swirl with the tide, anointing the stone.
[!]
Tali'Caele
It was said that in the pit one night, Tali began to mutate. Little did everyone know, the gentle giant was holding back. It took four separate people to knock him unconscious. Maybe people might start to appreciate the fact he isn't normally a rampaging monster. In the mean time, Tali is going to spend a few days in the hospital, dealing with the worst hangover possible.
[!] Posters are set up around the spire [!]
HERSTERIA IS COMING TO YOU!
-Listen to all her best songs in person-
Service Worker
Apopcalypse
Killer Lips
Girlfriend Kisser
Not Shit
Tickets sold at entrance | Location: Spire Stage
17 and under must be accompanied by an adult
[!]
Those wandering about in the late hours of the night might be treated to the sight of two individuals dragging a Greatling from the Full Cask.
A man with a scar across his face clad in a full set of Valkian steel armor and beside him a boy, dressed in loose-fitting clothes with a long pointed hood and a starsilver sword over his back. Both knights under the Lady of the Lake.
In their hands, a plastered, half-conscious Greatling who looks to have had more than enough to drink.
[!]
A new person can be seen wandering around. A teenager with black hair, sometimes wearing a blindfold could be noticed leaving areas around town that upon her departure have buildings splattered with eggs.
✧ [!] ✧
A woman returns, just after dawn. Her clothes and hair are damp, holding a satchel and lantern away from her as though to keep them dry. She stops, as the sun rises, by the Shrine to the Fire Dragon. Sitting long enough to dry off somewhat, sitting closer to the heat than most might.
She has two mismatched eyes: One a brilliant red, light shining from within her pupil; The second deep blue, light glimmering off the iris alike water reflecting moonlight.
Her name, if asked, is Raven.
[ ! ]
The news spreads amongst the merchants first. Albern's Crossing has sustained damage that will need repairing,
Otherwise caravans may refuse to cross due to the risk.
Rumor has it that talks have already been had, and plans are in action to remedy the situation,
A shipment of materials having arrived and set up camp on the far side of the bridge.
Meanwhile, in the Topsy Turvy there is talk amongst the sailors of the new ship that made port this week, the Bloodtide.
Witnesses talk of a duel that was equal parts brutal and heart-wrenching on the pier following the vessel's arrival.
Betwixt these conversations, in hushed tones spoken between the desperate and the uncaring, are rumors of a job.
A mysterious benefactor has need of someone with a specific set of skills.
They need someone to disappear.
[ OOC ]
Little bit of an update on what's going on with some of the more criminal-oriented stuff.
If you're interested in joining, let me know and I can try to help you get involved.
If you're interested in helping out, I'm also looking for a couple DMs to run some low-pressure events.
[ ! ]
A new shrine has appeared in the Valley of Flowers.
Sickly odor of rotting matter and weird potions cover the sweet scent of the area in a small radius around the shrine. The sign on top designates it as "House of Death". The door of the gate seems to be ever closed and barred. The only thing that can be seen from behind the fence is a large, dying tree, which has become home to many ravens. Many scavenger animals can be seen frequenting this area.
[ ! ]
A rumor spreads from Albern's Crossing.
The Lockwood merchant caravan which was carrying stone for the bridge's repair has gone missing.
Their camp was found in the morning without its cart, blood strewn about the area.
There were no bodies.
