Natural Disaster in Valkur's Roar Jan 26, 2018 8:55:59 GMT -5 Spirit of a Phoenix, Nicoen, and 7 more like this
Post by DM Hawk on Jan 26, 2018 8:55:59 GMT -5
Of late, the troubled city of Valkur's Roar has been the subject of tavern talk throughout the Western Reach and port cities of the kingdom. The return of the Baron was taken as a sign by some that a time of stability would settle upon the city. Gossips are eager to disagree.
Before the Baron's reservists could organize themselves there are rumors that the town is seeing signs that a plague is coming, a plague of darkness and the undead.
Amidst the ominous tension of this news another blow against the city stirs the tavern tales in the middle of Hammer. The closed and sealed building which once housed the Circle Sword Tavern was struck by an angry wave from the sea. The wave struck the Circle Sword's waterfront with enough force to break apart several ships docked on nearby piers and thrusting the debris against the tavern with the surging waters. The structure, in very poor repair before the disaster, was nearly leveled by the force of the wave and subsequent flood.
Over clinking tankards, the regulars of taverns safe and dry speak of fish people walking around the city after surfing the wave inland. Come to loot the wreckage of the ships and tavern, no doubt.
Others say that there were no fish people but that the water itself came alive to claim the treasures and trophies back to the deep.
Those tavern-goers far from Valkur's Roar confide that the city must be cursed again and has earned the wrath of the Bitch Queen for surely she struck the city with the back of her hand that terrible day.
Some say the Dragonmere itself became angry, forming a cold wet fist with which to smack the tavern down.
Others say to leave the gods out of it for a leviathan was seen in the city's harbor, as large as Ash Island itself, and slapped the tavern with its tail to scrape off a few barnacles. On the contrary, others assert slamming down their tankards, the great whale merely breached the surface and that alone was enough to send the waters rushing in.
Reasonable and experienced tavern patrons claim that all this talk of fish people, gods, and giant whales is nonsense. The New Redmist gang were simply about their vandalism once more.
Once thing that is agreed is that a section of Valkur's Roar docks and piers were destroyed, along with the old Circle Sword Tavern. The drinkers raise their mugs to the memory of people they never knew - sailors and ladies of the night, dock workers and vagrants, who were caught in the grip of the wave and taken out to sea.
Bottoms up, here's to them. Poor bastards all.
After a few days, the talk shifts back to politics and the dark threat of an undead plague hovering over the city.
And it's only Hammer yet.