Unfolding Events through VR

[Banned]

Slowly, over the course of a few days, people that come and go through Valkur's Roar may notice pairs and trios of cloaked and hooded individuals walking the streets together. They wear light armors but display no weapons. Rarely do they speak to anyone, and when approached they typically casually move off somewhere else before contact can be initiated. Their most commonly noted actions may be noticed as following noteworthy paladins, clergy, and lords & ladies of the city. They make no attempt to hide their actions, but avoid interacting with anyone when possible.

[New Redmist]

The calm silence of the night suddenly comes to an end as windows are violently shattered! Shop owners come running out of their places of business cursing their attackers souls as they scamper after them, brooms and swords held high! Cloaked figures are reported as running away into the alleys and out of sight.

[Deleted]

A man in red armour, carrying a shield with a dragon motif on it is frequently seen roaming the roads between Valkurs Roar, Suzail and Greatgaunt. Reports come in of his presence but no reports of violence or even speaking with the man come in from the common populace.

[ladyphoenix]

Boiling out of Talbot's table in where she maintains a room, a figure in purple with purple dragon cloak moves to find and follow the ones responsible. She takes up a patrol for the night knowing that in the long run it has to be left to the local guard. She mutters, "I catch anyone following people around, I will have them remove their hoods and cloaks for a search if that will prevent repeat."

[Banned]

The pairs and trios of hooded individuals can be heard passing on rumors, that they themselves claim to have overheard, about how those that collect bounties in VR may not have much time to spend what they receive.

[New Redmist]

Those who chase the cloaked figures into alleys find caltrops and trip wires to greet them. Paladins and their allies recieve bottles thrown from rooftops when traveling within city limits.

[emeraldsnowx]

Inquisitor Steel begins, as of this day, going for full apprehension of these individuals, daring them to try to outrun, outmaneuver, or outwit her. The time for Valkur's Roar's prison cells to be put to use is well at hand.

[StabbingNirvana]

//Out of curiosity, I assume that they can't be everywhere at once. Is there a particular area that paladins are having bottles thrown at them? One that could be pin pointed somewhere in game would be amazing, actually.

[cloudeagle]

// From my understanding it's not just one group but many groups of them

[appleseedy]

Tailor wanders round the north west quarter of town talking to people who live there. sounds of music and laughter follow him around lightening the tense mood if only briefly. He is also seen in other parts of town talking to merchants/crafts people and docks workers. He pays little attention to hooded or robed figures.

//PM's sent

[New Redmist]

Aug 15, 2016 9:31:10 GMT -5 StabbingNirvana said:

//Out of curiosity, I assume that they can't be everywhere at once. Is there a particular area that paladins are having bottles thrown at them? One that could be pin pointed somewhere in game would be amazing, actually.

Southwest region.

[StabbingNirvana]

//cool. Thanks

[Rane]

Salazar stirs awake. Blurry eyed he pats around his parchment covered desk. He looks over at the low burning candle and places his signature hat on his head. Hearing rumor of hooded figures he shakes his head and goes back to his parchment.

"Mr Newport" he says as he views a profile report.

"Well I definitely don't have time for non magical affairs Ms Steel."

Salazar spends the rest of the night in his study pouring over profiles and adding a select few to the "Mage Reserve Candidate" folder.

[DOT]

Ahmed returns to the city from his continuing search for a fugitive. He decides to have dinner at the Tipsy Imp... perhaps the talented Mister Newport is there? He would spy the hubbub about the city.

As he walks he would make it very well known, via his mannerisms, that he has no time to spend on the newcomers or rabble rousers. One assumes they would stay out of his way... perhaps a known fact, Ahmed does favor extended hold person spells on off days.

He walks past Hoar's Temple, and turns the bend to head for the inn...

[smacrasmacrasmacra]

Heading in from the caravan, having returned from a brief journey, Peter was indeed headed to the Imp for ease and relaxation. The stroll through a disrepaired Valkur's Roar is one he makes often, and the monuments to history nestled amidst the neglect speak of what was, what is no more, and what may yet become. It always leaves him hungry.

[Lady Frost]

*After getting hit by a bottle, the priestess turns her attention upwards towards the rooftops. She calmly walks over, dodging another bottle. In a swift action, she summons a bear up onto the roof. She lets the cursing and screaming go until it seems they have all scattered off, or been eaten. She then unsummons it and continues on in a bit better mood.*

[PhatDorf]

A blonde haired woman bearing the purple tabbard of a Royal Corps of Monster Hunters Swordcaptain atop a white horse clad in heavy barding and herself clad in full heavy plate, enters the city of Valkur's Roar and makes rounds about the city and seeming to just patrol the main streets, her horse led behind her.

If and when she is attacked, she would attempt to endure the barrage of bottles and caltrops, make an attempt to locate and give chase to the attackers (though keeps her sword sheathed), upon a failure she proceeds to attempt to tidy up the street, and treat any injuries sustained, either her own or any collateral passers nearby, before moving on her patrol.

After some time of this, provided all goes well, she would attempt to work out where the most commonly used routes of escape are, and the entrances and exits into said alleyways.

[fisheyes]

Pushing aside caltrops and broken glass with his armoured boot, Raymar Lionspear steps into his home on Seafog Alley 9 in southwestern Valkur's Roar. His home is a small, cramped, apartment with a single partly boarded up window to the alley outside. Ale stained rugs cover creaky floorboards, and rainwater drips from the ceiling into a bucket.

His ten year old son, Kenton, happily greets him and is most delighted at the leather armour Ramyar gives him. A gift from an adventurer, Raymar says. His oldest daughter, Mariela, nods to Raymar and immediately asks him for more coin. Raymar tosses a coin pouch to her, their eyes barely meeting. His youngest daughter, Olira, is already asleep so Raymar quietly tucks a Tanya Steel doll into her bed.

In dim candle light, Raymar recounts the adventures he has been on for his son, and together they re-enact the tournament; how he fought against an elven monk and a dwarf with a greataxe. Mariela keeps quiet for the most part, knitting a scarf for little Olira, her jaw clenched and gaze avoiding Raymar.

Many hours later, the neighbours and anyone outside can hear how an argument escalates into a shouting match, name calling, and bottle throwing between Raymar and his oldest daughter. Just as Mariela is about to throw a chair, a terrible roar is heard outside, and they all fall silent except for Olira who is now crying. Raymar rushes out on the street just in time to see a bear slam its paw into a man on a rooftop. Hooded men run past, bumping into Raymar, who pushes them away. He tosses a bottle of his own after them and shouts threats of death and violence, should they ever harm his children. Cursing, he goes back inside, glares at Mariela, digs through an old chest, and pulls out a crossbow and a handful of bolts. He hands the weapon to his daughter.

"Any o' those hooded scums come in 'ere, ya shoot 'em in th' face, a'right?" He turns to Kenton, and pats him on the shoulder. "An' ya take lil' Olira an' run to the temple. Ya're th' fastest dock runner, not a 'ero, remember?"

Later that night, Raymar walks the docks with a bottle of ale in hand. He pockets his old wedding ring and seeks out company.

[StabbingNirvana]

Velisario and Holance passed through the southwestern part of town by Talbot's inn. They were Lucky enough not to get trash thrown at them this time around.

[Orchid]

Laura Campos keeps watch over the meager Chauntean garden. Clad in full green armor, helm, and shield, the overwhelming flower decoration on her gear likening her to some kind of nature construct hybrid. She spins her morningstar in warning at any unsavory types who near the garden.

[Kiyohime 🐍]

Kiyohime can be seen nursing her usual cup of tea at the Tipsy Imp after another long absence. If her presence alone is enough to keep this sort of trouble outside of the inn (or any other kind, really) , it remains to be seen.

[ladyphoenix]

Morgaine moves about the city in full RCMH uniform and moving as fast as she can disabling tripwires and collecting caltrops to remove the traps that chases of others might run into. Her tower shield protects her from roof attacks and those mean ability to isolate and arrest some of those responsible. If she gets a chance to catch or capture any of the trouble makers she will. She will coordinate sweeps with the city watch to try to get them in position to catch any that she flushes out so they run into the waiting watch. Thanks to having been city inquisitor and having regularly patrolled the sewers, she knows the city very well and all it will take is a few prisoners to start to get leads on this.

She makes sure to send notes to other purple dragon members in the city of where she will be to coordinate.

[Banned]

Aug 17, 2016 6:45:30 GMT -5 Orchid said:

Laura Campos keeps watch over the meager Chauntean garden. Clad in full green armor, helm, and shield, the overwhelming flower decoration on her gear likening her to some kind of nature construct hybrid. She spins her morningstar in warning at any unsavory types who near the garden.

For now, at least, no attention seems to be directed towards Laura and the holy spot. 

[Banned]

Paladins, Uniformed Corps members, and Purple Dragons would always feel watched through the city, be it heads upon rooftops or people leaning against building corners.

Bottles thrown at people wouldn't likely be more than 1 or 2 per visit. It isn't a downpour.

[lucesi]

Reserve Sheriff Inquisitor Vennis Haler, slips through his regular haunts in the docks and the slums of Valkur's Roar, asking potential tip-offs and informers about these strange hooded figures who have emerged in the city. In dark corners of bars, shaded alleyways and the murky harbour modest amounts of gold are exchanged for any information that can be gleaned about them.

[grivel]

Manus Thunderrock avoids the city of Valkur's Roar, telling anyone who will listen:

"Dey got sum crazies in Valkers, runnin roun throwin bottles at folk. Make sure ye wear yer 'elm. Hmmm, wonner if dem bottles got ale innum?"

[emeraldsnowx]

Tanya continues kicking people off rooftops and into cells for questioning.

/// I'd like to know how many of these people have been arrested; we do have a standing guard here, and to assume the effectiveness of bottle-tossing NPCs over the effectiveness of guard NPCs is meta.

[StabbingNirvana]

/I'd think a DM should probably intervene somewhere in here soon. Haha

[New Redmist]

Safe to say over a dozen have been arrested. As explained in previous posts, they clearly are not simple "bottle tossers" but an organized group working under specific direction. As quickly as it began, it stops. No more shadows, no more bottles.

//DM's are aware.

[Left of Intentions]

A quiet figure had watched, never with comment, ever with intercession, as the happenstance unfolded and came to an end. Oft unnoticed herself, for she was a small, ratty thing, easily overlooked in her hunched mannerism or lurk in the shadows, or mistaken for no more than a mere beggar tucked along the wayside. Yet those keen of observance might note that she often was to be found lurking about when these little debacles took place, a subtle presence that oft seemed to pay no need to the world around her, but certainly had some sort of sense of timing.