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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2016 14:03:58 GMT -5
Walking slowly along the sidewalk of the busy streets, and continuing her visits to the poor and the homeless, Helena noticed the crowd beginning to gather in the southwestern part of the city. She made way for curious mothers and their hungry children as they rushed to be first in line. Following quietly behind, her eyes scanned the immediate area, perhaps for any obvious threats or disturbances to the service.
The wicker basket was almost empty. She exhaled softly, noting that the past number of days had been quite eventful in their passing. Reminded of the young woman she had met in the alley previously, she questioned the factors affecting such an outcome. However, there was little use in deliberating it through in her mind's eye. Taking a moment to arrange her belongings, she made haste for the commotion, expression tight and concerned.
Stepping gently towards the Swordcaptain, Helena offered a respectful bow at the waist and spoke in a distinct accent, "Lady Morgaine, you are most gracious to host zis service for ze city's residents. If zere is anyzing you require assistance with zis day, I willingly lend my aid to ze cause." She stepped back after her greeting, as the peasants of the city began to approach for their fill.
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Post by Dark Messenger on Aug 31, 2016 14:06:38 GMT -5
A dark-haired elf in rags stands eagerly in one of the food lines. His bright green eyes stare out from a dirt covered face casually watching the line of people ahead of him. Waiting eagerly in anticipation for his fair share of boar, the elf stands with pained patience, remaining well behaved as he awaits his turn. When the elf finally reaches the front of the line his eyes grow as wide as his grin, appearing overjoyed to have finally received his free meal.
Amior offers a quick exchange of gratitude before he making an abrupt dash away from the food lines, scarfing down each ounce of meat with a animalistic hunger. He moves fast, holding his meal close as he takes his greedy bites as though expecting it to be stolen from him at any moment. He would lick each finger clean being sure to leave no part of his meal to go to waste.
The young elf would make make his way away from the crowd and towards the Tipsy Imp, but it is not long before a small rumble escapes from his tummy. He gently places a hand over his belly with a hefty sigh.
"Fook, still hungry," Amior groans thoughtfully to himself. "Wonda' if I can get Erork t' toss me a free tipsy burga' o' two. Maybe a slice o' pizza an' a bit o' darkside t' wash it down".
With that Amior ventures onward to continue his quest in search of yet another free meal.
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Post by Banned on Aug 31, 2016 14:17:34 GMT -5
While the event does not appear to be interrupted by anyone of the new cause, it is probably clear the function has been noticed and is being watched.
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Post by PhatDorf on Aug 31, 2016 15:44:43 GMT -5
A young human woman with dark hair tied back in a messy ponytail strolls through Valkur's Roar, heading toward the bank. She drops a package off with Bron, before giving pause to observe the streets, perhaps catching a glance of some of the quiet watchers. In her further wanderings around the city, she might well also witness the recent distribution of foodstuffs.
She wanders, humming a quiet tune to herself, to the local taverns with the intent of catching up on news of what's going on in the city of late, and what the locals seem to think of everything that's occurring.
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Jarec
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Post by Jarec on Sept 1, 2016 0:11:01 GMT -5
Morgaine leaves the city and returns with her horse and a number of boar slung over the horse field dressed. She then arranges to set up in the southwestern part of the city a roast for the residents though on a first come first serve, recruiting some of the women of the quarter to help her cook the boars. Anyone trying to cut in line or exert force on the first come first serve or trying to horde finds morgaine patrolling the food line. "I will get some venison tomorrow if I can get a few volunteers to help me". She even looks for those of good nature to help patrol the line with her for sharing fairly. It is a way to undermine the Redmist movement by increasing contentment and giving people work in organizing and cooking. "Those that do good deeds for the town get bigger shares." A rather large brute with a big, bald head wearing ill fitting chainmail pushes and shoves his way through the line. He'd snatch a bowl from some innocent bystander (if possible) and make his way to a table - clearing the table free of people if need be. After downing his first delicious free feed he'd return in much the same fashion for a second helping before heading off towards the Tipsy Imp. A belly full of food and a pleased smile. |
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Post by ladyphoenix on Sept 1, 2016 4:38:06 GMT -5
The moment he starts to shove the first person, Morgaine has him arrested for assault. "There will be no violence."
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Post by DOT on Sept 1, 2016 6:16:09 GMT -5
After a fitful sleep at the Inn, Ahmed takes his leave of Valkur. Making his way by caravan to Marsember.
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Post by Orchid on Sept 1, 2016 6:37:29 GMT -5
A woman dressed in a tattered black cloak, with an equally old worn black dress and hood walks up for the food que, her feet plae of skin and bare, likely for some time given the callouses and dirt on them. She seems very much like some kind of vagrant wearing clothes that may have once been elegant finery but likely tossed away after prolonged use. Around her neck though is an extremely well kept metal collar, looking better even than the woman herself. She speaks quietly and with as little words as possible, and quickly eats her food as if it's going to be stolen from her if she doesn't inhale it.
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Post by Banned on Sept 1, 2016 14:22:51 GMT -5
*No bottles have been thrown for over a ride.* (When it was posted they stopped.)
*No hostility would be shown by the hooded individuals other than watching, and they would softly suggest leaving them alone when approached.*
Only a handful of these people can be seen at any one time across the whole city. There are not dozens of them all over the place.
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Jarec
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Post by Jarec on Sept 1, 2016 15:42:53 GMT -5
The moment he starts to shove the first person, Morgaine has him arrested for assault. "There will be no violence." The big brute would snarl her way as she nears. "Go si' on y'sword girly a gen'le rub o' 'e shoulders ain' assaul'! 'is feed is fer 'e poor an' 'ungry, Ah'm 'e poor 'n 'ungry!" He'd likely try and resist any arrest attempt on him, breaking free and fleeing the scene if possible. |
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Post by Mysto on Sept 1, 2016 15:57:41 GMT -5
*Myst would walk about Valkurs, seeming a bit unsettled but not worried. He would pass by most of who he sees,with no hesitation. Finally arriving at the Imp, he would sit down for awhile with a drink as he listens to others talk about the happenings. Not seeming worried at all, he grins and heads off to a room.*
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Post by Banned on Oct 28, 2016 23:32:02 GMT -5
After moons without being seen, the figures again reappear throughout the city. A pair here, a trio there. One might estimate 10 to 15 of them around the city at any one time. They just watch quietly, responding that they "recommend" being left alone if approached. Their attention seems to be mainly focused on watching known paladins, clerics of goodly deities, Corps members, and other folk noteworthy of being associated with those sorts.
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Post by Orchid on Oct 29, 2016 6:45:06 GMT -5
As the cloaked men return, so too does Laura resume her everpresent vigil over the Chauntean shrine. Threshhold well in hand, wearing her signature green floral armor she maintains a neutral/defensive posture. She incites no quarrel or violence, tending freely to any wounded or passers by in need, cloaked or not. She sleeps at the shrine during the early hours before sunrise regardless of the weather.
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Post by stargazer on Oct 29, 2016 7:54:00 GMT -5
She had been seen since about a week ago, having had returned for the most part to Valkur's Roar and its environs. The armored silver haired elf had been making trips often in and out of the city. Each time bringing back to the guard proof of dangers purged from the land close by. The tower shield often strapped to her back and symbol around her neck bore the symbol of Ilmater. If any of the same figures came across her they would recognize her from the first time they had entered the city. Likely had she been watched at some point, Alyisse would approach with a faint wave and a smile to engage them in conversation with a smile on her face. The only uneasy thing about her being the single emerald eye she possessed having a cold and glassy quality to it.
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Post by Southpaw on Oct 29, 2016 8:16:38 GMT -5
As the drama goes on in the streets, a young human woman with short, black hair, dressed in a blackened chain shirt and black leggings, makes her way to the bank. While she walks, her eyes turn briefly to note the "watchers," but she otherwise makes no gesture to indicate the displacement of her attention. She can be heard by those nearest to her muttering, "Great. A fight between all-consuming monsters and metal plated walking lightning rods mounted on anally inserted broomhandles," as she continues towards the bank. "This will *not* catch anyone else in the crossfire." She disappears into the bank, and the door swings shut behind her with an irritated, "*thump*".
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Post by Banned on Oct 29, 2016 15:00:09 GMT -5
As the cloaked men return, so too does Laura resume her everpresent vigil over the Chauntean shrine. Threshhold well in hand, wearing her signature green floral armor she maintains a neutral/defensive posture. She incites no quarrel or violence, tending freely to any wounded or passers by in need, cloaked or not. She sleeps at the shrine during the early hours before sunrise regardless of the weather. She is not approached or engaged by the dark-clad individuals. They seem to pay her no attention unless she engages in activities with one of those they seem to be watching. |
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Post by Banned on Oct 29, 2016 15:06:28 GMT -5
She had been seen since about a week ago, having had returned for the most part to Valkur's Roar and its environs. The armored silver haired elf had been making trips often in and out of the city. Each time bringing back to the guard proof of dangers purged from the land close by. The tower shield often strapped to her back and symbol around her neck bore the symbol of Ilmater. If any of the same figures came across her they would recognize her from the first time they had entered the city. Likely had she been watched at some point, Alyisse would approach with a faint wave and a smile to engage them in conversation with a smile on her face. The only uneasy thing about her being the single emerald eye she possessed having a cold and glassy quality to it. Alyisse would indeed find herself a common focus of the dark-clad individuals while she's within the city. If she approached them they'd tell her to go away. If she didn't they'd mock her faith as pathetic and hypocritical, and be generally rude and unfriendly until she did eventually leave. |
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Post by Orchid on Oct 29, 2016 15:29:35 GMT -5
As the cloaked men return, so too does Laura resume her everpresent vigil over the Chauntean shrine. Threshhold well in hand, wearing her signature green floral armor she maintains a neutral/defensive posture. She incites no quarrel or violence, tending freely to any wounded or passers by in need, cloaked or not. She sleeps at the shrine during the early hours before sunrise regardless of the weather. She is not approached or engaged by the dark-clad individuals. They seem to pay her no attention unless she engages in activities with one of those they seem to be watching. Laura and the Cloaks seem oddly mirrored to passers by. Laura herself seems singularly focused on guarding the shrine, only helping those who come in proximity. She never strays more than two arm lengths from the Shrine, but freely invites any in sight for aid and/or free food. Admittedly the food she offers is meager and farmable growths from the Shrine's garden itself, so not overly filling. |
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Post by stargazer on Oct 31, 2016 17:04:15 GMT -5
At first, Alyisse would withdraw when requested to. Until the first time one of them spoke up about her "hypocritical and pathetic faith". At that, she would frown slightly and speak up. "It is truly a great shame to hear that the lies of the Masters would touch so many so far." A hand reached up to tap the shattered slave collar about her neck. Etched on one side the words Never again!, and upon the other In the deepest darkness burns the brightest light.
"To speak of such words would mean that either you would seek to control others or that others would seek to control you through fear and despair. If you are truly afraid or at loss, feel free to speak to me of your concerns. I would not readily turn away those in need. In the darkness and shadow is a terrible place to be imprisoned, I know it too well. However if you truly seek to spread the word of these Masters, tell them that words and intimidation will not deter me. The dangers of remaining are known to me and the most that can be done is to assist those that would be in need of it here."
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Post by smacrasmacrasmacra on Oct 31, 2016 19:59:53 GMT -5
Meeting with friends old and new in Valkur's Roar, taking it upon themselves to patrol and be seen in the town's North West district, they settled and conversed at the front of the governance building's burnt husk. Disgusted with how long it has stayed in such a state, Nersha set to work clearing rubble and scrubbing the street tiles. She remarked bitterly, "Kings Forest burns down and two towns razed...back up in less than a tenday. How long has this sat here? How long have these buildings, all of 'em, sat crumbling like they are? Somebody's keeping it that way."
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Post by Asgardian Grey Hawk on Oct 31, 2016 22:23:47 GMT -5
Shiv can still be seen walking around roar. He can be seen helping the homeless and the poor. He is also seen preaching of Talos and offering blessings to cure illnesses.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Nov 1, 2016 2:36:12 GMT -5
A figure easily identifiable as Henrik has entered the city and is working in the slums on one of his monthly visits that he has resumed after an absence. The tall priest appears to be ignoring the cloaks' watch. Any serious attempts to hinder the pacifist's course are rebuffed by a polite smile and an uttering of Greater Sanctuary, after which he would reappear elsewhere.
Working out of a semi-ruined building, the Triadic Chaplain hears of the follower of Talos's actions and smiles as he mends an elderly woman's broken ankle "How curious, well maybe there's hope for the Stormlord's man yet" He would say graciously.
He would go on to relate the story of St Sollars the Twice-Martyred to his patients, the tale of a holy man devoted to helping others and healing, who was tortured three times by servants of the Stormlord while chained to the Altar of Divine Truth in Calimport in an attempt to break his faith in Ilmater. They failed and Sollars willed himself to die, causing the appearance of Ilmater himself, who banished the servants of Bhaelros and took Sollars, proclaiming him a saint. The event, he recalls, caused a riot as people tried to claim the chains of Sollars as a holy relic in the ensuing scrum.
"So St Sollars was eventually martyred for doing exactly what this young man is doing by servants of his god...I can't help but wonder why he is doing it but good luck to him, healing is a worthy pursuit."
After his surgery has ended, the expert healer leaves, he would deliver supplies to his colleague in Talbot's Inn and appear to vanish once out of the gates of Valkur's Roar.
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