Natural Disaster in Valkur's Roar

[DM Hawk]

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.

[Orchid]

Laura Campos does her best to aid any affected by the disaster not wholly killed by it. Offering food, payment for lodgings, medical aid and whatever else she can to help offset the tragedy.

[Mysto]

*a dark mage can be seen walking through the city, looking probably rather suspicious as he looks around each corner. He offers help briefly to the others, giving up some of his gold coins for help pay for food and or lodging. He continues his sweep around the city, disappearing into the dark night...*

[Grimnir Gurnison]

A pale white haired man offers aid in the form of coin and healing to those in need. “I’ve heard tell that Phelzaron, leader of a foul group of necromancers, sent his son here to strengthen the hordes of undeath.” He says, “beware and stay safe for if it’s true we must weather this storm. Then we can unite and put an end to that cabal of his once and for all.”

[Warlord]

"Pretty sure you can't eat the fish people, friend."

"...Damn! How come all the exotic stuff that seem good to eat are overtly evil and sentient?"

"The normal of which most others tend to be .. simply call you sorts, weirdo's. Or accidental cannibalism, ugh, you lot..."

"...Hey, go be sneaky and spread a rumor that it was drunken water-barbarian-lass of the seas! Rejected of a Siren's touch, sad, defeated, and gassy..."

"May the realms ever-know that it has got to be your creative perspective to be able to fool magical items the way you do, dear friend."

Quake grins happily as her greataxe rested on a shoulder while Gjurd stood at her side. The pair spoke in Illuskan as they stood far away upon a hillside as they observed.

[ironsworn]

For several days leading up to the massive tidal wave, the Ironsworn can be seen active around the city. Making several trips up and down the docks before spending a few evenings in talks with the crew's of various ships wetting their whistles at Talbot's inn, they are seen entering the Circle and Sword before it's thorough soaking. The sounds of combat follow shortly after and the Ironsworn would have been seen splitting off, one group escorting a bound woman with seaweed colored hair to the City Hall, the others boarding and seizing a ship not far from the inn. More fighting can be heard from the ships hold before quickly falling silent.

Some time later, the the ironsworn who left return with several guards in tow, meeting with the others at the ship before returning to the inn. Shortly there after the tidal wave rocks the building and the surrounding docks. The din of combat reaches it's loudest peak before the Ironsworn and guards leave the building, soaked to the bone and leaving puddles of blood behind them.





A few days later they are seen returning to the tavern, this time accompanied by the High Mage and High Priestess of the city, as well as others recognizable for their part in the reserves. After yet another din of combat and the sound of loud chanting and several crashes, the group is seen leaving in a hurry, soaking wet and with bloodied weapons. The building seems to sit low on its haunches after its several soakings, finally resting quietly once more.

[FORSETIS]

*Upon hearing what happened, Elith laughs and buys everyone a round."