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Post by Unknown on Apr 30, 2018 15:05:13 GMT -5
*There is a a great hustle and bustle in Valkur's Roar as long awaited construction efforts have begun within the city, the home of the Baron Azorus Crownsilver has seen much activity of late being restored. Amid the city, other construction sites are marked and work has been done tirelessly over the past few tenday, with speculation running rampant that even more projects are to be seen in the coming months. In one quarter of the city, symbols of Loviatar have become more common as a new building, quickly taking the shape of a Temple to the Goddess Loviatar, has begun to take prominence. Further rumors speak that another Temple is also soon to begin construction, this one a bastion for the faith of the High Priestess of Valkur's Roar.*
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Post by emeraldsnowx on May 2, 2018 15:01:23 GMT -5
As long-awaited efforts begin throughout the city, Tanya Steel takes the time to frequent places of construction, maintaining a presence and vigilance for the safety of both the workers, and the homes near the sites.
She mutters through a grin of subtle excitement... "It's about gods-damned time."
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Post by offduty on May 16, 2018 6:30:48 GMT -5
During her daily patrols of the city, Kai would stop to watch the construction sites. During the night she would step-up her patrols between the sites. Always vigilant to ensure the job sites were safe and making notes of anyone she has seen lurking around them when the workers had gone home for the night.
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Post by hellscream123 on May 17, 2018 19:53:05 GMT -5
There is a familiar glow in the city streets. Garbed in Blue and brightly shinning cane in hand Arician Patrols the dark city once again. He watches the structures as they form white eyes twinkle by torchlights. "Mystra grsnt me strength...."
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Post by Shantis on May 17, 2018 23:02:42 GMT -5
For a long moment, Flamela looks at the structures, with a disapproving air...
"This city more and more deserves the title of most horrible city of cormyr..." Thinks, before She leaves the city, as she increasingly hates the depressive gray tone of the Valkur road...
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Post by Razgriz on May 17, 2018 23:43:54 GMT -5
*An individual, light of step, who is usually seen hooded and wearing his characteristic dark robes, would have heard about the two construction projects eventually. He then would murmur the following words to himself:*
"True Love and Real Pain
Unyielding Hope and Uncontested Suffering
Endless Passion and Eternal Torment"
"Extreme feelings for a city that still seems to be struggling to define itself."
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