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Post by Banned on Jul 27, 2019 22:35:58 GMT -5
Over the course of the night, posters get put up throughout all districts of the city.
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Our leaders have failed us again!
They held in their hands the opportunity to punish those that killed our fathers, our sons, our husbands, and our friends,
yet they did not.
Our lords have not only let them go unharmed, they left these murders and traitors in custody of adventurers unbound by the Crown to
do with as they see fit!
This is unacceptable and we must again, stand up to the continued lack of leadership we face in this city.
We have seen poor leaders removed before and we will do it once more!
The Lords' Council must be forced to remove Azorus Crownsilver!
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The posters are all that appears to happen, no violent activity accompanies these posters.
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Post by mysticalkas on Jul 28, 2019 22:57:38 GMT -5
*Gill walks through the city, taking notice of the posters he reads them*
Well, suppose this be meanin there more ta do. *he strolls with a lazy stride back to the Great Hall*
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malleus
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Post by malleus on Jul 29, 2019 8:48:02 GMT -5
*a beggar is asking around for more information.*
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Post by Animayhem on Jul 29, 2019 9:58:41 GMT -5
*Marister stopped and read the posters and shook his head. There were important things which needed people's attention.*
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Post by offduty on Jul 29, 2019 12:06:37 GMT -5
Reading the posters Kai would hang back in the shadow's and listen to the people of Roar unnoticed. Trying to find out if the people of Roar knew the names of those who they called traitors.
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Post by Banned on Jul 30, 2019 0:46:18 GMT -5
New posters appear through the city.
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While we mourn...
While we try to recover our family members to bury...
While we struggle to figure out how we will survive without our spouses;
how we will replace lost income to pay rent and put food on our tables...
While we bear the burden of the city's losses,
the traitors that murdered our loved ones have returned to the easy lives they lived,
like nothing ever happened...
They stand around and talk freely and even explore and adventure, further enjoying and enriching themselves!
The Baron has failed at protecting us.
We cannot trust him to do his duty.
Azorus Crownsilver must be removed!
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Bouquets of flowers are placed on the doorsteps of each of the Lord's Council's residences. This includes the main gate to the Sunite Temple in Suzail, the barracks on Ash Isle, and the gates of the Dwarven Halls under Skull Crag. The bouquets are made of vibrant flowers, but each holds a single dead wilted rose that sticks out. A small tag with the bouquet reads: Stand with the people of Valkur's Roar and help us, or stand against us.
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Post by malclave on Jul 30, 2019 2:34:16 GMT -5
*a young woman in splint mail, with a shield bearing the symbol of the Morninglord, reads the broadsides on the wall. At one side hangs a longsword; on the other, a near-empty healer's satchel. Four bronze arrow pins adorn her faded cloak.*
"Haven't they had enough of violence? That's all this agitation will result in. Though I suppose the Lords could have ransomed those foreigners instead of just banishing them, and used the money to help the survivors."
*she sighs and looks down at a letter in her hand, her mutterings taking a pensive tone*
"And now... it's bad enough I wasn't able to get back down here to help in the battle, but now I'm even being summoned away from helping the wounded coming back."
"Well, Kim, 'it's always darkest before the Dawn,' right? And things have been pretty dark. Maybe the Dawn will come soon."
*with that, the young woman turns and walks away to return to her room at the inn, to roll more bandages and to pray to Lathander, Lord of Renewal*
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Post by ShadowCatJen on Jul 30, 2019 9:33:30 GMT -5
After returning from a trip outside of Cormyr's boarders, Mynian gets to Greatgaunt to hear that riots happened in front of Valkur's Roar Hall during the Tribunal. She heads for Yuppa's Fine Clothing to check in on the store's keeper to make sure she's alright. Along the way she sees one of the notices.
She pauses just long enough to read it, seeming to hold her breath while she does, then lets it out with a sigh through her nose.
"This betta nay be tha Black Rose again. Thought tha' soddin' lot were plucked up by tha root."
Mynian would continue the rest of the way to Yuppa's in silence.
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Post by Banned on Sept 1, 2019 2:27:07 GMT -5
New posters appear through the city.
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We, The People, have spoken!
We may be poor, injured, or forgotten ...
but we are the heart, soul, and blood of our home ...
whether it be named Redmist or Valkur's Roar ...
and we do not, and have never, accepted leaders who will not stand for us!
We, the People, stand with the Doombringers in calling for justice,
and we will continue to strip the Baron's support from the Lord's Council.
Those lords who will not publicly support the people will not be left in position upon the transition of power.
We call on all noble houses, Lords and Ladies of the Council, Merchants, Guards and other Officials,
announce that you support justice and new leadership for our city.
Hang a red sash from your door handle, wear a red sash around your waist,
we will show the Baron he has already lost his people's love and his rule of our city is soon over.
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*The next morning, many bolts of crimson cloth are delivered to the Barren of Retribution temple with no instructions. A number of boxes containing already-made crimson sashes are delivered with them.*
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Post by ShadowCatJen on Sept 5, 2019 9:49:17 GMT -5
Sometime in the middle of the night, Mynian passes by the smaller protesting crowds and hand delivers two messages to the guards in front of the hall.
"One fer Inquisitor Gudwerks 'n tha other fer yeh guest upstairs."
After handing it to the guard she heads off, pausing to eye one of the posters on a wall. She says nothing, but her eyes narrow just a tiny fraction. Pulling her hood up she heads back to Talbot's Tavern, lightly shaking her right hand out the whole time.
//PM sent
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