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Post by thelaughingjester on Jun 10, 2020 5:41:53 GMT -5
During the night posters have been nailed around Redmist in a seemingly random pattern.
The posters are made from black parchment which has been cut to a rough diamond shape and a poem has been written on them in white ink.
The hand writing is almost childlike.
In the Mist a group rises,
Swinging, shouting and crying,
Trying to boast about size(s),
About their power lying,
Without knowing, their end - nigh
They call them the Dreadmaster,
To me they're a bread-master,
A righteous cabbage-master,
The proper cow-dung master,
The lazy brained sa-master.
That Salina Pandora,
When's the last you saw her?
Starting fights in the Mist-a?
Or running to the guards-ah?
After the Butcher spanked 'er.
Ahma, the hells is Ahma?
Another unknown failure,
Making their "fame" as a harmer,
And having people lay 'er,
Pretending she's a charmer.
Vlaric the pathetic,
With intelligence lacking,
And as lethal as a tic,
With ability lacking,
He's as boring as a brick!
This merry band of misfits,
Tryin' to grab for power,
Showing us they are dimwits,
While they stand 'bout all dour,
When in the face of power they cower.
Can you hear the drums?
The Laughing Jester
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Post by Raven Credale on Jun 10, 2020 8:54:36 GMT -5
Aella reads the poster with an arched brow and slight smirk. "Well this person just made it certain I can't trust four specific people. Not that I trusted them to begin with. Team Evil seems to be stalking for power...how pathetic."
If anyone knew Aella, that last line she spoke was a bit out of chatacter for her. There was a note of pure disgust and malice laced into her tone of voice.
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Post by oldfog on Jun 10, 2020 9:06:09 GMT -5
*Ahma reads the poster and rubs her neck, arching a brow*
If I was no famous before, I am now! *smirks*
I knew he was a clown!
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Post by winterglass on Jun 10, 2020 11:48:12 GMT -5
Lindra wanders by, peruses one of the posters and bursts into laughter.
"He might be a jester, but he's a terrible poet!"
She squints a little closer at the wording.
"Mist, eh? That rings a bell. Now, who'd still be insisting on calling this place Redmist?"
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Post by ShadowCatJen on Jun 10, 2020 12:08:42 GMT -5
On her usual walk about the city in the morning, Mynian slows as she sees one of the postings and stops to read it over quietly. Her eyes narrow just a fraction, but no other emotion seems to play on her face.
As she walks away she's heard to utter, "Looks loik tha long standin' tradition o' propaganda bein' posted still be alive 'n well in tha Roar."
With that she continues on her way to speak with the folks of the city.
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Post by Dobian on Jun 10, 2020 13:57:04 GMT -5
//I find the knowledge of Vlaric hard to believe. Will need someone to clarify if this is all IC or some OOC going on.
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Post by thelaughingjester on Jun 10, 2020 14:08:35 GMT -5
//I anticipated the suggestion of meta gaming.
A DM can message this account and the situation will be clarified.
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Post by Dobian on Jun 10, 2020 14:24:12 GMT -5
*Salina views the poster with a flat look*
If that's how they want to play, then that is how we will play.
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Post by Razgriz on Jun 10, 2020 14:47:11 GMT -5
While passing through Valkur's Roar, the Red Emperor reads one of the posters...*
Hrm, local power struggles and not much else to see here.
Do I take a side if either cares to reward me? Or... Do I watch them break the law, hunt them down and become richer at their expense?
Possibilities to reflect upon.
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Post by Sioladuil on Jun 10, 2020 18:49:37 GMT -5
Elvewyn strolled through the Northern Gates of Valkaur's Roar, bouncing a small black ball and muttering in draconic.
He stopped close by, spotting one of the posters, and shook his head.
He pocketed one and then muttered to himself. "Why is it always such a fight for the 'Roar? Living in Hallomein's shadow." After he finished speaking he clicked a tongue stud against his teeth and then continued his walk. Bouncing that black ball.
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Post by FORSETIS on Jun 10, 2020 20:48:39 GMT -5
*Elith while wandering the city notices the poster. Interested in it’s design he steps closer to read it. After a moment he begins to laugh heartily. He wipes a joyful tear from his eye and wanders off*
Looks like she reached to far.. poor Blue.
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Post by mustanggt5000 on Jun 11, 2020 8:53:47 GMT -5
Davina stops and glares at the poster. "This is the second time I've found out what you're up to in a poster. Butcher isn't the only one who is going spank you."
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Post by ShadowCatJen on Jun 11, 2020 11:00:57 GMT -5
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Post by thelaughingjester on Jun 12, 2020 13:38:21 GMT -5
More posters of a black diamond shape are posted up. The following is written on them in white ink. Unlike the first round of posters these ones have been written in a beautiful calligraphy.
Redmist, Joke-Fist
Zodika is down, Zodika is gone,
The nine barbed lash has been silenced for sure,
So now the children appear from the cracks,
Squabbling, babbling and grabbing for power,
Chasing the status they do not deserve,
With an inflated sense of importance,
Overestimating their relevance,
In a city that cares not about them,
Or the Black Diamond that binds them as one,
Group of people who have acheived nothing,
Other then making their name through murder,
And bullying the less experienced,
In order to feel truly powerful,
Within a city of higher standards,
And a better class of historic names,
That have ruled over those cold grey walls.
Can you hear the drums?
The Laughing Jester
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Post by Dobian on Jun 12, 2020 21:23:37 GMT -5
Salina looks over the poster with a raised brow.
"Who exactly have the Black Diamonds murdered? Does Butcher make these things up while drunk on his own swill?"
She pulls a hood over her head and walks to Talbot's.
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Post by winterglass on Jun 13, 2020 6:52:33 GMT -5
One of the posters, a short way from the Tipsy Imp, has been curiously defaced along its lower edges, as if with a small, sharp blade.
Seemingly meaningless chicken-scratch to most peoples' eyes, unless one happens to be in the know when it comes to thieves' cant and its close cousin, the heavily stylised thief-signs often used in cities to mark points of interest or danger.
The signs translate as follows:
'Great danger'
'Noisy barking dog' drawn twice, the second sign reversed so that the barking dogs appear to be facing one another.
'Watchful guards here'
'Short-cut this way'
'Gallows' drawn several times over.
Then the sign for 'Silence' is scored so hard into the poster that it's scratched the stonework behind it.
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Post by thelaughingjester on Jun 18, 2020 12:12:18 GMT -5
Over night more black diamond shaped posters are pinned up around Redmist.
Oh, that naughty Alizarin!
So very, very naughty!
We wrote to them, we did,
And we asked why, oh why,
Was the concubines of their,
Staff allowed to slay and play,
They did not answer, no they did not!
Now we wonder if they care,
About their public image?
We thinks not.
Can you hear the drums?
The laughing Jester
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Post by thelaughingjester on Jun 19, 2020 5:19:09 GMT -5
More black diamond shaped posters are pinned up around Redmist.
What happened the in the 'Mist?
The rumours are wrong! I will tell you the truth!
An ugly Halling or maybe a pretty Dwarf disappeared after assaulting a Guardsman! We all know an ugly Halfling... Salina Pandora! She assaulted a guardsman and now she is in hiding.
A lady of the night was beaten by a customer after trying to steal his coin pouch… we all know Ahma is known for selling herself and stealing!
In the sewers, more rats than you could shake a stick at… infested! Infested with the Black Diamonds, it's their hideout! Vermin huddled together!
Call the exterminator!
Can you hear the drums?!
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Post by appleseedy on Jun 19, 2020 9:16:31 GMT -5
A man in the uniform of a Firstsword hood up against the rain walks towards Talbot's inn. He pauses to take note of the posters where he finds them. He stops to read each different poster without reaction or outburst and continues on his way.
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Post by ShadowCatJen on Jun 19, 2020 17:45:35 GMT -5
After a morning of clearing up the day's rumors for her own benefit, Mynian pauses to eyeball one of the later postings. She takes it off a random wall and walks, reading it for a bit. A snort escapes her. "Cor, whot? It's not even in proper prose," she turned it over to look at the back as if it would offer more. "This ain't even really tryin' anymore." As she passes by the monument, she pauses long enough to commit to her game, crumples it up, and aims to toss it into the fire. It takes a couple of shots, but she makes it eventually. |
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Post by thelaughingjester on Jun 23, 2020 20:06:14 GMT -5
More black diamond shaped posters appear.
So...
Elith has been arrested,
Thrown in the coldest irons,
Clamped, chained but not invested,
'cos he is not who I am,
And I am not who they said,
But Salina is still there,
The guards doin' her vile will,
Letting corruption run rife,
To the whims of that Blue's wife,
Me wonders how many lay her, "roit"?
Can you hear the drums?
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Post by ShadowCatJen on Jun 24, 2020 21:06:11 GMT -5
After a trip out of Cormyr a few days, Mynian came back to Valkur's Roar. She stopped at Talbot's first, but after a while, came back out and stopped in front of one of the latest postings.
Quietly reading it over, she paused to nod as some adventurer's walked by. After she sighed through her nose and clenched a fist.
" ... really?"
It's all she's heard to utter. She removes the one she reads and tucks it away into her side satchel.
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Post by Raven Credale on Jul 8, 2020 16:33:52 GMT -5
A reply to the Laughing Jesters Posters has been pinned around Roar:
"Hidden in shadow, vailed by secrets.
From unknown to known, a question is repeated.
'Can you hear the drums?'
But can 'you' hear the jest?
On high above or far below, a king of fools prances to and fro.
Masked by whimsy, laughing to dismay.
They prance and sing, sweet nothings of folly.
Nay say his name, nay say his fancy.
Demolish this prancing, demolish this folly.
Come seaside tranquility, when heavens majesty is finally falling.
((Ooc: Might remove later. Or a DM can remove this.))
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