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Post by DM Betelgeuse on Mar 7, 2022 9:37:26 GMT -5
A figure wearing a beautifully tailored purple suit, black hat and cloak is seen walking around Valkaurs' Roar. He occasionally stops to shake hands, make small talk and even share the occasional joke.
He is last seen out on the docks, chatting away with one of the adventuring community. Her then heads on his way. He is later seen around the slums of the Roar - playing cards.
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Post by Asgardian Grey Hawk on Mar 7, 2022 16:07:09 GMT -5
*While he is in the slums he might see Slinger preforming magic tricks and passing out Ale and bread*
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Post by DM Betelgeuse on Mar 12, 2022 12:40:56 GMT -5
Rumours begin to circulate out of the slums about Caranil and his magical cards.
It would seem that some people have begun to look older than they actually are. Grey hairs appearing where they previously had none. Lines on their face, under their eyes showing an aged appearance beyond its years.
The rumours also speak of the poorest members of the slums being seen clutching platinum bars, cackling and wooping on joy as they flee from the slums in search of softer beds. Some husbands, wives and children left behind by their fleeing spouse.
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Post by PepperWolf on Mar 15, 2022 7:27:01 GMT -5
Declan Hazard clad in the colors of the Four Winds is seen within the slums on a more regular basis. Those that gamble he sits with though never using the deck of mismatched cards that he keeps in a sleeve pocket. Chewing on his cinnamon sticks between hands of cards or games of dice he offers suggestions on how to shed the area of the misfortune it has been suffering of late. That night poured outside of the doors of various buildings are lines of salt. The shadow of a swaggering swashbuckler is seen slipping into the gathering mist by any watchful at a late hour. A sack in one hand and a mismatched deck of cards in the other.
A sign had been painted up on a broken board left over from construction. Antlers painted black set atop a pile of broken debris painted red set near to it. Around this set various goblets of different make. Iron and steel and even silver and gold. Various crumpled, folded, and shaved queen of spades cards are left in each cup. The letters read:
"Misfortune has cloaked this city for long. A storm unending. Like the Great Queen of the Sea that is given her due of appeasement. The Maid of Misfortune will no longer be ignored. Those that value a year free of the yoke of misery of the last.. Give homage!"
Night after night he returns to make sure the small shrine hasn't been swept away. New cups replacing the old should any disappear and if one should... A murmured response while bits of broken mirror shards are sprinkled on the spot where they once sat. Each night he keeps eye and ear for this man that lingers and deals in misfortunes in the slums of the Roar while he places the salt protections across the doorways of the common man.
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Post by DM Betelgeuse on Apr 5, 2022 14:02:34 GMT -5
The purple clad individual is seen leaving Valkur's Roar and making towards Suzail.
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