The Aftermath - Nightal 19, 1386

[EDM Entori]

Day 2

walking through the rubble, and amongst the dragons. The tall sunelf in a purple cloak, approaches the minister and shares words..

Quickly he sets off north, a blue gnome in tow! Conversation moving from this and that of the mage guard. They find the nearest gaurdsmen who is looking to be overly exerted from standing guard.

The elf asks him a few quick questions before ordering the gaurdsmen home for 10 hours of repreive, 8 for his rest, 1 for his family and 1 to do with as he chooses.

Then - soon joined by another purple in white boots, he stands watch for the guardsmen until relieved by others of the watch. One bringing brazzers throughout the city to provide heat in the cool of nightall.

Day 3

The purple figure returns to Valkurs roar - moving dragon corpse to dragon corpse, noting things down in a book - while a woman in purple pulls at dragon wings and arms.

The tall elf figure excuses himself to go work his magic and study what he has found.

[emeraldsnowx]

Tanya Steel splits her time over the next several days on the tasks of rumor control,
investigation, direction and delegation, interviewing, and other such efforts.

As a point, she cordons off the largest rune-bearing dragon in front of the Great Hall,
along with written and verbal communications to the construction companies and general populace that...

"By the authority of the Inquisitors of Valkur's Roar, this dragon bears evidence in an ongoing investigation and is not to be moved or tampered with in any way. Any questions or concerns can be directed to Inquisitor Tanya Steel. Any found tampering with this dragon without the express permission of Inquisitor Steel will be questioned for interfering with a lawful investigation and charged accordingly."

[DM Private P]

As night falls a red armored Thayan with a cloak bearing the symbol of the Red Wizards of Thay walks through the streets with his squire bearing a freshly shorn head of hair to display his new status. He stops and watches the laborers from Murley Bros chopping dragons up and says to the boy, "Behold my squire. Is it not good that I adopted you from this foolish place? They brought about such destruction upon themselves. However, we should consider hiring this Murley Bros Company as they are efficient in dismembering dragons."

The boy nods to his master and dusts off his master's cloak quickly to maintain its immaculate look before they both set off down the street.

[Runa Rothgar]

The Shovel Knight continues her services to the Death Lord.

Those in charge, Dabria submits and works away, assisting as best she can in the preparation of the honored fallen.

Noticing the coffins lined up, the Gravedigger smooths a hand over one of the lids and nods,  "Not bad for a rush job. " 

Dabria's eyes travel down  the column one more time and then begins to step; wandering down the road , "Looks like they gotta make more room.. best ask the Mortician here if they want me to start diggin."

With 'The Apex' bouncing lightly off her shoulder in rhythm with her walk, Dabria makes way to those in charge, ready and willing to plunge that Adamantine blade into Chauntea's Blessed Earth. 

[demolicious]

Couple days after the event, an exhaustingly detailed report, one could almost call it an obsessively so, of all the identified deaths is left at the city hall, for the heads of reserve branches. It will likely find its way to Mynian's desk as well. And who knows where else.
It contains comprehensive list of every discovered corpse from the aftermath, be they city folk, elves, or their minions.

Every entry begins with either individual's full name, or if such has not been identified, with simple marking of race, gender and number.
For each, detailed description of corpse's identifying features, clothing, wounds and likely cause of death.
For everyone that could be identified, age, date of birth and date of death has also been recorded.

Entire report has been penned with meticulous, careful script, almost perfectly even and uniform. Outside of the objective details of each death, it contains not a single unnecessary word.


The report ends stamped with symbol of the church of Jergal, and a signature.

"In expectation of the Final End,
Scrivener Morana Carian"

[ShadowCatJen]

Morning of the 21st, Mynian headed out of the Great Hall, still in scullery dress, with basket full of small cloth bundles. Traversing the gates and some of the walls, she'd get these bundles to any guard that looked like they needed it. Within the bundles would be a sandwich, cookies, crackers, and a bit of fruit. She would stop to speak to any citizen that would approach her and took time to answer any of their questions.

By midday the basket was empty and she found herself at Talbot's, looking a bit spent. The drink that she had downed in the wee hours of the night as she churned out messages -- a concoction of chicory and other herbs -- had finally wore off.

She checked back into her room, then had to deal with a cat who meowled in irritation at her for having been stuck in said room for far too long. Once the drama was done and the cat settled down again, Mynian put her head on the pillow and promptly passed out.

It wasn't until mid-day the 22nd that Mynian emerged from her room, dressed in more of her regular fair. She ordered a healthy serving of Cormyrian Style Breakfast and ate every bit off the plate. Setting out from Talbot's -- giving him extra coin to put a plate of fish and saucer of milk into her room for the "grumpy one" -- she headed to catch up with news at the Great Hall.

Her intent was to eventually head out the northern gate to see Master Izzak and ask him the dreaded question. Did he have a list of names of the dead yet?

To her surprise, a list was already waiting there for her. Mynian fully appreciated the amount of detail and organization in the report.

It was both her and Master Izzak's duty to record and mark the deaths in the city records. If any names noted were business owners or owned estate within the city, she was to notify Lord Truesilver to handle any financial affairs. Frimgarold would receive a finalized copy of all the names for he and the Baron's records. She would need to record in the latest registries of citizens the word "deceased" along with the date of their passing. This was the less glamorous part of dealing with death.

It was cold. It was exact. It was permanent. It was necessary.

Names turned to numbers. Epitaphs turned into tally sheets.

With a heavier heart, Mynian spent the majority of the rest of the day separating the names and potential citizens from the rest of the macabre sheet. Eventually she would head to Master Izzak to see if they could further identify those that had no names and offer further assistance to him to make the parchment work go smoother.

Far too many hours would pass before she would try to rest again.

//consider Mynian too preoccupied to see to much else, I should be on Friday night, but too late for the next reserve meet. Game on!

[vulpes]

After a long conversation with Inquisitor Steel, Cooper returned to the scene as suggested. The sight of the dragons lying there and those being butchered an affront to his senses.




One hand on the draconic orb he had in his possession, he examined the dragon for any hints as to the runes make or purpose. Driven as he was in determining how to crack the book of Margogh, it too bound in runes, his research into runes was extensive and his library vast.



Searching the dragon and copying the runes exactly before the War Wizards would lock them away or worse some knuckle dragger would chop them up for a trophy, Cooper made copies of each pattern and places the book in a warded pouch for study in his library later, it seemed he had some research to do and he had best be quick about it.





If he found out anything he would get what he knew back to Tanya as fast as he could.


DM Hawk
emeraldsnowx

[brygun]

People from that dreaded day would know Xandy as the purple rider that rode against the greens. The battle had already started when in some districts the Royal Corps colors galloped about distracting dragons from stray travellers. She and her faithful stead Compass deliberate drawing the attention of the those dragons. Then leading those foul beasts to their doom at the massed battle formation. Over and over she had ridden through the death filled streets until several passes found no more dragons.



After the struggle Xandy moved calmly through the city on patrols. Mounted and on foot. There is a calmness to her like a mountain after a tornado had blown through.



Dismounted Xandy also visited the town council chambers speaking with Myn and others giving a few comments of advise. She spoke to a few living souls seeing them return to their normal resonance.



One day Xandy was with Shaerlyn as the two RCMH purples took a shift guarding the town’s north gate.

[Dark Follower]

Their despair and regret I offer to you, Mother.