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Post by DM Betelgeuse on Sept 26, 2023 15:36:04 GMT -5
With the memories of last years All Hallows ritual barely healed, the citizens of cormyr have begun to share tales of paranormal happenings with one another, each competing to scare as many people as possible with their tale. Afterall, why let the truth get in the way of a good yarn? Each tale gets more unbelievable as the date draws closer. They all speak of various happenings and most of them are so overly exagerated that they could not possibly be true.
Some of the stories speak of an ancient man named Lazarus, in service to a dead god, who returns once a year in an attempt to break down the walls between the fugue and the prime. "The Veil", as it has become known. Other tales tell of the spirits of deceased reletives being found in the kitchens of family members... going through the routine of making breakfast. Some of the tales even tell of unknown spirits arriving on the prime material plane to give cryptic warnings. One even speaks of a strange discussion that took place with inquisitor of the year, Vera Gudwerks. The High Inquisitor of Valkur's Roar.
With each telling, the "facts" of the tales change and become ever more dramatic. The people talking clearly knew nothing other than opinion but the one thing that they knew for sure... spooky season was nearly upon them.
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Post by emeraldsnowx on Sept 30, 2023 16:09:55 GMT -5
*new material is fed into the rumormill of Valkur's Roar on the street & tavern level; whispers of an old man named Lazarus... no, not that one... who might be some kind of necromancer, have been inserted into the daily bar banter*
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Post by DM Betelgeuse on Oct 3, 2023 12:54:16 GMT -5
All across Cormyr, reports begin to come in thick and fast - the fog has appeared again. It goes as quickly as it comes. It hangs heavy on the ground, restricting vision and chilling all within it to the bone. It also carries the scent of death, which settles on the tongue. Blue lights can be seen swimming within the fog, flicking in and out of existance as they do. People warn of the lights, stating that you should avoid going to them at all costs because who knows where they lead.
From the fog either violent spirits will form and launch attacks against the living, or benevolent spirits form and issue warnings. In some instances, old friends and dead reletives have been seen to appear in their old haunts - carrying out their old jobs. Such as the old librarians all the way through to grandmother making her famous eggs.
The one message all who tell these tales offer is... we have just begun. Things will get worse.
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Post by demolicious on Oct 7, 2023 16:38:41 GMT -5
Gray robed figure of scrivener Morana appears to be working overtime, travelling up and down Cormyr in hopes of catching as many of the manifestations, either in person or through recounting of survivors. As well as recording each and every death to the incidents that she can.
When caught in the rising fog, her response is always the same. Ringing a small, silver funeral bell hanging from behind her scythe, she appears to be trying to get the spirits' attention. Always, when spirits appear nearby, she attempts to communicate with them, asking "Are you lost? Shall you need a guide?", only defending herself from the spirits if attacked.
She appears to be keeping track of every spirit banished by adventurers during these incidents, as well as inquiring after any recounting of the warnings issued by the more benevolent spirits.
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