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Post by Pookey on Jul 31, 2007 11:48:04 GMT -5
*posted anonymously for a player*
Every morning for approximately a tenday now, the broken and defaced statue of Lathander in the building that was once the temple of Redmist has been decked with flowers - roses, carnations, lilies, and chrysanthemums. People whisper that a slender figure shrouded in white and gold brings them every day from outside the city, stopping and talking to the statue in some strange language. After placing the flowers and speaking to the marred statue, the figure leaves, disappearing into the Redmist streets.
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Post by Grozer on Jul 31, 2007 12:05:02 GMT -5
((Assuming since people are whispering about the flowers and the person doing so, the guard would learn of it and make a report))
Speaking to a gathering of several Guardsmen inside the Hall:
"Post two men at the temple and remove the flowers immediately..... then burn them. We will not have someone decorate the symbol of a false idol, particularly one who has forsaken the poor people of Redmist."
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Post by Pookey on Aug 1, 2007 23:46:05 GMT -5
The flower-bearer does not reappear at the temple, kept away by the guards.
But across the city, something odd is noticed. Here and there are flowers - roses, carnations, chrysanthemums, and lilies - lying on the ground, tucked to the side beneath a street lamp, set on the stoops of houses. Around the stem of each flower is a small ribbon. Attached to the ribbon is a scrap of parchment. Every flower has a scrap of parchment. Each bit of parchment says something different.
Some of the scraps say, "Love your enemies." Some say, "Do good to those who persecute you." Some say, "Do not combat evil with evil, but combat evil with good." Some say, "The people walking in darkness have seen a great light. On those living in the land of the shadow of death, a light has dawned." And some simply say, "Be not afraid."
No one seems to know why the flowers are there, and few are willing to speculate on who may have left them. But some say they saw the figure shrouded in white and gold dropping flowers near the old temple of Redmist.
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Post by Grozer on Aug 5, 2007 11:25:45 GMT -5
On a warm mid afternoon walking the bustling streets he walks confidently offering a nod and proud grin at the folk as he passes. Two guards in tow, each carrying handfuls of the flowers so conveniently left around.
Approaching a group of commoners as they gather about the street merchants he speaks loud enough so many can hear. The guards hand out some of the flowers, Ranan smiling wider and shaking hands with the people as he hands each of them a few coins from his pouch*
"Good day to each of you. Here take this as a small token... I wish to turn over what little payment I earn as your Captain... turn it back to the people for they can use it better than I.
No doubt you have seen the flowers adorning our streets? Just a touch I thought to add... consider it a token of my appreciation for being your Captain and Guardian."
He speaks a few more moments learning names and using his charm with the folk of Redmist knowing if can inspire men to lay down their lives for a cause, he can connect with the people. As he steps away from the crowds, he pats a young boy on the head messing his hair some.*
"Boy.. how would you like to earn some coin and help the Captain?" His smile widens as his plans set into motion.
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Post by DM Richard (Retired) on Aug 5, 2007 15:01:47 GMT -5
*There is much rejoicing and cheering by many of the citizens of Redmist!*
*the young boy swaggers away with Ranan*
Yessem Govna I'm yah man. Whot yah wants me fo?
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Post by Toreavamp on Aug 5, 2007 15:17:11 GMT -5
In the distance a young, blonde girl is standing, her smile is soft, almost admiringly as she watches the Captain and his guards walk amongst the common people. She follows him from this distance, intend on not interrupting. Hearing the talk from the people near her she'd agree on his generosity, maybe comment on the man's grand plans, his wisdom and ability to lead the guard, how well he serves the town's lord and the town itself.
As the groups spread out again she stands alone, watching him too leave. Her thoughts her own now.
You seem to have learned, M'love. Or have someone taken up where I let go, M'lord ?
She walks away alone, the smile still lingering on her lips.
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Post by gathera on Aug 5, 2007 17:21:02 GMT -5
A slender woman dressing gray robes makes her way about the city placing up flyer's at several sites of public notice.
To Ranan Captain of the Red Mist Guard
It has come to my attention that you have donated both time and effort to beautify the grand city of Red Mist by the laying of flower bouquets about the streets and avenues. The petal strewn streets as dawns first light breaks over them is truely a moving sight. A great many take comfort in the small touches that such a gesture has brought. Truely a new dawn for Red Mist can not be far off. If there is anyway that I might be of assistance in this noble effort you have but to ask.
Deliana Nefzen the gray
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Post by Grozer on Aug 6, 2007 12:59:41 GMT -5
Several days later ((in game days))... The glint of sunlight bouncing off shimmering black armor, the edges trimmed in deep blood red, he tosses the edge of his cloak over shoulder while walking the streets of the city. Offering a short smile, a nod and a greeting to each of the citizens mulling through the streets. He looks around at the crowds before jumping up on a nearby bench, speaking loudly to reach the crowds with a deep commanding voice, holding up a weathered piece of parchment torn at the edges: frc.proboards37.com/index.cgi?board=regalgriffon&action=display&thread=1185928706"GOOD PEOPLE OF REDMIST....
No doubt you have seen the words written here... I stand before you and ask you to consider carefully the message. The messenger asks you to 'open your eyes and truely see what has happened to your beloved city'?
I ask you... was it beloved? Were you well taken care of under Cormyrian rule or ignored and left to your own efforts? Even after the self proclaimed 'Heroes of Redmist' pushed back the fiends from our city, the Crown choose to errect statues in their honor.... how much effort did the Crown put to better each of your lives? Nothing! Yet now, thanks to our own efforts, you no longer pay taxes to the greedy nobles of Cormyr... you have gained much from our independence!
Look deeper here... these 'Servants of the Dawn' are concerned with the former temple. Ask yourself why? Why were they truely 'silent' while you were squeezed under the thumb of the Cormyrian Crown? Why do they rise up against you now even when YOU fought, bleed and your relatives died for your own freedom?
Perhaps it is because the tithing plate from the temple is gone?
Lord Bloodstil and Redmist's allies are the true heros, the true saviors of our beloved city! Together we will rebuild our city in a way which will rival Suzail, it will rise up as a symbol to our neighbors under strong order and law!"*His voice grows louder and more passionate with each sentence; grinning confidently with the last words he raises a clenched fist high in the air in salute to the people.
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Post by ShadowCatJen on Aug 6, 2007 14:51:18 GMT -5
Mynian shifted the box again in her arms as she moved through the city streets. She had to admit that she now liked going to fetch the inn's regular supply of new candles from the merchant Bron. The old man was nice to exchange pleasantries with and was doing so with her more often the more she did it. His tenacity in keeping up his business despite all the unpleasantness over the years was admirable to her.
A few regulars to the tavern portion of the inn gave her brief smiles and nods as they too passed through the streets on their own errands. Then the crowd thickened and she heard the raised voice and peeked over heads to see what all the fuss was about.
He could hear portions of his words and could guess what it was about. Her face remained neutral as his raised voice sounded out clearer and clearer over the din of the crowd. Mynian's eyes scanned the faces about her to gage their reactions and kept watching long after he thrust his fist into the air.
Hearing and seeing enough, she hefted the box in her arms one more time and cast a long glance in the Captain's direction through the mingling crowd. Without further word or look to anyone she continued on her way to the inn and her work.
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Post by A slim figure on Aug 6, 2007 16:02:59 GMT -5
A slim female figure dressed with a grey robe and a small hood walks in the middle of the populace as the Captain makes his speech. She leans against one of the many house halls and crosses her arms as she examines the expressions of the common folk.
Amongst those who seem enthusiastic hearing his words, she notices a small group of five old women who nod with every sentence of his. She approaches them and listens to their babbling for a few minutes, no doubts that they believed in every single word of his…
She grins to herself, and with a gentle voice starts to speak with them, they were so distracted with their gossip that they treated her as if they knew her already, without questioning her presence.
“Indeed an outrage what those who wrote the letter made” she says, agreeing with what one of them said “… they must think we are fools and blind…” she smiles “If it weren’t for those who saved us led by Lord Bloodstil the sky would have fall upon us, and all those we care about would be dead, and we, without a ceiling upon our heads to protect us from the harsh times.”
She stops for a few moments probing their reaction and finishes “they sacrificed so much for us, that now this is the time to repay for their sacrifice showing them our support, we should celebrate in Lord Bloodstil name and bring those who want to harm us to his justice as an example.”
Slowly as she approached them, she leaves and vanishes in the middle of the populace chuckling to herself.
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Post by Pookey on Aug 6, 2007 21:49:04 GMT -5
The next morning, more flowers appear, as if from thin air, for no one can say they saw who left them. Roses, chrysanthemums, lilies, carnations, tulips, and more strewn about the city, each with a small ribbon tied to them that holds a small scrap of parchment.
This time, however, the parchments are different, bearing a prominent, unmistakable symbol of the Morninglord - a sunrise over clouds. Written on the parchments are several different messages. Some say, "You are not forgotten. The Morninglord remembers you." Others say, "Even in the darkest of nights, his light still shines, bringing life and love and hope and peace. Await the Dawn that is coming." Still others say, "When we are troubled, the Morninglord brings us peace. When we are hurt, he brings healing. When we are in darkness, he brings us light." And still more, "There is no pit so deep that the Morninglord cannot reach down to rescue you, nor darkness so strong that his light cannot reach you." And some that say, "Dawn breaks within our hearts when we reach out to Lathander."
Still others whisper that someone, they are not certain who, has been bringing water and food to those being punished in the streets. They speak of a ghostly figure visible only a moment or two. Children on the streets speak of a woman, they believe, with kind hands and compassionate eyes who brings them food and drink, money to buy them a place to sleep for the night, healing when they are sick, and hugs when they need a shoulder to cry upon. They say she speaks of hope and peace and mercy.
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Post by ShadowCatJen on Aug 7, 2007 13:11:54 GMT -5
On another day Mynian walked through the streets slowly during the midday hours. She took her time, her mind heavy with thought, only giving the barest of nods to those who may acknowledge her. Her feet stopped when she saw a man that she had spoken to a couple of days before.
He was human, roughly in his post span of 30 winters. Like most in his position he was a bit thin and gaunt. His family had survived the riots, but he had lost both his house and his job. He'd taken to begging for both he and his family, usually giving what he got to his wife and children instead of himself.
Today he held a bit of bread and was eating it while sharing some of it with the small boy next to him. Mynian walked up, smiling lightly and nodded to him.
"Mista Rudel, good ta see yeh earned a lil' ta get yehself some food."
The man looked up at her, looking partially embarrassed, but smiling still, "Well, no, Miss Mynian. A kind lady gave this to my boy. Gave him a flower that I can give to my wife later as well. Can't eat it, but it'll be nice all the same."
Her smile slipped away slightly to a steady neutral look.
"Tha' so?" she kept her gaze a bit on him. "'n whot about me offer ta yeh? Ta tend tha garden in front o' tha inn fer some coin?"
"Oh... well..." the man looked slightly hesitant. "I could come around and do that, but... the lady has been coming around and if she gives my boy more food....."
Mynian turned her head and focused her eyes on some invisible point down the street. Her eyebrows furrowed and the faintest troubled look passed over her face. Shutting her eyes a moment she took a deep breath in, she gave the barest of nods as if coming to some decision, then suddenly snapped a look back at Rudel.
"Yeh really think tha's gonna solve yeh problems?"
"M-miss?"
She came forward and squatted in front of where he sat, looking him square in the eye.
"Livin' off o' handouts is only gonna last fer so long, boyo. Eventually tha food 'n tha gold will run out 'n yer sufferin' will start again. Do yeh really want ta live tha rest o' yeh life 'r 'ave yer children keep ta this life forever?"
Rudel slowly lowered the bit of bread in his hand, a slightly ashamed look coming to his face as he glanced at his boy, "... No... Miss Mynian... I told you the other day I'd rather not be like this... "
She nodded at him, "'n yeh still be fairly healthy, Mista Rudel. Yeh ain't come down with tha sickness yet 'n neither 'as yeh children. Yeh c'n work tha garden, I'll pay yeh afta every day yeh do tha work."
She leaned forward and said pointedly, "Yeh ain't as weak as yeh think yeh are. Yeh've got it in yeh ta make it. Fer yehself, fer yeh children."
Rudel stared at her a moment, cast another glance at his boy, then sat up some from his slumped posture. For a moment, Mynian hoped she saw what the man might of looked like when he was healthier and happier, more of a living look to his eyes.
He nodded his head once, "Aye, Miss Mynian. I'll be there this afternoon. I need to get this food to my wife and daughter first."
Mynian nodded once in return, then let a genuine smile slip on her lips, "I'll see yeh about then, Mista Rudel."
Standing she gave a wave to both he and his boy before heading into the streets again. To no one in particular she uttered, "Give a man a fish 'e eats fer a day. Teach a man ta fish 'e eats fer a lifetime."
In a quieter tone, almost pained, "Neither Lathander 'r Ilmater 'as got tha true answers fer this city."
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Post by Toreavamp on Aug 8, 2007 4:16:51 GMT -5
The young, blonde girl picks up a flower and a note. She shakes her head, speaking quietly to herself, though loud enough that the townfolks she's made sure to stand near can hear her.
"Such a pity, while the words are beautiful, why must they hide if their message is so pure and true."
A soft sigh of sadness escapes her lips as she shakes her head again.
"They are not here, they come in the night, what are they afraid of, why do they hide ..."
She stands and heads for the inn.
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Post by Grozer on Aug 9, 2007 13:55:16 GMT -5
Posted in each of the Redmist quarters and inside the Inn:
It is hereby decreed by Captain Hallomein while arrangements are made for a proper soup kitchen, the Redmist Inn shall offer soup, bread and water to those in need. For now this offer will be available on alternate days until more suitable location can established.
Funds are generously being donated from the city coffers and Captain Hallomein himself.
All Hail the Kingdom of Redmist!
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Post by Pookey on Aug 9, 2007 15:09:02 GMT -5
--Posted anonymously at a player's request.--
Over the course of several days, a gray robed figure, face and body obscured by the folds of fabric and a plain Gray mask, possessed of slim build and androgynous voice, performs the same tasks, passing bread and drink among the poor, as well as small trinkets bearing Lathander's symbol, disappearing quickly in a sudden commotion if spoken to for too long. Soon after these events, those given these tokens of kindness are found dead, faces distorted in pain and with obvious signs of some sort of poison having brought their demise. Whenever these bodies are discovered, whispers run through the crowds about "Traitorous Dawnbringers" and "Back handed attacks".
Though no one seems to be able to recall just who brings up these angry accusations, many of the kinder old women bend down to pet a small black cat that appears at their feet sometime during the gossip, purring happily and licking it's chops, bright red eyes staring up good naturedly.
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Post by gathera on Aug 9, 2007 15:46:35 GMT -5
Posted about Red Mist on the wall and fence posts
I applaud Captain Ranan noble efforts to reach out and aid the poor. Yet why should those most in need wait a day when help is needed today. To this end I and others of my beliefs shall see to it that bread, fruit and water will be supplied on those days the good Captain is unable. Look for us in the once named Square of the Four.
Deliana Nefzen
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Post by ShadowCatJen on Aug 9, 2007 16:18:12 GMT -5
Mynian, on her way to another shift, looked at the note left by the Captain.
Aloud, rather not caring who hears her, "Well foof! Jus' give me a load more o' people ta 'ave ta deal with why donna yeh?"
She paused again to see the other note by Deliana, and exclaimed, "Near by tha inn? Cor blimey, they gonna be all o'er tha place 'n come in tha inn anyway!"
Stopping again a pondering look came over her face... "Wait a shake..."
Then a grin broke on her face, "Spot on! Me c'n make this work yet!"
With almost a gleeful expression she continued on to the inn.
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Post by Pookey on Aug 15, 2007 6:48:09 GMT -5
A raucous crowd of regulars sit around a table at the Redmist Inn, discussing the events of the day.
"Seems theres a competition between the charities now, eh?" Says one man.
"Aye, that can only help if they're trying to outdo each other. If you're a beggar that is." says another with a sly grin.
"Well, the children are getting fed at least." Says a third.
Talbot, wiping down the bar, says nothing but listens and keeps the tankards full.
"Bah! Can't trust the food from them Lathandarites though! You know they been poisoning it and handing it out to kill people. Damn people should be run out of town!" Another pipes up.
Silence falls on the table as everyone looks at the man, then peals of derisive laughter.
"You damned fool! How stupid can you be to think the priests of the Morninlord would go around poisoning people! Hahahaha!"
"Were you holding the door when they were passing out sense?"
The man eventually leaves, red faced, chased out by the scorn of the Inn's patrons, Talbot shaking his head as he wipes down the bar again.
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