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Weekend Plot: (Full Event) To the heroes and warriors of Travance who offered me your hospitality this Sunday past,
I thank you once again for your assistance, and your welcome. After speaking with many of you about your interactions with the disgraced former Captain Lorenzo Alverez, I related your stories to His Grace, Count Winterdark. He graciously agreed to my request and wrote a letter to Her Majesty, Queen Luisa, asking that true justice be applied to Alverez and that he meet his rightful fate at the end of the headsmans’ axe. I have delivered this letter, by my own hand, to Her Majesty.
Since you have aided in my efforts, let me return the favor, in what way I am able: I understand that you found yourselves at the warehouse where Captain Ironmantle and his co-conspirator Captain Greykettle set out for a destination in Doth Moria to achieve some unknown purpose. In the past the two had served under Lorenzo Alverez, with Greykettle even standing as his first mate. These days Captain Ironmantle is a reputable dealer of magical arms and items, Greykettle is a known pirate who has plagued the waters near Faust for some time now. There is no doubt in my mind that whatever they plan, it is to Alverez’ benefit.
Unfortunately, while they appeared to be using this warehouse as a base of operations, any hard evidence or indicator of *what* they plan has gone missing. From what you shared with me, it seems an individual styling themselves “The Employer”, may have reached the warehouse first, and is in possession of anything that concretely links the disgraced Captain to this illegal attempt. Without this evidence, officials of Coast Haven are unlikely to take action, for that matter we know not where they go or what they plan to determine what action could be taken. My greatest hope in this matter is that Her Majesty orders Alverez executed before his former (and no doubt still ongoing, if clandestine) followers can take any action.
If this should not come to pass in time, the only other path I see forward is for you to find this “Employer”, learn what Alverez’s lackeys are about, and put a stop to it yourselves.
I wish you luck and fair seas in this, and in pursuit of our mutual aim of seeing Lorenzo Alverez truly pay for his crimes.
Captain Amelia Righetti
Captain of the Silver Princess
Third Fleet, Royal Navy of Coast Haven
I thank you once again for your assistance, and your welcome. After speaking with many of you about your interactions with the disgraced former Captain Lorenzo Alverez.
I related your stories to His Grace, Count Winterdark. He graciously agreed to my request and wrote a letter to Her Majesty, Queen Luisa, asking that true justice be applied to Alverez and that he meet his rightful fate at the end of the headsmans’ axe. I have delivered this letter, by my own hand, to Her Majesty.
Bugarsky & Navarro, LLC
Weekend Portion
(narrator, OOG: not Ephrem)
A Blast of Justice:
*One, two, three, four…* he silently counted the number of pieces of… what was it? Tasted like beets. “I’d better not spill this and get it on my nice white robes. Beet stains.” He said this to himself with enough sarcasm to fill the cell. After his last “interview,” he was able to see the stained and tattered state of his Valosian robes; here in the darkness he could not. Because of his unexpected ally, within just a few days he was even able to determine a pattern by which they staggered his meals and his “sleep interruptions.” He was able to section his prayers during the course of the day like that of the monastery. He even took time during the course of the day for exercises, despite the fact that his meals were less than fully nourishing. He felt more like “himself." He was physically beaten but not spiritually defeated.
There was one day, however, that marked an unusual - and somewhat frightening - event.
The walls suddenly shuddered, there was a loud crack - from within the room there was blazing light.
The priest was startled awake from sleep. His eyes watered from the intensity of the light blazing above him. His arm instinctively came up to shield his eyes. He saw a brief image: his young friend sitting up in a bed, a bandaged hand gripped tightly to the Valosian seal on his coat that the priest had recently given him. His lips were moving in silent earnest prayer.
His eyes snapped open and he seemed to look directly at the priest and said, in a voice like thunder that shook the wall of the cell,
"JUSTICE WILL NOT BE DENIED!"
Just as suddenly as it appeared, the light and image were gone. The room was again plunged into darkness. The priest could hear the sound of running feet, and detect a faint smell of acrid smoke.
At the arrival of their commanding officer, the guards still had a look of panic and fear. They didn’t know what was more disquieting, the thundering sounds having come from the cell with the brightest of lights seeping from the bottom of the door, or the loud, exuberant laughter now coming from the prisoner inside. The officer ordered one of the guards to unlock and open the cell door, to which he begrudgingly obeyed. They saw the priest, whose laughter trailed to an end. The priest looked up at them with a smile on his face, pointed a finger directly at the officer in command, and said,
“Looks like justice is coming, boys.” And then in almost a whisper, “Run.”
[compiled by Bryan A and portions written by Bryan A and Lorna L; some paraphrasing from role play by Lorna L and Mike P]
Weekend Portion
(OOG: Not Ravyn)
Travel Advisory: Remains have been found in wooded areas, dried and left upon the forest floor. Belongings are intact and there are no signs of theft. Some sites show signs of a creature being present. One such site had a large paw print left behind, but it is unclear if this is connected to the attack, or merely a scavenger. No further leads have been found at this time. Individuals traveling on established throughways toward Travance Proper or staying in encampments on the outskirts of Kaladonia are advised to express caution when traveling in small groups.
The Cave: Week Portion
There is a cave where the animals are sorting to act feral and the plants are starting to die. Can... someone help me? The sooner the better preferably? If you do choose to do so, if you could send me a missive, I would grateful to be able to finally address this.
-Julie Chastain
Weekend Plot: (Week Portion)
A party invitation
Greetings, denizens of the dry lands. I am Ashram Eteniel, Priest of Triton, at least amongst my people. I’m one of the sea elves. So cutting right to the point, it seems like the Great Leviathan has become infused in your lands, and further that the Great Leviathan is on the verge of some kind of change. To honor this, we’re going to call the spirits, and have a glorious celebration,to be held on the waterfront within your proper Tuesday just after sundown. To properly experience the tremendous primal and mystical energies present I can use Triton’s power to guide you into the spirit realm. The good news is that an avatar of the great leviathan is likely to be there watching over the proceedings and accepting supplication. Not only that but such a great concentration of power within the likes of Travance will likely gather avatars of other primal spirits. The bad news is of course the barriers between our world and the spirit are not so easily crossed, and there’ll probably be side effects from coming back, but that’s how you know it was a great party right?
So, Tuesday, on the beach just after sundown, say around 8:45-9:00 pm.
- Ashram Eteniel
Weekend Plot: (Week Portion)
A note found slipped between the cracks in the floor
Hello heroes! Long have we regailed you with haunting melodies to stir the soul, but now we offer the chance to stir you coin purse! We, the bards in the basement of the Dragons Claw have collected various odds and ends and treasures. Weapons from the Arcane Sons! Socks from the Sultan of Amon’Zad! Even precious valitarum a cast-off from aberrant bardics that can be worked into metal to absorb and cancel out the mighty power of sound!
We are more than happy to sell these wondrous items! Bring your sense of the dramatic, and also your money to the basement of the Dragon’s Claw Inn on Thursday at 2:00 pm sharp. Please be prompt as we have very busy schedules.
THE BASEMENT BARDS!
Weekend Plot: (Week Portion)
A delivered Letter -
To the denizens of Travance,
My name is Professor Phineas W. Allen, I’m an archeologist specializing in ancient civilizations, studying the history of certain places in Kormyre and their connection to far off lands. Around this time last year, I was studying a set of sea based ruins which had the most peculiar of symbols carved into the walls. I was at a loss, until I heard tell of your amazing discoveries!
It turns out what I was studying was something of an outpost for an underwater civilization colloquially known as “The Kingdom Below.” I have spent almost all of my time delving into, and cataloguing what has already been learned about this place. I finally have some free time, and I thought I might visit your proper, perhaps for a bit of a sit down? I would love to share what I have uncovered, and answer any questions people have. I believe I have uncovered some words you have not yet seen, and you may have some words I am missing. I will be arriving at 5:00 pm on Wednesday of this upcoming week. Goodness this will be so much fun!
Weekend Plot: (Week Portion)
Printed in the Chronicle Strange Brewings around the Lake of Travance
An order issued by Baronial Authorities warns of several dangers around the Lake in Travance Proper. The first are strange yellow plants that according to authorities are incredibly dangerous and should be avoided at all costs. According to a statement made, actions are currently underway to resolve this crisis. The second warning is to be careful in and around the lake. The statement elaborates that the lake itself needed to be infused with magical energies as part of a solution to the dangerous plant problem.
Local fishermen and farmers have echoed the statement, claiming the Lake to be “aggressive” and somewhat challenging to fish in. In addition, strange aquatic plants that resemble coral from tropical regions in bright blues, purples and reds have been spotted washing up on shore. As yet locals have avoided going near them, after one made an attempt, and swears the lake “punched him.”