Even with the cobblestones of Argent Avenue and the foliage of Aria Park still wet from the morning’s light rain, dozens of Kintargans have gathered along the facade of the opera house to protest the city’s new lord-mayor, Paracount Barzillai Thrune. The city’s new leader was appointed by Her Infernal Majestrix, Queen Abrogail II, in the wake of the previous lord-mayor’s sudden flight from the city— an event that still has local rumormongers whispering furiously. In a scant seven days, Paracount Thrune has instituted martial law, a curfew, and seven outlandish and polarizing proclamations. These actions and more have called many of Kintargo’s dissatisfied citizens here on this overcast morn. There’s been no sign yet of Barzillai Thrune himself, and the opera house’s doors remain tightly closed—as they have since the man chose the landmark as his new home—but judging by the growing sound of the protesters, he surely can’t ignore the scene on the streets below much longer.
Go ahead and describe your character as they gather with the crowd, and roll me a d10 to determine what rumors you have heard in the throng of people.
Proclamations:
Proclamation the First: All slayers of city pests (hereby defined as doves, mice, and ravens) who present said pests to the dottari shall be rewarded with a bounty of 1 copper piece.
Proclamation the Second: All places of public business must display in a position of prominence within the first room accessible from the building’s primary entrance a portrait of Her Infernal Majestrix Queen Abrogail II. Said portrait must measure no less than 11 by 17 inches.
Proclamation the Third: Anyone who captures, alive and unharmed, a feral dog of a weight exceeding 50 pounds is to be rewarded with a payment of 2 silver pieces upon transfer of the dog to the dottari. Such noble guardian creatures should find homes worthy of their kind!
Proclamation the Fourth: The right to wear fine embroidered clothing in public is hereafter proscribed to anyone other than agents of House Thrune or the Holy Church of Asmodeus. Exceptions can be awarded or purchased at the city’s discretion.
Proclamation the Fifth: Grain is life! Should grain be spilled in public, it must be gathered, cleaned, and repackaged within the hour. Any person who allows grain to go ungathered after a spillage shall be fined 1 copper piece per grain.
Proclamation the Sixth: The imbibing of night tea brings a dangerous imbalance to the slumbering mind. Between the hours of sunset and sunrise, the taking of tea is proscribed.
Proclamation the Seventh: The odor and flavor of mint is an abomination to the refined palate. Be not the cretin! Mint use in candies, drinks, and all manner of confections is hereby proscribed.
Effulgyn Nimblewyndeis on his way from the library to purchase a new journal in which to jot down notes and sketches, when he finds a piece of parchment on the cobblestones under his feet with large words written upon it in heavy ink: Rally. Today. <Rally?,> he thinks. <Whatever could this be about? The only rally we had back at the farm -- if you can even call it a rally -- was when I formed up The Meadowlarks.>With this bittersweet memory in mind, he changes course to the Opera House, where he arrives just after the crowd has gathered in earnest.
Unable to find anywhere to sit -- or to see -- Effulgyn realizes, <If only I had a step ladder, I could place it here and from it, climb atop that lamppost and see above everyone else’s heads.> Momentarily, he is lost in thought, thinking very, very clearly about exactly the stepladder he would want, one he had seen in a cabinetmaker’s shop two days ago, built for Stout-sized folk. The image is so very clear to him, <here, on the cobblestones, right here, next to the lamppost.>
Suddenly, a large woman in the crowd blocking his view turns to leave, and -- how can it be? She stumbles into the stepladder. <But! It's only in my imagination!> Effulgyn shakes his head and his mane of copper curls flips back and forth. He squints his eyes shut, reopens them, and now, the stepladder is gone. If it was every truly there. The large woman blinks twice, sees Effulgyn watching her feet, seemingly, with his head tilted to one side, and asks him, "Did you...see?" Then, thinking better of it, she continues, "blasted cobblestones, always catchin' me 'eels!" and walks away.
Her departure reveals a bench, previously blocked by her prodigious form, which Effulgyn now stands upon, and he gives his full attention to the opera house doors and the buzz of the crowd. He asks a friendly-looking person next to him, “Say, what’s this all about?”
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The Tiefling next to him turns her head and replies ”The weight of recent decrees has finally driven the citizenry to a more direct confrontation with our new ‘leader’. I am afraid it may turn violent soon.”As you look you see a female Tiefling with dark crimson skin and eyes and hair of radiant golden white. She looks serene but glancing down you may notice her hand are holding her pack tightly, keeping it closed.
"Oh my, well I hope that doesn't happen. Care for some mint?" Effulgyn opens a small pouch on his belt and removes just a leaf or two of the herb to chew on, offering a sprig. If anyone turns their head, he winks and jokes for all around him, "Well, no one has decreed ya can't chew on it yet, have they?!" To the Tiefling, confidentially, "But I'll keep on with my evening teas too! It is a shame when power is wielded merely for power's sake. Especially when there's so much good that could be done, if only those with the means could see fit to do it."Smiling warmly, his dimples show as Effulgyn speaks, and large, sympathetic eyes focus cordially on the Tiefling. He's obviously enjoying the interchange.
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why is it raining? for the plants, yes, but today? At least it's stopping. I've got so much to do....and every one is already so tense, why? o... what? martial law? New Mayor??? o man! All right, Relhana, focus. One black glove, One black glove. Check the note again, yes, in the square by the opera house...
The young person gave his black hair a shake. He was looking through the unexpected crowd. Instead of the normal hurly burly of a normal week day in the rain it was as if everybody in the entire city had decided to go to the square by the opera house all at once. Being of middling height wasn't helpful. All he knew of the person for whom he was seeking was they were wearing one black glove...when a fragment of conversation nearby between a dwarf and tiefling catches his keen ears
Banning mint? What is going on? I'm sorry, pardon the intrusion, my lord and my lady, I couldn't help but over hearing. I'm looking for a person with one black glove, have you seen such? My name is Relhana.
Effulgynturns to the newcomer, his slight build is revealed from behind the Tiefling, and an onlooker may now see that, while his modest paunch might give him a dwarven aspect in silhouette, he is plainly a halfling. Wearing a mustard-colored vest with pockets, a cocoa-brown corduroy coat with tails over it, and an off-white shirt with a ruffled collar beneath, he barely reaches human height even standing upon the bench. Glancing at the newcomer, his face parts in a smile.
"Well, hullo good sir Relhana. My new acquaintance here...errr, I'm afraid I haven't asked your name -- I'm Effulgyn Nimblewynde -- has just told me the crowd has gathered to protest the recent decrees -- including mint confections, if you have not yet heard. Yet...would you care for a sprig of mint to chew upon? It reminds me of home and is a humble refreshment we stouts are fond of." He offers Relhana a sprig as he continues, "But I'm sorry to say that I've only seen gloves in pairs so far today."
(OOC: can Effulgyn see anyone with a single glove? (Perception: 6)
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Looking to the little man with the offer of mint Penance smiles. “Thank you, but no. My name is Penance.” She extends one of her hands in greeting.
When the person comes up asking about another with one glove she looks over and replies. “Sorry, I have not. However I would be happy to help you.” She begins scanning the crowd.
Relhana accepts the proffered mint and starts chewing.
This is good for teeth, thank you. Well met, Penance and Effulgyn. I'm afraid we don't pay as much attention as we should in the monastery. What is this about a new mayor? I'm afraid I don't know any more than that about the person I am to meet. They may have some information for me, possibly about my parents.
Relhana looks around, too, getting a little fretful.
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Dezra moved through the crowd with trepidation. So much anger, unbridled frustration. There was still a feeling of hope too. She laughs as a nearby halfling distributes some mint leaves to those near him.
Rumors: 9
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Coriana - Company of the Grey Chain Wagner - Dragon Heist: Bards. DM - The Old Keep
To Relhana, Effulgyn raises his eyebrows, which disappear behind his curly cinnamon-copper colored locks. "But...you've got to keep up with these events, or you could find yourself imprisoned or worse without even knowing what you've done. Take the curfew, for example? I was lookin out my lodgers window just at half-past nine the other night and saw three men getting rounded up for doing nothing worse than walking on the street too late. And it has surely made things harder for the taverns, having to shut their doors at 9pm. Why, that alone may be felt as far away as my green hills and little Nimblewynde brewery. I don't like it one bit. And, to ban tea drinking and...mint? If you don't want cream in your coffee, then just drink it black, don't kill the cow!"
Even with the cobblestones of Argent Avenue and the foliage of Aria Park still wet from the morning’s light rain, dozens of Kintargans have gathered along the facade of the opera house to protest the city’s new lord-mayor, Paracount Barzillai Thrune. The city’s new leader was appointed by Her Infernal Majestrix, Queen Abrogail II, in the wake of the previous lord-mayor’s sudden flight from the city— an event that still has local rumormongers whispering furiously. In a scant seven days, Paracount Thrune has instituted martial law, a curfew, and seven outlandish and polarizing proclamations. These actions and more have called many of Kintargo’s dissatisfied citizens here on this overcast morn. There’s been no sign yet of Barzillai Thrune himself, and the opera house’s doors remain tightly closed—as they have since the man chose the landmark as his new home—but judging by the growing sound of the protesters, he surely can’t ignore the scene on the streets below much longer.
Go ahead and describe your character as they gather with the crowd, and roll me a d10 to determine what rumors you have heard in the throng of people.
Proclamations:
Proclamation the First: All slayers of city pests (hereby defined as doves, mice, and ravens) who present said pests to the dottari shall be rewarded with a bounty of 1 copper piece.
Proclamation the Second: All places of public business must display in a position of prominence within the first room accessible from the building’s primary entrance a portrait of Her Infernal Majestrix Queen Abrogail II. Said portrait must measure no less than 11 by 17 inches.
Proclamation the Third: Anyone who captures, alive and unharmed, a feral dog of a weight exceeding 50 pounds is to be rewarded with a payment of 2 silver pieces upon transfer of the dog to the dottari. Such noble guardian creatures should find homes worthy of their kind!
Proclamation the Fourth: The right to wear fine embroidered clothing in public is hereafter proscribed to anyone other than agents of House Thrune or the Holy Church of Asmodeus. Exceptions can be awarded or purchased at the city’s discretion.
Proclamation the Fifth: Grain is life! Should grain be spilled in public, it must be gathered, cleaned, and repackaged within the hour. Any person who allows grain to go ungathered after a spillage shall be fined 1 copper piece per grain.
Proclamation the Sixth: The imbibing of night tea brings a dangerous imbalance to the slumbering mind. Between the hours of sunset and sunrise, the taking of tea is proscribed.
Proclamation the Seventh: The odor and flavor of mint is an abomination to the refined palate. Be not the cretin! Mint use in candies, drinks, and all manner of confections is hereby proscribed.
DM:
Reign of Winter I Curse of the Crimson Throne
Hell's Vengeance | Giantslayer
Varisian Hexalogy: Rise of the Runelords
Player:
Lucille Underfoot, lv. 1 Halfling Storm Sorcerer | Janna Farooq, lv. 1 Human Celestial Warlock
I strive to post at least once per day on all my PbPs. I ask my players to do the same.
More active on weekdays than weekends.
Assume all of my characters are gay.
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DM:
Reign of Winter I Curse of the Crimson Throne
Hell's Vengeance | Giantslayer
Varisian Hexalogy: Rise of the Runelords
Player:
Lucille Underfoot, lv. 1 Halfling Storm Sorcerer | Janna Farooq, lv. 1 Human Celestial Warlock
I strive to post at least once per day on all my PbPs. I ask my players to do the same.
More active on weekdays than weekends.
Assume all of my characters are gay.
Effulgyn Nimblewynde is on his way from the library to purchase a new journal in which to jot down notes and sketches, when he finds a piece of parchment on the cobblestones under his feet with large words written upon it in heavy ink: Rally. Today. <Rally?,> he thinks. <Whatever could this be about? The only rally we had back at the farm -- if you can even call it a rally -- was when I formed up The Meadowlarks.> With this bittersweet memory in mind, he changes course to the Opera House, where he arrives just after the crowd has gathered in earnest.
Unable to find anywhere to sit -- or to see -- Effulgyn realizes, <If only I had a step ladder, I could place it here and from it, climb atop that lamppost and see above everyone else’s heads.> Momentarily, he is lost in thought, thinking very, very clearly about exactly the stepladder he would want, one he had seen in a cabinetmaker’s shop two days ago, built for Stout-sized folk. The image is so very clear to him, <here, on the cobblestones, right here, next to the lamppost.>
Suddenly, a large woman in the crowd blocking his view turns to leave, and -- how can it be? She stumbles into the stepladder. <But! It's only in my imagination!> Effulgyn shakes his head and his mane of copper curls flips back and forth. He squints his eyes shut, reopens them, and now, the stepladder is gone. If it was every truly there. The large woman blinks twice, sees Effulgyn watching her feet, seemingly, with his head tilted to one side, and asks him, "Did you...see?" Then, thinking better of it, she continues, "blasted cobblestones, always catchin' me 'eels!" and walks away.
Her departure reveals a bench, previously blocked by her prodigious form, which Effulgyn now stands upon, and he gives his full attention to the opera house doors and the buzz of the crowd. He asks a friendly-looking person next to him, “Say, what’s this all about?”
Rumors: 7
DM for Candlekeep Mysteries // Dev Hornd in Curious Critters // Eclipse Faraway in Gallows Dancer
The Tiefling next to him turns her head and replies ”The weight of recent decrees has finally driven the citizenry to a more direct confrontation with our new ‘leader’. I am afraid it may turn violent soon.” As you look you see a female Tiefling with dark crimson skin and eyes and hair of radiant golden white. She looks serene but glancing down you may notice her hand are holding her pack tightly, keeping it closed.
Rumors: 4
(OOC: who in the plaza is carrying weapons?)
"Oh my, well I hope that doesn't happen. Care for some mint?" Effulgyn opens a small pouch on his belt and removes just a leaf or two of the herb to chew on, offering a sprig. If anyone turns their head, he winks and jokes for all around him, "Well, no one has decreed ya can't chew on it yet, have they?!" To the Tiefling, confidentially, "But I'll keep on with my evening teas too! It is a shame when power is wielded merely for power's sake. Especially when there's so much good that could be done, if only those with the means could see fit to do it." Smiling warmly, his dimples show as Effulgyn speaks, and large, sympathetic eyes focus cordially on the Tiefling. He's obviously enjoying the interchange.
DM for Candlekeep Mysteries // Dev Hornd in Curious Critters // Eclipse Faraway in Gallows Dancer
why is it raining? for the plants, yes, but today? At least it's stopping. I've got so much to do....and every one is already so tense, why? o... what? martial law? New Mayor??? o man! All right, Relhana, focus. One black glove, One black glove. Check the note again, yes, in the square by the opera house...
The young person gave his black hair a shake. He was looking through the unexpected crowd. Instead of the normal hurly burly of a normal week day in the rain it was as if everybody in the entire city had decided to go to the square by the opera house all at once. Being of middling height wasn't helpful. All he knew of the person for whom he was seeking was they were wearing one black glove...when a fragment of conversation nearby between a dwarf and tiefling catches his keen ears
Banning mint? What is going on? I'm sorry, pardon the intrusion, my lord and my lady, I couldn't help but over hearing. I'm looking for a person with one black glove, have you seen such? My name is Relhana.
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Effulgyn turns to the newcomer, his slight build is revealed from behind the Tiefling, and an onlooker may now see that, while his modest paunch might give him a dwarven aspect in silhouette, he is plainly a halfling. Wearing a mustard-colored vest with pockets, a cocoa-brown corduroy coat with tails over it, and an off-white shirt with a ruffled collar beneath, he barely reaches human height even standing upon the bench. Glancing at the newcomer, his face parts in a smile.
"Well, hullo good sir Relhana. My new acquaintance here...errr, I'm afraid I haven't asked your name -- I'm Effulgyn Nimblewynde -- has just told me the crowd has gathered to protest the recent decrees -- including mint confections, if you have not yet heard. Yet...would you care for a sprig of mint to chew upon? It reminds me of home and is a humble refreshment we stouts are fond of." He offers Relhana a sprig as he continues, "But I'm sorry to say that I've only seen gloves in pairs so far today."
(OOC: can Effulgyn see anyone with a single glove? (Perception: 6)
DM for Candlekeep Mysteries // Dev Hornd in Curious Critters // Eclipse Faraway in Gallows Dancer
Looking to the little man with the offer of mint Penance smiles. “Thank you, but no. My name is Penance.” She extends one of her hands in greeting.
When the person comes up asking about another with one glove she looks over and replies. “Sorry, I have not. However I would be happy to help you.” She begins scanning the crowd.
Perception: 21
Relhana accepts the proffered mint and starts chewing.
This is good for teeth, thank you. Well met, Penance and Effulgyn. I'm afraid we don't pay as much attention as we should in the monastery. What is this about a new mayor? I'm afraid I don't know any more than that about the person I am to meet. They may have some information for me, possibly about my parents.
Relhana looks around, too, getting a little fretful.
Perception 26
Dezra moved through the crowd with trepidation. So much anger, unbridled frustration. There was still a feeling of hope too. She laughs as a nearby halfling distributes some mint leaves to those near him.
Rumors: 9
Coriana - Company of the Grey Chain
Wagner - Dragon Heist: Bards.
DM - The Old Keep
To Relhana, Effulgyn raises his eyebrows, which disappear behind his curly cinnamon-copper colored locks. "But...you've got to keep up with these events, or you could find yourself imprisoned or worse without even knowing what you've done. Take the curfew, for example? I was lookin out my lodgers window just at half-past nine the other night and saw three men getting rounded up for doing nothing worse than walking on the street too late. And it has surely made things harder for the taverns, having to shut their doors at 9pm. Why, that alone may be felt as far away as my green hills and little Nimblewynde brewery. I don't like it one bit. And, to ban tea drinking and...mint? If you don't want cream in your coffee, then just drink it black, don't kill the cow!"
DM for Candlekeep Mysteries // Dev Hornd in Curious Critters // Eclipse Faraway in Gallows Dancer
Thank you for the mint, this is all quite fascinating, we should get together some time and talk about all this....
One black glove....Where?!
Still looking...
Perception 10
another rumour roll, if allowed 1