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Kamina
 
PostPosted: Mon, Jul 02 2018, 14:01 PM 

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Joined: 05 Jul 2007
Location: Kent, England.

In West Cordor, a slight economic success is whispered among the common folk. An unused warehoused, dilapidated after the destruction of Cordor has been bought and overnight, several workmen disembark a boat docking at the West's docks. Among them is a man clad in black known by a lot of the locals as "Butch". Alongside him, a Cambion with a hefty halberd. They set to work bringing in various leatherworking benches, cages and tools...

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"Operating in the border between light and darkness, shadowdancers
are nimble artists of deception. They are mysterious and
unknown, never completely trusted but always inducing wonder
when met"

-Dungeon Master's Guide 3.5e.


 
      
Kamina
 
PostPosted: Tue, Jul 03 2018, 11:54 AM 

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Location: Kent, England.

A day full of rumours flew by.

West Cordor sending Kenku to attack Bendir? Adventurers threatening West Cordor's children? West Cordor's newest business under threat? Death at West Cordor's Church?

Murmurs and upset from West Cordor's residence linger as the slowly regaining trust with the rest of the city as well as the adventuring populace took a major hit. In the morning following, a small vessel arrives on the docks, bringing in some large wooden crates, only the observant eyes notice Butch himself is not overseeing this, but rather a Cambion with a now permanent scowl on his face. He holds in his hands a letter sent to him by someone, slowly deliberating it, before heading in to the Gentleman's Club to talk to Tucker.

Meanwhile, at the temple of Salandra, the Chultan girl Manja alongside the Kenku that assassinated her lie in their beds still unconscious, throughout the day their vital signs show for better recovery as they are regularly blessed with healing spells.

Signs of the single Kenku who escaped remain non-existent. Its whereabouts unknown, whether it has managed to talk to its boss unknown and most importantly, whether it was still out to look for a certain dark-clad human unknown.

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"Operating in the border between light and darkness, shadowdancers
are nimble artists of deception. They are mysterious and
unknown, never completely trusted but always inducing wonder
when met"

-Dungeon Master's Guide 3.5e.


 
      
thunderbrush
 
PostPosted: Thu, Jul 05 2018, 21:07 PM 



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Location: The belly of the beast

*Having run out of time, Jean was left with little choice than to post a request for time extension on the RPR's warehouse door*
"Regrettably for all, I was unable to make contact with any of the parties involved. I know this comes as an inconvenience as it shall prolong your stay, but I beg on the side of reason that you keep your searches subtle and with less death squads. I shall continue to try and contact Butch, and inform those that may have some concern in this matter. I am asking for an extension to produce an answer. We both know that given your ultimatum, Butch will come to you when he is notified."

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Michael Harcourte: Painter, Scribe.

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Kamina
 
PostPosted: Thu, Jul 05 2018, 21:50 PM 

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if Jean were to return he would notice the letter is gone, with nothing else forthcoming.

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"Operating in the border between light and darkness, shadowdancers
are nimble artists of deception. They are mysterious and
unknown, never completely trusted but always inducing wonder
when met"

-Dungeon Master's Guide 3.5e.


 
      
Kamina
 
PostPosted: Mon, Jul 09 2018, 13:31 PM 

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A night of chaos ensued.

At the Temple of Salandra, a new admittance. In their protective custody, the man clad in dark clothes discusses news with the chultan patient. Frequent visits from the flock of hired Kenku who seem to respect the Salandran guards not to enter the recovery wing.

In West Cordor, news flurries around. With coin paid to guards and the streetwalking rabble, most left the streets only to witness events from their windows. A huge brawl had erupted in the middle of the streets, with some spells cast and a clash of swords, one of the troublemakers were subdued, with the rest escaping. The West witnesses the intrusion of adventurers with hushed whisper and uneasiness. Strange rumours such as an old woman with grafted winged who had paid for repair costs to the scuffle in the Temple of Ilmater.


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In the morning, a ship sails eastbound. Sight of the Cambion who was on the side of those "defending" the West completely vanishes. The Warehouse of the Red Ring Partner's Leatherworks open their doors, with a few Westerners employed to sell their goods to people. This morning, at least, the West falls to its usual self.

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"Operating in the border between light and darkness, shadowdancers
are nimble artists of deception. They are mysterious and
unknown, never completely trusted but always inducing wonder
when met"

-Dungeon Master's Guide 3.5e.


 
      
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