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Amidst the rubble and wreckage of the city...


Vera spends a great deal of her waking hours helping people to tidy up the remains of the catalcysm in the Promenade of the city. Despite looking immensely pissed off the entire time she does her best to assist however she can, trying to get to know as many of the affected people as possible including details of their work and families.

All her work might even be taken as some bizarre PR effort if not for the genuine effort she constantly puts in.



((Figured this kind of RP works better offscreen than on, but it's still important to show for Vera's goals and characterisation. Perhaps this thread can be used for accounts of other PC's actions in and about the city that are best handled offscreen.

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Everyone she meets appears to be dealing with both the physical aftermath and the mental. With the Baron Wars still in living memory and with it the Great Sieges some older people are drawing upon a deeper well of determination, while those who have only known the relative peace and safety of Avendel during the restoration appear more shaken.

During her efforts she encounters some of the Tea House set she has debated with in the past. They greet her as friend and they provide the opportunity for her to help their respective groups in their efforts; the House of the Exile, the Guilds, the minor aristocracy, even the Library.

Her efforts helping those trapped in a collapsed tenement building on Treeant Close in particular saves a number of lives. Though the experience is a grisly one and would leave anyone spiritually drained.

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Watchman Hougen patrols around the central of Avendel, talking to the people who have lost their homes, telling people to watch out for those hillmen, tu'athas and druids. And that they are the ones to blame for all this. He makes sure that all disctricts get the rumor by patroling The Tribune, Morgans Pier and the famous streets like Mothwood and Cumberland.

He has also paid a young choir-boy with the name Prosper to sing songs about this.
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Generally the sight of the Watchman on patrol lends an air of security easing the troubled minds of the city's citizenry if only a little.

Some in the less affected districts are eager to stand exchanging gossip and the patrolling watchman is listened to eagerly.

This is not necessarily true of those who are busy attempting to rebuild their lives and mourn their dead. They have more mixed reactions to his presence and message.

Some barely acknowledge his presence, others rage at him shouting and screaming that not the City Watch, nor the Imperial Guard, nor the Empire was able to protect them and their loved ones. Often their friends will restrain them and take them away to calm down.

Any protestations from Constable Hougen about the cause of the troubles fall upon deaf ears in the moment for these cases. However it cannot be known what strange fruit his words will bear in days and weeks to come.

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*On the corners of the streets of Avendel, especially where the refugees are gathered, Yvette, clad in the Imperial Library's uniform would attempt to deliver her message, loud and clear for the coming days to all whom would listen*

Citizens of the Empire,
As a Seeker, not only of the Imperial Library, but of truth and justice, I feel it is my obligation to speak up against recent events
The heart of civilization, the very capital of this great nation, was recently shaken by tragic events, as you all know

Events which was the product of savages - Of druids, tuathas, and firbolgs!
These foul beasts whom wear the faces of men assassinated the Grand Magister, and let loose the Barghest whom we had worked so hard to imprison for the safety of all - Taking pity upon the Fey Lord responsible for the death and suffering of thousands.
As a product of their actions, the machines under Avendel which warded the city against disease and provided our daily bread was shattered; A side-effect of violently removing its source of power.

The savages then proceeded to act as saviors - To get our citizens to "safety", from the dangers they themselves had fabricated!
Make no mistake; They are not saviors and heroes - They are the reason we was endangered to begin with!
Their lust for power, and their ignorance and foolishness in thinking they could control the power of the Fey all led to this!

'This the truth of the matter;
A truth the savages will do anything to conceal and deny.
The Fey Gods must be tamed if we are to survive!

// Assuming friendly reactions, Yvette would take her time and try to direct anger and hate towards the "savage beasts" - If met with hostility, she would simply retort that the savages will have their victory if the people do not stand united, then move on to speak elsewhere
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A Librarian proselytising on Street corners warrants attention regardless of circumstance and Yvette consistently gathers small crowds. The reaction of the citizens is similar to Constable Houghen's reception; many interested and some irrationally angry.

Yvette's cache as a seeker of the library, gives he words credence  in the same way that Ignatius' authority lent his words strength.

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As time passes more stories emerge from the disaster that were easily missed in the commotion. 

In the hours following The Event the Avendelian Combine sprang into action. This group of Guilds has always sworn to work together for the betterment of the city's commonweal. 

The Planners coordinated efforts, the Architects used their understanding of forces to aid in rescue efforts from collapsed buildings, the Pipeworkers attempted to reestablish supplies of clean water, the Streetsweepers and Cobblelayers worked together to clear rubble and create passable access to vital parts of the city.

However their efforts could only go so far as the supplies and skills vital to aid, stabilise and rebuild were tied up in three of the more commercial and less civically minded Guilds: the Trades, the Caterers and the Craftsmen.

Fortunately the new head of the Trades Guild an outlander Elf by the name of Darith, authorised the free use of any commercial stock held by the Guild of Trades in the rebuilding efforts. He then spent a substantial sum of his personal wealth buying the involvement of the Craftsmen and Caterers.

His example was soon followed by some members o the Aristocracy and other wealthy merchants.

Before long the streets of Avendel are full of carpenters and stonemasons, there are ample raw supplies for rebuilding and food for the refugees. 

Even with all that however the road to recovery for the city will still be long.


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"By the Sixth Seal o' the Exalted Chorus o' Daggarath, I bind ye fast!"

The charging slaad abruptly halted in mid-stride, twisting its neck with a stifled groan as radiant orbs of mystic power descended and converged in rapid spirals until coursing across the slick surface of its green hide. Its loping comrade charged past, snarling gutturally as the fire-locked witch framed her face with spread fingers and thumbs, murmuring with contrary gentleness.

"Peer into my eyes...."

The second slaad stiffened bodily on making eye contact, its pupils dilating as arcane bewilderment was funneled into its frail and savage mind. Without thinking, the unearthly creature turned away and reared back with its fist, then struck its held fellow a resounding blow.

Braweann confidently marched past the enchanted slaadi as one persisted in battering the other with bestial fury. Only when she was beyond them at a safe distance did she permit herself a cocksure grin, pausing to smile before barking a forceful incantation and lashing a hand behind her. A shower of sparks hissed against iron and stone as the ensuing firebath sent both hideously scorched Outsiders tumbling into the abyss of the Underworks, and Braweann continued blithely on her way.

But in her heart, she tired of treading the Underworks, eluding the errant ley seekers and casting the slaadi back to their sloughs in Limbo. The real battle rumbled above her--among the hearts and the minds of the people--and she knew it.

With a new plan and a new resolve, she emerged into the moonlight and mystically veiled herself from the sight of men, then silently stalked her way back to Arkady's study. She had already taken more than her share of his spare sheets of parchment and paper, and at hand she had a number of magic scrolls from which she would likely never cast: a scroll of Magic Missile here, a scroll of Create Undead there, a scroll of Resistance between them, and more. She had come a long way in the arts of eloquence and expression, and she was confident that she could set aside her native brogue and pen in the dialect of the Andrunese. With three bottles of whiskey and a warm mantle above the hearth, she set herself to the painstaking work of bleaching away the magic-imbued texts, then overwriting them with a burgundy ink that was entirely mundane....

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By daybreak, more than a few walls stood bedecked with fresh words of persuasion and propaganda. Walls along the docks, walls twisting among Avendel's impoverished townhouses, walls looming over the marketplace of Lowshale [sign in to see URL] and more bore the mute yet legible cries of rebellion:

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Sitting cross-legged atop a weathered crate discarded along Cumberland Road, Braweann drew the brim of her bright witch hat low over her eyes, nursing a half-spent bottle of whiskey as she marked the sun's ascent over the roofs and gables of the assailed city.

The unity of the Library, she hoped, would be crumbling amid Avendel's chaos and disrupted by Librarians posturing themselves to fill the vacuum of power left by the deaths of Grand Magister Sutharan and many of his underlings. If there was any time to provoke the commoners into taking back their measures of freedom, then this would be it. They had already heard enough messages of fear and warning from their keepers; surely they could only benefit from receiving messages of hope from an opposing point of view.

For Liberty. For the Good of Humanity. For Aolyth.

The iron couldn't possibly be grow hotter than this....



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A childhood flourished with the diverse company of the finest Tethyrian artisans has not been lost on Sabella. Though she had long sacrificed whatever arcane talents she might have had for focused study of combat and mastery of mind over body, the arts were not unknown to her as she set quill to paper and began to sketch out familiar faces of of fey worshipers, druids, and savages living beyond the walls who may have been taken part in the raid that led to the magister's murder. Several hours and a sore wrist later, she marches into the Avendel watch post with a bound roll of papers with the names and depictions of anyone of significant prowess or influence she suspects of sympathizing with the cause of savages.
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"The important thing is isolating all the variables... that's the key to a good Scrying lad." Said the Master to the Apprentice.

He laid the Treasonous poster on a clean stone lectern.

"Notice how polished and clean of even motes of dust the surface I lay the focus upon is."

He began calling the enchantments, burning the appropriate incense and drawing the needed symbols in the air.

Many magnitudes beneath their perception tiny traces of magical ink bound to the fibres of the poster began to resonate with the Divinatory magics and through chance interacts with the wild magic released into the city.

Far above the streets of Avendel a window of the Spire explodes outwards sending small flames and harmless sparks showering down upon the Tribune.

Later that day the Library archivists file two counts "Murder through Magical Treachery" to the charge of "Treasonous Thinking and Communication" to the charges against the unknown poster of anti-Empire propaganda.

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Elsewhere graffiti has appeared crudely painted to a wall near a badly damaged part of the city.

"RED HAIR = BLACK HEARTS"

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Sabella's contribution is gladly accepted and taken to the Promenade Watch House where copies begun to be made.

Though such fine copying requires time and a call is put out for portrait artists.

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In the morning, when the homeless refugees awake, many of them find that their tents have been visited in the night. Freshly butchered venison, rabbits, grouse, and other game accompany berries, herbs, and wild onions foraged from Aolyth's forests.
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