prior to the raising of the makeshift hospital another woman could have been seen entering the docks. Those familiar with the higher echelons of Amn may have been able to recognize her as Lady Narasida Zakine-Albrongardo, though she was wearing plain robes and no other sign of either station nor wealth.
for a few hours that women would be seen handing out food to the starving promising to petition for support from her friends in the south, though taking great effort to do that in a more private atmosphere as to not attract too much of a crowd.
furthermore she would ask around and deliberately seek out those (of the still living and halfway healthy) who appear to have lost the most in the plague, offering private grief counseling.
afterwards she could have been seen tagging along with the band of adventurers building up the makeshift hospital, though after being called out by her title and proclaiming that her help seemed to be neither needed nor wanted there she left the docks in again.
A Baldur's Gate noble named Lady Katherine, one of the larger landowners in the farmlands of Baldur's Gate, and whose family has lived in the Baldur's Gate area since before its walls were constructed, is rumored to have recruited some adventurers to assist her with a dig in the Northern Farmlands of Baldur's Gate south of the Fields of the Dead. While she wrapped up a different dig site just east of the eastern walls of Baldur's Gate, apparently looking for a family heirloom, she sent the adventurers to the other dig site north with the promise of pay. After a chaotic circus of a dig, the adventurers aiding her uncovered a box that threw up some bizarre illusions that were eventually dispelled after much confusion. Eventually, the Lady Katherine was alerted and came to inspect the box. While adventurers had previously struggled to open it, the Lady did so easily and took an envelope with her that was contained within the box after rewarding those in the dig for finding what she sought. She discarded any interest in the box after leaving with the envelope, leaving adventurers behind to fight over her trash.
A few days past there was an organized effort to bring aid and healing to those still suffering in the docks. The group rallied in the Temple of Ilmater and although Brother Marcus was unable to join them on their mission, a mysterious woman came to them with a large donation of her own. Together then went to the Docks District and under heavy Flaming Fist presence and regulation through the district, set up a makeshift triage inside a warehouse filled with cats. They managed to heal a great majority of those inflicted in the docks with people from the East Gate and even the Palace Districts coming for healing as well. Although with such success, still some had to be turned away when the healing supplies were gone.
With great success, much of the sickness has been healed in the docks. There are still outbreaks from time to time but things appear to be improving. Spirits are on the rise from the deep mire they were trapped in for weeks upon weeks.
Unfortunately, the sickness has spread to other districts, though the rate of spread is not so high given their capacities to provide for themselves and not being subjected to the close living quarters of the docks. Evenso, prayers still continue for the safe arrival of supplies from the Lord's Alliance.
Former Campaign Coordinator for 1351 (2015) and 1352 (2016)
A heavy winter storm descends into the city, blowing in from the water into the docks and out to cover the entirety of Baldur's Gate. The rain is cold and fierce pummels the Gate, sending many of the citizens to find shelter inside. The homeless flock to the Temple of Ilmater or into the sewers to escape the chilling bite. Many of the rats perish or are forced away from the population to escape the storm. Mindful citizens remember and whisper of the drumming of a certain man through the Gate and his proclamations regarding Umberlee.
Yet is this a blessing or the wrath of the Sea Queen...
Former Campaign Coordinator for 1351 (2015) and 1352 (2016)
A heavy winter storm descends into the city, blowing in from the water into the docks and out to cover the entirety of Baldur's Gate. The rain is cold and fierce pummels the Gate, sending many of the citizens to find shelter inside. The homeless flock to the Temple of Ilmater or into the sewers to escape the chilling bite. Many of the rats perish or are forced away from the population to escape the storm. Mindful citizens remember and whisper of the drumming of a certain man through the Gate and his proclamations regarding Umberlee.
Yet is this a blessing or the wrath of the Sea Queen...
*Makes her way through the storm, her dress tied up, water sloshing around her boots, protected by a magical shield that the rain and wind just sleets off of*
*stops a moment and comments to herself* If this washes the plague away, I do not care who sent it!
kleomenes wrote:Ameris and Telia meet with Sani upstairs at the Temple of Ilmater. Some time later, Ameris would speak with Brother Marcus with some enthusiasm.
He'd tell of having been able to secure a mass production of wands to allow the removal of disease - enough to cure seven hundred patients. He deposits them with Brother Marcus in order to keep the temple supplied.
A slender looking male wearing a hooded black cloak and blue tunic glances over one of the notices after entering the Elfsong tavern sometime thereafter. After a long moment of tapping his thin lips thoughtfully, the hooded fellow exits the tavern and asks the nearest passerby for directions to the Ilmateri temple. Upon receiving said directions the male would be seen gliding casually off towards the temple in question.
There are no level 30's, only level 20's with benefits...
Yet is this a blessing or the wrath of the Sea Queen...
A drummer of doom song stands boldly in the Eastern District—winds blasts at his body, his long hair nearly horizontal in the fury, his face, covered in cold rain. He bears the storm like any that has been at sea in disastrous times...and he grins while doing it, wildly.
There, in the Eastern District, he drums without hesitation to weather or worry, a man possessed by the grace of his faith being manifested in the world around him. He feels connected to divinity, for his drum has called, and his Queen—as any that recognize him would know from which House he represents—has answered...with might.
He speaks out over the undulating beat, in a half-sung spoken word:
"The cleansing is here! Tributes are honored by the rain, saved by it...those that mock and fail to see your domain, my Queen...shall suffer from their own stubborn faithlessness! Behold the glory of sea, of spray, of...STORM!"
And the beat goes on...while the divine rain cleanses...those of faith in Umberlee...as well as those without....
The One Truth Is: All Things Perish Over Time . . . all except I.
Adventurers and a Baldurian noble may have been seen digging up two sites with a permit in the Baldur's Gate Farmlands. It is said that adventurers at one of the sites in the Northern Farmlands caused enough a raucous for the Flaming Fist to be called to deal with the situation twice.
Today (February 22, 2015)
Some adventurers may have been seen about the Baldur's Gate Docks District talking to a street urchin and a sailor, hearing some positive feedback on recent efforts to fight plague in the city. Later, they may have been seen heading northeast of the Eastern Farmlands of Baldur's Gate, seemingly heading to one of the Baldurian noble estates located there. They may have been seen returning from there hours later, with one of their group returning about an hour before the rest.
DM Theophanies wrote:A Duchal Decree is circulated and announced throughout the city.
We, the Dukes of Baldur's Gate regretfully inform the public of the failure of the Dock's District quarantine. This sickness has spread and now ravages the Eastern Gate and Palace Districts alike. Care should be taken when in public. We currently have an ongoing investigation into the failure of the quarantine and any relevant information can be brought to Captain Beldurion of the Flaming Fist.
The one beacon of light is that the instances and seriousness of infections within the Docks are diminishing.
The shortage of both food and healing supplies within our great city are not beyond our watch and we have received confirmation that aid is coming from the Lord's Alliance with the first shipment from Elturel arriving in just over a tenday.
Until the bulk of our shipments arrive, we the Dukes of Baldur's Gate, would formally ask for the aid of our local allies and any concerned citizens to provide both healing and sustanence for our people. We understand this is a challenging time and it is in such challenges that we must rely on the bonds between us.
Signed and sealed with wax by the official scribe of the Council of Four
Rumors being to spread through the Gate. The relief caravan from Elturel was hijacked, all the supplies were either taken or destroyed. The entire escort with the caravan was killed, and there is a rumor of only one bandit surviving. No one is sure where he is though as the group that tried to intercept the bandits took the man with them instead of turning him over to proper authorities.
Oddly enough though it can be heard that supplies are making it to those who are in need the most. No one is sure where the supplies are coming from or who is supplying them. All that is known is that one phase is repeated...many say it, but seems only a few know its true meaning. "It is time to replant the virtuous soil"
The same slender looking male wearing a blue tunic who previously went in search of the temple of Ilmater would be seen departing the building and making his way towards the Helm and Cloak a little over a day later.
As the moon started it's slow descent skyward that night a similarly slender male, presumably an elf, could be seen exiting the inn wearing somewhat less fashionable clothing and making his way towards the docks. As the night wore on this same elf, looking more and more disheveled and irate as the night passed, might be seen passing repeatedly from a street close to the pier and back in the opposite direction towards the sewer entrance close to the temple of Umberlee. Every return journey to the manhole cover he would be carrying a bag over his shoulder and slipping a mask up over his face. The only time the hooded male would pause in his travelling would be to sip a greenish liquid from a small bottle.
Any would-be adventurers travelling to the sewers from either the Docks, the two entrances in the East Gate, or the Palace district would immediately notice a sign upon entering that would simply read: "Watch your step. Stay right."
Anyone stopping to scrutinize the immediate entrances would notice a trail of bread crumbs and hints of a dark powder spread over a line of minor fire snares placed expertly along the left wall. To those without keener vision the occasional scorched carcass of dead rat would be a clear indication of the area being trapped. Any refuse piles dotting the muck and filth of the two sewer areas would also me marked by a piece of parchment stuck to a nearby pillar. Careful examination would reveal each pile to be surrounded by no less than four traps each: two of the average sonic variety, and two of the average electrical type, presumably left to stun and/or incapacitate the larger vermin and have them drown. The central area of the East Gate sewers, where large groups of the smaller rodents are known to huddle, would also be covered in snares and the mysterious mixture. Any entry ways that lead to the various cellars of particular buildings in the Gate would also be lined with fire snares, although there would be no sign left to indicate such. The exits leading to the Chointhar river and the farmlands would also be similarly trapped.
Any adventurer who happened to blunder into any of the traps might find themselves, at most, moderately injured, stunned, electrocuted and/or singed. Perhaps even all of the above.
By the time the sun rose the same elf(seemingly having made no less than two dozen forays into the sewer to maintain the traps and to repeatedly disperse the mixture of crumbs and powder), looking absolutely miserable, makes his way to the farmlands looking much cleaner, wearing his original attire, and carrying a bundle over his shoulder. Shortly thereafter a small fire would be seen towards the treeline as the elf set fire to the commoners clothes he had previously worn.
With that, the elf would make his way back towards the temple of Ilmater, muttering in elven the entire way.
((Relevant stats and info: Set traps: 41, items of resistance worn and potions of disease curing used. Testing of the traps resulted in: the minor fire traps killed the smaller rats outright, the combination of average traps successfully killed the larger rats in one to two discharges. Due to the server rules I only placed traps for the purposes of testing them on the rats, leaving none behind. I tested about a dozen. Anyone with a moderate alchemical skill or the use poison feat would be able to determine the black powder as being Dark Reaver powder[fort save DC: 26, primary damage 3d6 CON, secondary damage 2D6 CON]. Physical signs were also placed in-game at the mentioned entrances. If any players or DM's have any questions or concerns feel free to PM me))
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There are no level 30's, only level 20's with benefits...
Gnoll raiders are blocking most of the trade passing by the Reaching woods. Their attacks are ferocious, leaving few alive, and even less bodies left to bury as many get eaten. Many start to shy away from these trading routes, with the result that even fewer supplies reach Baldur's Gate.
