DM Hera wrote: ↑Wed Feb 15, 2017 6:14 pm Deep with in Baldurs Gate Harbor District, a series of twisting streets and dark allies stretch forth. A particular street whispered and gossiped of leads to a tall green house, with shutters hanging from hing and lights long gone. Locals speak of this mansion once belonging to a Merchant who made his coin selling snake oil hope. He offered victims during the year of plague that once struck this great city bottles for a price, and then charged higher as he ran through his stocks, even though he knew the cure did not work.
This green bottle was nothing more then salt water with a few beans and a bit of other sparklies to sell it to hopeless, desperate and needy folk. His victims became the nameless, faceless dead, the witnesses were few and he skirted himself around mortal laws. Though no man goes beyond the reach of the gods story goes as one day a man in armor came.
This large man in armor metered out the gods justice, removed the rich Merchants door from its hinges and brought judgement upon the Snake Oil salesman. The merchants victims shall suffer no wrong so rumor goes.
Now up that lonely long street the Merchants door sits against the wall of his now empty mansion. Prayer like candles flicker before it, dimly lighting the street and notes tacked to its faded green wood. The notes are plea's for justice, wrongs perceived and needs for vengeance.
DM Hera wrote: ↑Wed Jul 19, 2017 9:39 pm Deep with in Baldurs Gate towards the Harbor District the city streets grow narrow and the bright summer sun is dimmed by tall buildings casting shadow below. Along these corridors and ways, the little folk pass their daily business and lives with a few whom might whisper if asked correctly of a narrow road to an old mansion. This dark road leads to a small makeshift shrine. The shrine is an old green door to the former mansion of a corrupt merchant, where numerous candles in different stages of burn rest all around. People in the know come here looking for justice and place a name upon parchment before tacking it to the door.
A pale woman whose visage was mostly hidden by a worn mask depicting three thunderbolts, clad in dark armor with red sash tied about it,a towershield and spear noticeably strapped to her back, a warhammer at her right hip and a blade was at her left could be seen moveding through the winding streets of the Harbor District her silver eyes shifted over the folk she passed by as she made her way to an old decrepit mansion. The woman paused before the building her head tilted up to look upon it in the dark under the light of the moon, she then stepped over towards the green door brushing away dust and ivy crawling over it revealing old pieces of parchment with varying names.
The woman's fingertips moved over the silent pleas of old her gaze taking into account the number, a thick book was retrieved from her pouch and there upon opened to a new page to which she began to scrawl in the names of those written upon the door, soon after the book was closed with a loud snap and returned to it's pouch. From within another pouch the woman pulled free a red sash and a coin bearing two faces, the sash was tied about the door handle and the coin placed at the base of the door amidst the candles that burned at varying stages.
With that the woman stepped back and turned making her way out of the shadow cast by the old mansion and into the alleyways.
