Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

A group of adventurers reeking of sewage appeared from a portal in the East Gate of the city, carrying someone who appeared to be unconscious or paralyzed.

They carried the injured to the Ilmateri infirmary and left without the victim of whatever affliction. It seems they were left in the care of the temple.

A rotating vigil of guards appears to be being undertaken - the infirmary having a few extra volunteers taking up periodic guard duty to watch over the temple.

Additionally, a beautiful blue haired Elven woman in a modest cobalt dress and glasses was seen wearing a white nurse's apron, helping the staff in general with mundane tasks and sternly working to ensure quiet and order in the infirmary so patients could have undisturbed rest. When things were not busy she was primarily seen sitting with and tending to the needs of the new arrival.

A loud explosion occurred next to the Docks from a building nearby and a shortly afterward a group of four individuals was seen jumping from the window to the ground below. In addition to the fire there was 25 barrels full of fire explosives floating in the waters. The female in the group was seen for some time directing a water elemental to douse the flames. The lady was then seen heading to the Flaming fist Headquarters with a paper in hand.

Birds began to call the early hours of Lathanders Dawn, a lazy gray horse pulled an aching wagon through shallow mud. Upon the wagon rode the single woman, her large rim hat covering sleep deprived eyes. Appropriate people gathered as she called the horse to stop, pulling back on bridle before slipping from her seat. The woman’s red riding cape kept the start of the morning rain off as she brought individuals of use around the rear of the wagon. Pulling latch, she let down the wagons aged back gate, motioned into shadow where bodies laid.

“17 stolen bodies, 17 women and children. Whom can tell what a Necromancer would do to such pure souls. They have been now brought home and thus returned for their proper burials again. Stolen from our yards, I pray these good souls can once again find peace. I have returned the women and children that Morgan Blackrose once took.”

Scroll case in hand with city livery, the woman known as Jane stepped onward alone towards the arch of Baulders Gate.



((Below is part of the original rp that touched off so much)).

After the fiery assault on Baldur's Gate by the flying fiend some days gone by, a man called Arledge Arnemeiger, said to be favored by the Holy Triad, had been spending a little of his time in the city-state speaking with locals after the attack.

He would hear tell of their experience before encouraging them in a very simple fashion with stern promises of Tyrran Justice. More assuring for some, perhaps, were the wards of Protection from Evil.

By the grace of the Triad, blessings of Protection from Energy were bestowed freely upon men and Energy Immunity: Fire, reserved for the women and children. Something to give the troubled an extra confidence when going about their day or to lend the peace to sleep at night.

Over a certain two or three days Arledge had made it known he could generally be found to provide those blessings from outside of the Temple of Ilmater in the morning and evening - but the way he had remained standing there after dark with his lantern, when honest folk had abandoned the streets, suggested an ulterior motive for having maintained his post.

Occasionally, an entirely different fellow all together might be found come dawn, suggesting a 'change of the guard' arrangement by at least two men.

A blonde man could be seen in the company of a group of workers moving a cart of supplies to the Halls of Inner Light. The cart disappeared inside, and incantations were heard.

Afterwards, the Carts were returned to the House Darius warehouse in the Harbor. Before the door closed, a wagon inside could be seen being loaded with numerous supplies - enough for some larger journey. Included are medical supplies, fit for triage after a battle. Presumably whatever operation is being planned is quite serious.

Later that night, the same blonde man could be seen making way for the Church of Mystra.

The look on his face was one of urgency.

Jackard Marks, of Rocky Creek Trade Company, may be noticed about the city more often than usual this past tenday. Initially there upon business, it seems that something has sparked an interest in remaining for a time. He has spent time within the tower of the Lord's Alliance, as well as the fortress of the Flaming Fist.

Those paying closer attention may have seen him with scraps of parchment lain upon a table at the Elfsong, adjusting positions to see if they fit together.

Arledge Arnemeiger of The Coalition had likewise been spending his evenings at the Elfsong, smoking a fine tobacco pipe as he brooded over two scraps of parchment. The Knight would seem to have more a presence in the city over the next forty-eight hours - but perhaps peculiarly remained armoured during the day, wore lighter day armor to bed, and seemed never without his Angelic Avenger longsword at his side.

Something odd was seen just outside the church of Mystra.

An old knight in a full plate mail was seen working hard on creating a pattern on the ground with chalk, first a triangle, then a large circle going around it. Also around the edges of the circle, people would say were seven odd circles, which had the words "Involved" in them. The old man kept muttering what people thought were prayers under his breath.

After the circle was done he would go to one of the plants that was nearby, taking out some dirt, which he carefully followed first the triangle then the circle with, covering it in a weird dirt pattern.

After he had done this he would simply remove the chalk with water, sit and pray, then repeat the process over and over again during the night. Some even claim at one point he had some of the younger guards of the temple bring out barrels of water which he also put around the circle, and some candles, unlid.

Perhaps the man had reached that time when it was ripe for retirement from duty...?

A large man garbed in a white fur cloak, who some know as Olin Kierstaad of the Coalition, has been frequenting the Traidic Temples of late. Other times he has been seen on the patio outside the Elfsong Tavern with a large Tankard in hand, and a few scattered books about the table placed alongside a brightly shone silver axe. He mostly kept to himself as his gaze would peer up and around the patio, or upward at the sky.

Long nights? rowdy crowds? comings? goings?

The White Mask Theater seems alive with activity ... cleaning? rebuilding? heavy maintenance? Props? backdrops?

could it be a play? is something new coming!!!!?

time will tell as the rumors begin!

An exhausted looking man in dark garb and hood winds up passing out for sleep on a bench outside the Halls of Inner Light.

Laying on his right side, his arm is stretched out and hanging off the makeshift bed. Palm upward and catching the light of the moon.

Refugees from Tyrmount speak of visitations by an angelic figure with the coming of each dawn and dusk to the camp. A flame-haired lass of saintly bearing and beatific patience attends the camp three times each day to speak in rousing terms of new dawns, new blessings, and new futures for residents within the camp. Though at first met with rotten fruit and even more rotten cat-calls, she has persevered, bringing the blessings and doctrines to Lathander to those souls most in need of hope and solace.

Yet some say this saintly servant of the Morninglord has expressed doubts at the efficacy of her preaching and devotion. Time and again she has been seen to look to the discard arms and armour of the crippled former guards of Tyrmount. Oft, it's said, she looks to the north, to the fighting, with a trouble brow and determined set to her slender jaw.

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With a shaved head, unkempt beard and plenty of scars adorning his face, many of the refugees would divert their gaze from a large man dressed in furs who had been frequenting the camps as of late. He would offer a grizzly smile to those that lingered their gaze and food to those who asked while seeking out the woman who sought after the camp every dawn and dusk. He would ask for a letter to be delivered to her during her next arrival in hopes that she may return once more.