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

A crimson robed woman is seen walking about the Istari Tower inside and out. Word that it has been sold or offered to Thay clearly substantiated as she directs a pair of golems to perform remodeling, refurbishing, and renovating of the tower and the land immediately about.

A well armored and muscular man is often seen in her presence with a watchful eye, offering suggestions and supervision.

A near by sign reads: Future home of the Baldur's Gate Thayan Enclave.
In smaller print: This land and all upon it are under the sovereignty and authority of Thay and therefor all visitors are subject to the laws and customs thereof. Have a nice day.

After just walking out of the Elfsong, Alec strolls down the street, and around the corner to see this bustling activity. He regards the woman as he passes by, reading the sign with interest.

*Rhys can be seen passing the tower several times taking notes.*

An elf notices the construction and the sign and decides to correct it.

This land and all upon it are under the sovereignty and authority of Thay and therefor all visitors are subject to the laws and customs thereof. Have a nice day. life in slavery.

Steal Your Face wrote:An elf notices the construction and the sign and decides to correct it.

This land and all upon it are under the sovereignty and authority of Thay and therefor all visitors are subject to the laws and customs thereof. Have a nice day. life in slavery.

Attreus' watchful eye catches the culprit in the act, but decides not to do anything about. He merely takes note of the man.

Steal Your Face wrote:An elf notices the construction and the sign and decides to correct it.

This land and all upon it are under the sovereignty and authority of Thay and therefor all visitors are subject to the laws and customs thereof. Have a nice day. life in slavery.

Dimitri's keen gaze spotted the vandalism as he was approaching the door to the Enclave to head inside for tea. Rolling his eyes and muttering something to himself about peasants, followed by a quick cantrip, and the sign was repaired back to its original state. He considered for a moment the possibility of warding it so that it would explode in the face of the next person who tried to deface it, but ultimately decided against it.

A crimson robed individual sits aloft the towers balcony, watching the hustle and bustle of the city streets below; the people capering about their daily business and lives, marching in discordant rhythms, Baldur citizens on parade.

Note is taken of those persons holding an overly keen interest beyond simple curiosity.

*Rhys locks eyes with the man on the balcony, not trying to hide his presence. After a few breaths he moves on.*

Whiffs of multi-hued essence waft from the upper most chimneys of the tower. For those with dedicated eyes, sparks at times can be seen cascading away from the window and a soft, pulsing glow illuminating the dark.

The very air seems lightly charged with the energies of magic.

A particularly short Thayan with short, cropped dark hair makes a visible sigh of relief upon seeing the renovations.

The next day, she returns, wearing crimson robes of similar design to that of the other mages lingering about the tower. Some of them she nods in passing, easily recognizing them. Some of them are new faces. All of them are welcome.

She comes across the vandalism and simply lets out a small, disappointed sigh.

Many crimson robed individuals with warrior accompaniment return to their enclave Tower from events transpiring in the fields of the dead.

Other adventures who also lent their aid tend to regard the thayan troupe in new light, discussing freely with them what transpired; notably how the group was able to free themselves and the others from a demi-plane

Rumor suggest a reporter from the Gazette interviewed them soon after.

At the witching hour of the night, a black cat darts across the muddied grass near the renovating enclave.

Narry a light comes from the tower save the forbidding glow from the upper most tower.

The cat soon leaves the grounds, it's fur fluffed as though in fright, darting off into the darkness.

A curious sight will great those who pass the Thayan Enclave on this Hallowed Eve. Atop the upper most tower stand astride four golems, one hand for each raised and held high, the other clasped to the metal road protruding from the top.

An old man shaking out a rug can be heard to say, "bones are acting up again, storm's commin"