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

A man clad in Red, with Dark skin, stands atop a crate, in the poorer district of Baldur's in front of the Ilmater temple. Crowds of people moving in mass amidst the chaos of the bridge being destroyed, in hopes the many will listen, he begins to speak over the worried crowds- The rain downpouring, soaking his clothes to his chest, though his voice comes in Thunders.

"Calm yourselves my Brothers and Sisters!" He says raising his arms in ease

"Amn comes to Baldur's, far quicker than any of us could have expected- We must begin preperations for to better the chances of all lives." Speaking in sadness before changing his tone to one of firmness.

"The City of Baldur's has been cut off from the Bridge, and the only way to correct this posistion where we cannot defend ourselves, is to move far from Our fair city, and begin building outside of here." He says almost with a demand.

"I am here to ask the Cooperation of all the folk of Baldur's as well as call on Mercenaries and those of who can be-fit with blade, to help defend these people in a mass move to build home else where."

"If we do not take course of action-- Amn will cut off our supplies of food in blockade, leading to starvation. And even then the war could go on for much time on limited supplies, and the taxes will only increase, so were food to get in, one would not be able to eat! We must keep this organized and begin preperations immediatly by boat ride before more of Amn is able to come to our lands, and it would be come an effort of impossibilities." Speaks in harsh tones,

"To all whom can wield blade in defence of these people, or lead an organization that seek to protect these people, we call to your aid, in hopes that we can start anew, outside the taxes and wars. We will call upon those of arms to take exhibition to make a temporary home, where we can aid, feed, and take care of those in need! Please all whom can attend in this unified effort to save the people of Baldur's come forward and let us shake hands in amends to solidify this goal, into a haste and efficient reality!"

((Daedrin Joriin))

After her rant in the Temple District near the Temple of Tymora http://www.bgtscc.net/viewtopic.php?p=265070#p265070, a brightly-colored jester in a gold and red mask listens with growing alarm to the man. . . finally she laughs

Yes, lets retreat from the city! Sure, Amn hasn't declared war, nor have they fielded an army capable of laying seige to the city. But all Amn would have to do is field a huge army, march them a hundred leages, and then. . . thanks to the sabateurs. . . swim the Chionthar River, in order to lay seige to the Gate.

Panic everyone! Come now, lets abandon the walls of a city and march our entire undefended populace into the wilderness!

She has a loud, hearty chuckle before moving on. The laughter, although directed at the speaker, is curiously not cruel, but is tempered by the good-nature of genuine amusment

*Reads reports from his travels in the east, at first troubled by the attacks, and chuckling to himself*

Yes, I hear the troll hills are nice this time of year... *puffs on his pipe* or maybe they should move their farms to the dead fields... there's fertile ground. *chuckles with the messenger, while puffing his pipe, until he erupts in a coughing fit.*

*as the messenger leaves Zullo thinks to himself: I fear this is no laughing matter... I hope I can conclude my business in Corymr soon and return to the coast... and not find open conflict *he strokes his long beard* all this nonsense...bah! *the old scholar shakes his head and returns to his books and scrolls*