Post by Myzaraphiston Synderfell on May 1, 2013 17:17:03 GMT -5
It is another simple summer day in Korvosa. It is a day like any other, with people milling about the city taking care of their day to day business. No matter where you go in the city, though, there is the presence of some sort of law. The Korvosan Guard patrols the streets, ready to apprehend those who would attempt to disturb the peace. The Sable Company is in the air, borne aloft by their hippogrif mounts. And, in the places where even the Korvosan Guard fears to tread, there are the Hellknights, laying down the heavy hand of the law on those who would dare to break it.
However, not all criminals get punished, even in Korvosa. Some are able to slip under the radar of all of these lawmen and women, and can become a blight in the lives of many people. Our story begins because of one such man, and the individuals he has harmed.
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Malak, the half-elf sorcerer, would begin his day with a simple sort of gruel, along with some less than satisfactory bread. However, when cutting into the bread, he would be confronted with something unexpected inside it: A Harrow card. Specifically, the Tyrant. Harrow was popular among the Varisian sorcerers that he occasionally had the opportunity to practice his magic with, used often as a way to focus their minds some and attempt to see the future. He would recognize it as the Tyrant, a card that typically suggested a paternal influence inflicting pain. However, under the right circumstances, it could also mean that a dark influence was going to be overthrown.
Banon Strect, on the other hand, had already eaten and was just putting on his boots when he found his own Harrow card. It had somehow gotten stuck on the bottom of his right boot, possibly during one of his treks around the city to locate the man who had framed him for murder. His card was The Vision, a symbol of arcane knowledge. The Duskblade would recognize the meaning of this card thanks to his training at the Academae, thanks to the school's insistence on trying to debunk the fortune-telling ways of Varisian sorcerers.
Opirus Harkness would find his card resting on top of him as he woke up in his tent that the ambassadors from the Shaonti Clan of the Skull had established on the outskirts of Korvosa. The Shaonti and the Varisians on the outskirts could have difficulties in getting along with each other at times, particularly when Scarnzi thugs were involved, but the two minority groups were peaceful enough with each other, and interacted with each other quite a bit. Thus, the Dragon Shaman would be able to recognize the card he received as The Trumpet, a card that could symbolize either a declaration of power or simply power for powers sake.
Lastly, there was the card that Lenwe Palantir had brought to him in the small forest clearing that the elves of Korvosa had planted within the city itself by a scraggly looking dog. The animal had seemed to wait with the few other creatures that seemed to instinctively understand that the druid would help them with small little injuries, and had been holding the card in its mouth, simply dropping it at his feet when the elf had approached him. The card was the Queen Mother, a card that represented knowledge through fealty and submission to others.
Upon the back of each card was a simple message, written in a flowing script: I know what Gaedren has done to you. He has wronged me as well. I know where he dwells, yet cannot strike at him. Come to my home at 3 Lancet Street at sunset. Others like you will be there. Gaedren must face his fate, and justice must be done.
Now... What do you do?
However, not all criminals get punished, even in Korvosa. Some are able to slip under the radar of all of these lawmen and women, and can become a blight in the lives of many people. Our story begins because of one such man, and the individuals he has harmed.
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Malak, the half-elf sorcerer, would begin his day with a simple sort of gruel, along with some less than satisfactory bread. However, when cutting into the bread, he would be confronted with something unexpected inside it: A Harrow card. Specifically, the Tyrant. Harrow was popular among the Varisian sorcerers that he occasionally had the opportunity to practice his magic with, used often as a way to focus their minds some and attempt to see the future. He would recognize it as the Tyrant, a card that typically suggested a paternal influence inflicting pain. However, under the right circumstances, it could also mean that a dark influence was going to be overthrown.
Banon Strect, on the other hand, had already eaten and was just putting on his boots when he found his own Harrow card. It had somehow gotten stuck on the bottom of his right boot, possibly during one of his treks around the city to locate the man who had framed him for murder. His card was The Vision, a symbol of arcane knowledge. The Duskblade would recognize the meaning of this card thanks to his training at the Academae, thanks to the school's insistence on trying to debunk the fortune-telling ways of Varisian sorcerers.
Opirus Harkness would find his card resting on top of him as he woke up in his tent that the ambassadors from the Shaonti Clan of the Skull had established on the outskirts of Korvosa. The Shaonti and the Varisians on the outskirts could have difficulties in getting along with each other at times, particularly when Scarnzi thugs were involved, but the two minority groups were peaceful enough with each other, and interacted with each other quite a bit. Thus, the Dragon Shaman would be able to recognize the card he received as The Trumpet, a card that could symbolize either a declaration of power or simply power for powers sake.
Lastly, there was the card that Lenwe Palantir had brought to him in the small forest clearing that the elves of Korvosa had planted within the city itself by a scraggly looking dog. The animal had seemed to wait with the few other creatures that seemed to instinctively understand that the druid would help them with small little injuries, and had been holding the card in its mouth, simply dropping it at his feet when the elf had approached him. The card was the Queen Mother, a card that represented knowledge through fealty and submission to others.
Upon the back of each card was a simple message, written in a flowing script: I know what Gaedren has done to you. He has wronged me as well. I know where he dwells, yet cannot strike at him. Come to my home at 3 Lancet Street at sunset. Others like you will be there. Gaedren must face his fate, and justice must be done.
Now... What do you do?