OOC :
Ok folks this is how this Quest will go down. I will be posting for certain every Saturday (excluding a few days from now). I may occasionally hop in for small snippits in the middle of the week but only if I notice something that needs quick replies. Otherwise, you will all have all that time to post. Be warned, do not leave your PC in a dangerous situation if you do not intend to post every week.
This first round is relatively safe; things will start to get interesting in my next post. Please signify where you character is in Sunberth and if they’re with any other PCs. Please keep all appendages inside the thread for the duration of the ride and thank you for choosing Ink’d Storytelling Co.! Side note: Thus far the Temple is still unsealed and all damages are yet undone. And lo! on the wing of the heavy gales, Through the boundless arch of heaven he sails; Silent and slow, and terribly strong, The mighty shadow is borne along, Like the dark eternity to come; While the world below, dismayed and dumb, Through the calm of the thick hot atmosphere Looks up at its gloomy folds with fear. William Cullen Bryant (1854) The First of Spring, 512. 5 chimes before the 15th bell The Surface The rats lived and died in the catacombs, tunnels, and old mining shafts riddling the city’s underground. As the skittering critters fled to safety with whatever forewarning their instincts provided, those humans crawling upon the slimy underbelly of society quickly took notice and followed. The three syndicates were generally considered above rat-watching, but the first members to notice the rodent migration were the Night’s Eyes. Certainly the most acquainted with their own secretive tunnel system, the Night’s Eyes spread the word to their brothers and took shelter. They were also diligent to put up guards around their most valuable underground assets. It was the bunkering down of a usual mob of beggars that caught Jaren ‘Joan’ Joandar ‘s eye. As the main Dragoon in charge of the gates during daylight hours, he had the power to lock down the quarter. Beggars on their own shouldn’t have been enough to cause the arrogant guard to call a halt, but what disappearing paupers implied could be significant. Holding up a hand to signal his underlings to stop their usual harassment of travelers and wait for further orders. The avenue grew quiet, eerily so. Before the crowd could balk the gauntleted hand slammed down against his shield, sending a ringing message out among the guards. A voice, clear and trained to be authorative shouted the command, “Seal the gates! Archers to the walls!” Joan’s command was repeated throughout the city until every Dragoon had both heard it and yelled it themselves. To him, the clearing of beggars made him suspect an imminent Night’s eyes offensive. He could never have guessed the truth… Those to the south received this edge, while those on the northern end of the city continued about their business as usual. One exception being the kennels where the animals were jerking against their kennels and stables, as though a thunder storm was approaching. For any outside the kennels, the only true warning they received was a darkening horizon that might just have been any Spring storm. |