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It did cross my humble mind that such a vessel, upon its return journey, might take a longer, unfamiliar route to avoid her wrath and might thus become vulnerable to other kinds of interference... | It did cross my humble mind that such a vessel, upon its return journey, might take a longer, unfamiliar route to avoid her wrath and might thus become vulnerable to other kinds of interference... | ||
== Missing note: An Unexpected Talent == | == Missing note: An Unexpected Talent == |
Revision as of 16:44, 8 March 2024
Missing note: Moonshae Strait Shipping Report
Founded in the small gilded chest on the first floor of Water Queen's House
I witnessed as the Queen lashed the prow of a vessel called the Kinship with whips of waves and foam until she'd taken her prize: Two sailors, dragged to her salted bosom. Upon which she did retreat and left the Kinship to reach its destination in peace - so great was her mercy.
It did cross my humble mind that such a vessel, upon its return journey, might take a longer, unfamiliar route to avoid her wrath and might thus become vulnerable to other kinds of interference...
Missing note: An Unexpected Talent
Found on the corpse of Olfaith Olumssdottir. it reads:
Field alert to the Murder Tribunal - this agent must report the activities of a new aspirant for Unholy Assassin, a candidate who, though unexpected, may prove to be an outstanding exemplar of Bhaalist murder. However, this aspirant, an adventurer newly arrived in the city, is an outsider to our ranks and may require some guidance. It's not clear, for example, that the candidate knows to bring their murder evidence to the Tombstone Shop for trial and confirmation by the Tribunal.
- Shallar Overseer 81.82.46.46 20:55, 5 March 2024 (CET)
Missing note: A Plan for Chaos
Found in the wardrobe in orin's bedroom, it reads:
How weakly the city slumbers above, safe behind its walls. It forgets what lurks below. It must be reminded.
If the tyrant wishes them to suckle his accursed teat, I can make them crave it. My sweet assassins set to stalk their hearths and stifle their throats. My changelings will turn the very face of hope against them. Master choking apprentice, father hacking down son.
This city will butcher itself soon enough. And the lordling will be powerless to stop it. 81.82.46.46 17:06, 7 March 2024 (CET)