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Screen Shots & Obituaries / Iseabail Cawdor, alias Ailis
« on: September 25, 2020, 01:59:06 AM »

That is it for Iseabail. I may revisit this thread in the future to post screenshots, when I figure out which ones are non-spoilery. Big thanks to the players and DMs who interacted with me, you know who you are.

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Correspondence / [Identical letters to Etzio and to Archivist Winneseph.]
« on: September 15, 2020, 09:57:15 PM »
Mr. Jackdaw,

Since you have requested an account of what transpired recently, here is the truth, divorced from the distortions of those with political stakes, sputtering red-faced with pretended outrage, or with only limited glimpses of what occurred who have lately chimed in.

Detective Cole Wakefield was a good man. He never harmed anyone. He helped as many as he could. He, more than most and earlier than most, realized the momentous threat the Nothing poses to this City, and the time he did not spend helping others, he spent in researching this force of darkness. I was one of those assisting his research, and I knew, as he himself said on many occasions, that it was a matter of time before the Nothing would try to silence him, because he had learned too much.

Much to mine and many others' sorrow, that day recently came, when a man unknown, unaccomplished and undistinguished in this City, without any personal history or knowledge of Mr. Wakefield -- a man whose only calling in life was to willingly serve the very Nothing that threatens to doom us all -- this blackguard ambushed Wakefield, snatched him off the street, and took him deep into the Drips of the City. There, he sacrificed Mr. Wakefield to the Nothing itself. Far away from his friends and loved ones, without the opportunity to say farewell, without the opportunity for mercy, without even the dignity of having his life ended by a man he actually knew. This was a heinous crime. And while many seemed to shrug their shoulders at this crime, I could not.

When I saw the Champion smugly standing in the King's Commons, far away from the shield of the laws behind which he was accustomed to hiding, I decided to take him down and make him explain where he had taken Wakefield and what he had done to him. (This he later did answer, under interrogation.) I could not have done it without the leal bravery of Isabela Galdera, servant of my patroness, Lady Valentina Velstra. The men of Glitt were also helpful, recognizing the evil that was embodied in the Champion.

We took him -- Galdera and I, and the two men of Glitt, Lochlan and Dorian -- to Webber's Wonders to interrogate him. The madman freely confessed to taking Wakefield's life, and he boasted -- as he had done publicly, less than an hour before -- of the "thousand thousand" souls he was going to take in the same manner as he had taken Wakefield. In the words of Raventree, who was present, the madman was unredeemable. He was dangerous, and every breath he drew was an offense to justice. I decided to end his life there and then, even though I knew, as the Archive had indeed warned, that it would anger the Nothing. I correctly surmised that this anger, and the danger that attended it, would chiefly fall upon myself and Galdera. I committed this act of justice because I believe that justice cannot allow itself to stay its hand in the face of the threat of evil. Threats of evil must be met with courage, not cowardice or collaboration. I believe the City would benefit from seeing that justice can and should be done, even in the face of terrible darkness.

Shortly afterwards, the Nothing, outraged at this justice, snatched myself and Galdera away to a place many hundreds of Rings from here. There, it demanded that a new Champion be selected -- if it didn't get what it wanted, it would destroy the City and every living thing within it. Galdera, then, realizing that her destiny as a knight was to save the City, and recognizing that this was the opportunity to do so, took it upon herself to serve as the new Champion. She drank, freely and with courage in her heart, from the Chalice of Darkness, sealing the pact that would save us.

After that, the Nothing dismissed us as one dismisses a summoned creature, and we found ourselves back in Ring 99. The Glittsman Dorian, seemingly now fearful of the fabricated outrage being stirred up by the Weavers' enemies, roughly threw me at the feet of the Royal Archive to answer for my actions. The Royal Archivist himself, however, said that no action was to be taken against me, and that the matter was closed. To the contrary, the entire debacle had merely strengthened the King's authority, by proving that Trystan Moonspear is desperate to follow the rules of the Tournament -- implicitly submitting to the King's authority, and illustrating all the more the importance of that ancient institution. In this sense, far from any crime, by revealing this I had done the Kingdom a service.

I afterwards learned that brutal madmen had burned children alive in Ticker Square, seizing upon the opportunity to rile the mobs, bribe the gormless Blackjacks, and destroy a faction that they were eager to see gone from the Ring. How anyone with a straight face can overlook this barbaric massacre, but reproach me for bringing justice to a Nothing-worshiping murderer, is rather fascinating.

Let the history of this matter be written truly and known to all, instead of allowing printed lies, misprisions and opportunistic slanders carry the day.


Sincerely,
                   Ailis Weaver

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Correspondence / [Another apparition before Lykaon Konphas VII.]
« on: September 10, 2020, 04:29:22 PM »
[Once more, flickering pinpoints of light ignite in the air in front of the Royal Court Wizard. At first a bewildering blizzard of photons, swirling and threading, they slowly assume the gestalt of a ghostly woman, made entirely out of razor-thin lines and curves of trembling light. The gestalt opens its mouth, issuing distorted whispers, simultaneously transcribed as flickering arcane runes that scroll through air next to her luminal visage.]

Master.

The serviles of the House of Sunpurse, outraged by a magical visitation to their Mansion, soon intend to have me whipped and watered. The chastisements of the uninitiated are of little concern to me, but as my Master you deserve to know ahead of time, lest your dignity be molested by surprise. I will visit you again once I recover from the wounds of the flesh.


[The runes and the whispers come to an end; the flickering image persists, before suddenly the particles are showered away by a passing gust of wind.]

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Correspondence / [To Ylva Reisbreg.]
« on: September 05, 2020, 11:20:18 AM »
Dear retainer Reisbreg,

Concerning the matter we last discussed: Are you still interested? Indefinite delay is not possible.


Best regards,

                    Ailis Weaver
Representative of Lady Valentina Velstra
          Worshipful Guild of Weavers

     

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Correspondence / [A letter to Wakefield.]
« on: September 03, 2020, 10:39:37 PM »
Wakefield,

I can't stop seeing it.

Seeing her.

Every time I sleep I have the same dream. We are walking down those steps. Slowly, slowly. The faces turning to look at us. Staring at us as if they know as if they know everything. As if they pity us. Mock us? Masks actors in some twisted play. Some sick joke.

I keep seeing us pulling aside the curtain and walking into her room. Everything is slow. The smell of her blood is like a mist.

The chair the girl's chair. She's sitting there. But it's empty.

Wakefield I keep seeing us walking into the other room. I want to scream at us, tell us to stop, tell us to leave. But I can't. I have no voice.

I keep seeing that thing. That thing in the wall.

I keep seeing the fool. Sitting in his room. Staring at his bed. Drooling. We should have left him.

And I keep seeing Him. I want to turn my head away but I can't. I want to scream but I can't. I want to stop him but I can't.

I can't do anything. I'm stuck in there. I can't get out.

What do I do? Drink helps for a while. Then it comes back.



Burn this letter.


⁠ A. W.

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Correspondence / [To the Cheese Forge.] (DM)
« on: August 30, 2020, 06:44:35 PM »
Honoured Cheesemongers,

I write to you on behalf of the Worshipful Guild of Weavers to request a meeting with Mr. Uld, or, in case his important duties preclude such conference, one of his representatives.

In this promising new age, this piping time of peace, progress and enterprise, it is proper that our two prominent organizations should forge new ties of understanding and collaboration.

As a Worshipful Guild and a signatory party to the Clocktower Accords, the Weavers have a ready access to Parliament and we would be happy to discuss how we might use that access in service not just to the Square's greater interests, but also in yours, particularly.

I look forward to discussing this and sundry other "wheyty" matters with you.

Best regards,

Ailis Weaver
Guild of Weavers



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Correspondence / [A letter to House Glitt.]
« on: August 26, 2020, 11:19:18 PM »
Good retainers of Glitt,

Prosperity and health to you and your Lord.

I would like to meet with a representative of your House at the soonest opportunity, to discuss a matter of significance.


Best regards,

                   Ailis Weaver
          Worshipful Guild of Weavers

     

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Correspondence / [A letter to Cole Wakefield.]
« on: August 23, 2020, 01:25:17 PM »
Dear Mr. Wakefield,

I have two tasks, one delicate and one mundane, that require your particular skills.

Let us meet so I can outline the work, and you can tell me what payment you would find suitable.

Best regards,

Ailis Weaver
Guild of Weavers



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Correspondence / [A letter to Ordyn Ravenshylde.]
« on: August 23, 2020, 01:20:19 PM »
Dear Mr. Ravenshylde,

The Weavers' Guild is sad to see you leave, but we wish you the best of luck as you strike out, once more, on your own, with the Delvers.

I write to you concerning a possibility you once outlined of facilitating the import of golem components that might, by the artificers of our Guild, be salvaged and repaired.

I wish on behalf of the Guild reaffirm our interest in this enterprise, as I believe it has merit. I would like to meet with you to discuss this and other matters. I understand you also have concerns you wish to bring before Parliament; I would be glad to hear them. Let us have a glass of whisky and talk shop.

Best regards,

Ailis Weaver
Guild of Weavers



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Notices and Bulletins / Worshipful Guild of Weavers: Bulletin
« on: August 19, 2020, 09:06:13 PM »
[Posted on large manuscripts upon the great block of stone outside of Webber's Wonders in Ticker Square, a bulletin of the Guild is broadcast to the public and frequently updated with new legislative proposals, agendae, and statements.]



Bulletin of the Worshipful Guild of Weavers






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Advertising Litter / The Weavers' Guild: Progress, Fairness, Enterprise
« on: August 19, 2020, 12:37:41 AM »
[Plastered across Ring 99 and often seeming to compete with those of the Quills, posters of the Needles appear.]


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Right now the spellcraft DC (to identify being scryed) is, in my view, very low. I suggest this DC be changed into being an opposed spellcraft check (the DC is the scryer's spellcraft).

If that isn't done, I suggest at least raising the spellcraft DC substantively.

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Correspondence / [An apparition before Lykaon Konphas VII]
« on: August 09, 2020, 04:21:10 PM »
[The air shimmers before Lykaon Konphas VII. It seems to glisten and bend. Soon myriad needle-points of light appear, swirling quickly as though specks of dust in a gale; the lights flow together and seem to become shining threads, wrapping themselves around some form, at first shapeless, then distinct. Finally, a flickering light-image of a woman stands there. From her shining mouth, distorted whispers emerge while arcane runes, intelligible only to wizards, flicker through the air. The whispers and runes convey the same message ...]

Master.

Niven Scurlock-Vindascas has relented; she deviates from her course of confrontation with you, and wishes you to know this. Her challenge desists; but she says that if you speak against her in public, she will attempt to have the Council of Peers remove you from your institutional role in the Peerage Ward. Dwells she now in Castle Orza, clad in mourning, freshly-widowed, newly-titled, and bides her time.


[The image persists ... and then it is gone, its particles of light scattering with the wind.]

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Bug Reports / Spellnotes not working on activation
« on: August 08, 2020, 04:05:59 PM »
I can save/create spellnotes, but when I use them (activate their unique power) they don't seem to do anything.

 I've been testing a little bit to troubleshoot but I can't find any circumstances where they work as intended.

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Correspondence / To Cordelia Nirsk
« on: July 11, 2020, 02:20:19 PM »
Madam,

I write concerning your notice about your pilgrimage to the Tower Solar.

I have been to the Tower only once. The reason it is so difficult to locate is that seemingly, its only functioning entrance is buried beneath street level: namely, in the Drips of 99.

I believe that if you search diligently down there, you may find what you are looking for.

Good luck!

Sincerely,

Ailis Cawdor
Hedge Wizard


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