“Truth doesn’t always come in ink and seal. Sometimes it limps in, bloodied and breathless, whispering from broken mouths and slit purses.” The Spire stands tall with clean banners and sharper blades. The Militia rides out in polished ranks, a sword drawn against the chaos beyond the gates: raiders, beasts, and monsters that never quite end. Within the walls, the City Guard marches slow and sure - a shield between the citizens and the muck below. But a town’s peace is only as clean as the boots trampling its gutters. Beneath the light of the torches and the cold gaze of statues, the underbelly breathes. Deals are struck with whispers and knives. Names are bought, sold, or silenced outright. Coin doesn’t always change hands - sometimes it’s blood. And if you listen carefully, between the tavern spit and the gutter songs … You’ll hear of wagons that burned without bodies, of old amulets stolen from hands too proud to beg, of silver-eyed killers asking questions that make even the bold choke on their drink. So lean in. Keep your purse close and your blade closer.

[OOC]

This is to serve as a staging ground or master thread for a series of one-off as well as interconnected events. Think of it as an unofficial ‘mini-campaign’ to provide events primarily towards the less scrupulous individuals of the Spire but also for the more honorable characters to try and curb its influence. It’s my hope that both players and DMs will take interest and help me grow an ‘underworld’ to the Spire, but that is for further down the line.

How to use the thread:

Whispers
Whispers are information. Whispers must be posted as separate comments.
Rumours, dialogue, posters that are circulating through the town that might be of a particular interest. These are either jobs, bounties, party recruitment, or information about the setting that can be followed up on.

If you see any you’re interested in, reach out to the DM.
DMs are also free to post whispers for their own event.

The Hit List

The list is a voluntary player sign-up. Players who are willing to be subject to personal robbery, kidnappings, extortion, may message me on discord: bmzuzu with your IGN - Character Name and written consent as well as any ‘limits’ you would like to place. 

For example:
BmZuzu - Sun.
I consent to being added to the hit list.
Limits: I’m fine with you robbing up to 20 crowns.

Note: An event will NOT be sprung on you at any time, you’ll be contacted beforehand to ensure a fun experience for all involved and no inconveniences had. Additionally, signing up for the hitlist does not guarantee an encounter, as I don't wish to be spamming encounters and have people get tired of them quickly.

A Final Note - [ONE AND ONLY ‘Rule’] :
If you’re using this thread, I’m pleading , no whisper should be linked into the discord whether it be in #event-announcements or #notice-board. Of course that means no pinging anyone to come look at a whisper or event related to it also.

[!] 1

That doc killed another boy. Poor lad though eh? Couldn’t even scream by the end
He would’ve been butchered worse if he went t’ the hospital and someone came roun’ askin’ questions.
Aye, ah’ll miss him. Won 30 coin off him easy last week. 

Though, you think he was telling the truth? Bout some gang or anotha claimin’ the crossin?
Doubt it, but fools they’ll be if we catch 'em there.

. . . . 

[!]

A light shower, before the brunt of the storm hits. Strangers loitering near alley mouths now have their steps take them towards warmth - ducking beneath awnings, slinking through inn doors, slipping into taverns thick with smells of alcohol and piss alike.

[The following whispers remain active during the duration of 'the storm', see #weather-alerts]

[DM: BmZuzu, discord: bmzuzu]

[!] 1
'Some folks’ve been hearing knocking after nightfall. Three taps, just three. When you answer, there’s either coin in their palm … or a knife Damned fool, told him don’t open the door after midnight. Not for knocking. Not even if they know his name.'

[!] 2
'They say that coin ’s flowin’ more than Ale some nights at the Cask. 
Aye, but so ’s blood.'

[!] 3
'There’s no pouch heavy enough for me to ride into that storm. He must think I’m a damned fool. And that mutt of his, fucking daring lad. Should’ve cut his hand off.'

[!] 4
'If you have the coin, and you want something done - Hear you can find someone to do it for you at the Cask. Just be careful aye .. so you're not played for a fool.'

[!]

A few nights past, there was small group of patrons drinking silently towards the rear of the Cask. Each of the men stank of ale and piss. A heavy atmosphere hung over them all.
Damn silver-tongued snake. One of the men finally spoke up and it seemed to rile up the rest. They wouldn’t stop cursing and lamenting their fate. Sailors, the lot of them they were. Storm traveled right behind and into them it seemed. Another wreck. They’re Lucky to be alive.

Lucky we weren’t branded as pirates and hung. Seems someone mocked them with those words. 

Should’ve kept what we fished up ourselves. Seems they saved some of the ships cargo but, they returned it? Anyways, after that they started arguing amongst themselves and started a row. Didn’t stick my nose in further. 'fraid they might’ve broken it.
. . .

[Dm:BmZuzu, bmzuzu on discord]

[!]

'a new bounty's going up'
'well if you've heard that why hasn't it gone up already?'
'fellow wants to be discreet apparently, interested? Find him by the Catnap inn - well dressed fellow. you'll know 'im when you see 'im'

[Dm:BmZuzu, bmzuzu on discord]