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The Camp just outside of town has packed up, and seemingly brought themselves into town. A few saw their wagons and horses tied by the Large Stable just near the exit of the Valley of Flowers. Seems they have taken up a few rooms by the Thorn and Thistle.

More importantly, their origin has been discovered, Castariva - a wealthy trading hub/port of the midlands. Rumor has it, more of their companions are to follow, and the Spire may yet begin .. certain preparations for their arrival.

[Eventline Relevancy: Embers scattered from distant lands]

⋆⋅✧⋅⋆ If a tree falls in the forest... ⋆⋅✧⋅⋆

Spoiler

TW: GORE

Late into the night, only those close to the forest edge near the spire would here the guttural wail of a young woman.

After that, silence. Still, serene, calming silence.

Someone is hurt.

Something is full.

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There is a stir of activity within the depths of the so-called Undercity, whispered by its residents. A small woman reportingly walking along the walls of the great cavern, diving in and out of the waters below many times.

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(Personal Eventline)

Panic broke out during the night in the South West corner of town. The stories differed on how it came about but it all ended the same. Chains around a courier's neck before his head was ripped off by said chains.

The only one with chains around- the only one he was talking to- all fingers pointed at Andromeda Salada. It didn't help that a good number of those citizens came back to watch her drag the headless corpse into the sea...

OOC Note:

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Somewhere, along a road, a wagon appears... Someone has set up shop!

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A bright, almost hysterical laugh, a small figure sprinting out of the guardhouse with a shadowy mark around their throat.

Meridy is out of the cells. 

A white haired figure was seen departing into the woods late within the evening through later a distant sound of something crying out was heard, rather it was an animal or person was hard to tell.. the sound halted too quickly.. 

Later that same white haired figure was seen returning with blood upon their cloak through disappeared before anyone could speak to them or halt them.

However a couple scouts would find that of a dead and butchered deer having been clawed open and half torn.

At dawn, two frantic mercenaries came barreling through the gates of the spire. Terror gripping every part of their being. The woman, who seemed to be the most scared. 

“We saw it! A glowy-red eyed fey demon!” Her words gripped by terror. 

The man who tried to hold her up, equally as upset, “We could hear him! Hear him screamin’ it killed him! I know it did!” 

Rumors say a party went out during the day to look. Yet nothing was found. However, a trade caravan arrived to Alberns, complaining their escort never met them on the road as promised.

Within the dim night a figure with red glowing eyes was seen making their way towards the forest near the valley once more.. 

However where people last heard animal cries this time there came nothing.. not for a while.. however as the night dragged out reports of a blood trail was shared. Sadly it going cold before whatever or whoever it was, was found. Through a bloodied arrow would lay upon the trail..

A purple cloaked figure covered in blood was seen walking through the streets yesterday evening..