[!] 

In the dead of night, a woodswoman was left unconscious in a bush near the gate - Drained of nearly all her blood. Two figures could be seen walking back into the woods shortly after, the scent of ichor hanging in the air. 

[!]

A rumor spreads of a new physician in the undercity that seems to not be bias

[!]

[!]

Rumors spread that a Naiad has taken up temporary residence in the town square fountain, having agreed to leave if townsfolk do one small favor for them! Unfortunately this small favor has now turned into helping the ARC's efforts at Lunar Tear Ruins, requiring new lanterns to work at night when the Naiad sleeps!

[!]

If, for whatever reason; you have found yourself in need of the Exchequer, he cannot be found within the Spire, Albern's, or even the Undercity. He is nowhere to be found. His favored seat at the Full Cask remains empty, the Exchequer's office devoid of him. Even within the Noctis Estate, he cannot be found. He simply has disappeared.

His disappearance began sometime on the same day in which the Militia and volunteers marched out to rescue an ambushed caravan from raiders in the Amafells.

OOC:
Should you wish to reach Samiylo, feel free to DM me over Discord about what methods you may use to do so! This is not a "I am leaving the server" message (Though, my activity has definitely fallen off, sorry!)

[!]

A rumor starts that Falliran is dishonorable for interrupting a friendly duel.

[!]

Loud cantankerous shouts, loud and violent clatter, and other general cacophony ring out from within the Dumont Estate. Street waifs and courtiers in the Spire's government district peddle rumors about the construction of an armory within one of the manor's many rooms.

Rumor has it that the Hero of the Spire has taken residence in the hallowed gothic halls of the Dumont Estate. 

To what end, and for what purpose, is any scholar's guess. . .

[!]

[!]

Around the docks, where a helping hand would usually work, she is no longer there. She can not be found at the pit, nor at her house either. It's a simple thing, but the world has grown a little quieter.

The mistan girl who once dreamed of becoming a knight is not returning this time around. Farewell, Sioned.

[!] Slumber before a Storm [!]

Following his return to the spire, newly-blinded and as jittery as ever: Caleb Citranitas has been seen, elusively, throughout the spire. In his few waking hours between long periods of sleep he'd speak, briefly; his words spreading through whispers, word of mouth and rumors. After all, he is a very troubled individual, but he's got an odd intuition for misfortune...

"A storm is coming, I can feel it rising in the air. I can taste the damn blood and sweat it's going to spring... I am not paranoid, I am right. NONE of you have met him, NONE of you know what he can do, NONE of you have met Fra--"

He'd fall asleep before speaking the name, then rise again hours later... Hands shaking, doused in sweat.

"There is a demon lurking in the Spire: his weapons are not claws, not teeth, nor scythe or crossbow. It's fear. Not Irrational Fear:

Reasonable Fear

If you do not light yourself a torch now... Then he's going to swallow you right into the darkness with him."

Drenched within the waters of traumas and fears, its not hard to pass this one off: he's exhausted, paranoid, disoriented... Its an easy one to write off as Caleb being Caleb, stirring trouble, rising chaos: that's what he was designed for, right? But maybe, just maybe, there's truth somewhere in there for those close to him to uncover. Maybe it really is the warning of someone desperate to protect. 

"I can see him following me."