* KABOOM! *
Inhabitants of the Spiretown will recall a violent explosion ringing out from the north plain of town during the early night.
Those nearby will tell of blinding blue flames spewing high into the otherwise dark night sky.
DM 2kelp to investigate!
An Early Morning Scuffle...
In the wee hours of the morning, just on the inner passageway into the Spire a fight broke out between 'The Main Man' of the spire and three colourful Carnies who seemed to want revenge for something... The fight was down to the wire, but the numbers game won in the end.
A man was seen being dragged away to a second location, though nobody could pin down precisely where he went.
The Midnight Circus claims another Captee.
Someone is Nervous..
A certain short fey-touched woman has been going around both the Spire proper and the Undercity asking if anyone had seen someone named "Rio". She describes a scarred woman often seen in a RED blindfold with scales growing on various parts of her body. While not openly distraught it is clear that she is worried, and the more people she seems to ask without getting an answer the more that worry grows. No posters are put up, she seems to be relying fully on asking around.
Doubt Comes In...
As the days creep on, someone whispers into the wind.
"That circus is nothing but trouble."
"The leader herself--she says they cannot be saved!"
"It's true--I heard it, too. They wish the Spire destroyed!"
Tarvoch Canavan is mentioned again. And again, and again. He was the one to burn the caravans, the voices say, the one that took those circus members from their homes. They let him stay in the Spire, they mutter, Despite his crimes. Terryn Bellefuelle was a horrid man, but so, too, were his children.
These rumors are accompanied by the smell of smoke and ash. But isn't that all they are? Rumors?
༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻
Repairing the Dock
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{!} Over the next few days and weeks, Eivor - seemingly having occasionally returned from the Stonerunner camps - would be seen hauling logs, working the wood, and plank by plank doing his best to repair the dock left destroyed beside his home. If asked, he'd mostly respond with a grunt; and on occasion, grumbling about the pond and nearby shrine deserving safe access. {!}
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Late into the evening of the Sixteenth of Reflection, 1641, there comes the sound of crying from the cottage across the lake from the Spire. It is loud and healthy, but more notably, it is not just one voice that cries, but three, overlapping and intersecting with each other continuously.
{!} Hushed rumors spread about an injured Greatling left on the lift exiting the Undercity. While much remains uncertain, one warning stands out amongst the rest: {!}
“Spire Law has no place here.”
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Strange things in Alberns crossing!
A few of the farmers cows have come down with an unknown illness. Although non-lethal with only a fourth of the population suffering, locals have found any milk or meat from these afflicted cows spoiled instantly. The denizens of Alberns are currently looking for help to solve this strange mystery...
*Rumor spreads of the Hero of the Spire, stumbling bloodied through the streets. She appears gaunt, pale, drawn, and beaten badly. Many bite-marks are seen about her body. She mumbles in grit-teethed stubborn begrudging honesty about suffering a loss in battle to some 'thief', who she complains has taken one of her axes.*
