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At a gathering, an oddity occurred. Two men, looking and sounding identical arrived.

The spire seemingly has TWO Kyruses. Fables forfend.

[[OOC WARNING: GRAPHIC CONTENT/BLOOD/GORE/BODY SEVERING]]

[do not open it if you're sensitive to these topics] 

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[[Only Maliketh, Caleb, Iselle and Gideon may show up to this outcome. As this is a private event/RP meant only for these characters.]]

@BirdmanDean @dogshitfartelectric @MsTorii @Orqwith

The Spirit Tomb Curiosity Shop was never properly closed last night. And yet, it lay open but empty. 

Cards are laid out on the table; a cup of chamomile tea rests there, untouched, cold, and the candles are starting to go out.

After the incidents of last night, the Stranger has yet to return to his perch ... The Caravan has started to grow restless only a night after his disappearance ...

The stray cats, too, are restless ... and hungry. Those who poke too far into the man's wagon may face the wrath of many felines waiting for their beloved stranger to return and feed them.

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Word spreads fast throughout the Reach about The Gilded Kestrels crash along the southern shoreline. Fifty-six Korami sailors are confirmed dead, with names of the fallen being posted everyday with the assistance of Chancellor Anwar Ibn'Fadil. 

Further rumors say two Moon clan nobles were held captive by a cabal of mages led by one known only as Order, performing cruel experiments on strange creatures and people alike. An operative party from the Spire tracked them to a ruined watchtower near the Ouroboros river delta, and pulled them out alive with assistance of a carefully planned strike force from the recently returned and mustered Spire militia in the middle of the night. 

Rumor from Spire hospital workers spreads that one noble was a victim of their cruel experiment and was surgically operated on - the details are supposedly left quiet for confidentiality. Other rumors say a sizable number of their order successfully fled out of the Reach, leaving many to worry.

Since then, dozens of dockworkers, sailors and volunteers have been clearing the wreckage and marking bodies for transport back to their families in Ko'ram - a sizable effort undertaken by several members of the Seneschalty council to improve foreign relations with the Arsa clans of the west.

@MsTorii @A_Z_U_R @Captain_Cynical @myceliumhoney @Nerdocalypse @Olomet @adamunavailable

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The sounds of a spear tapping against the cobbled streets of the Spire vanish as a robed greatling is no longer seen tending to the graveyard or walking around town. 

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The seashore becomes a lonelier place. The Mistwatcher residence suddenly finds one of the many rooms vacant, one less eye overlooks its garden.
Anyone accustomed with these places could feel like something was missing, but not many would realize it was the Madama herself.
Those who she had shared her dreams with, would find themselves dreaming of that very shore:
The Madama stranded in a dress of seashells, with no knights to come to her rescue.
What happened to you, Madama Dorè?

Important OOC notes:

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Another scrap of paper amongst the many is tacked up on the notice board...

Have you seen this person?

Our Madama Doré, otherwise known as Ridalna Ennala to her most beloved few, has recently gone missing from her home in the Mistwatcher Gardens. 
If anything is known about her last known location, current whereabouts, or any other applicable information, please reach out to Méabh of the Mistwatcher gardens as soon as you are able.

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boom.

. . .

Yesterday afternoon, by the water north of the Spire on a rocky shoreline, a loud explosion could be heard as far away as the Guardhouse. Investigation would yield a strange lack of... well, almost anything. A strangely small, wet piece of ice melting away underneath the late-day sun. A few glass shards crunching underfoot.

No evidence of injury.

OOC + G.Resonance

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The people familiar with the bard, even in passing may notice that something seems... off. The few who visited their place by the docks- the office that only opened so recently, will find nothing. An inkwell gone dry, drafts of the week's newspaper laid out neatly upon their desk. There are no signs of a struggle, however. So they were not forcefully taken there.

A day passes, then a few more. It's been... a while. And yet day by day they are never seen even once at any of their usual spots. Not at the tavern, the pit, or even the Undercity. Their office continues to go untouched, and no changes go about in their room on the second floor. The kettle of tea set out runs cold.

It was no secret they were investigating the recent disappearances themself on the side. Brutal attacks from vampires and the like.
It is ironic the worst seems to have happened, just a little bit.

Oh dear.

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