Chant Of Mad Cultists Being Murdered
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*EM_Ghanadaur
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Those who are around the bazaar would hear talk from ten fingers as well as a lot of others of mad cultists being murdered in undersigil, with eyes carved into their skulls, those investigating the case were found to have been attacked by mind flayers.
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*Urbancat
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The hin lean against the wall and seem lost in thought, some data but not enough of it...
An Half Drow, warlock, that follow an Elder Brain.. that follow a Champion.
This name "Elder Eye" Thrown around by the mindflyers and the Brain itself...
She looks up at the "Sky" and chew her lower lip pensively.
An Entity bent into conquering Sigil as key to the multiverse, which credo is conquest and gain of power is never a good new, she have every confidence that The Lady could deal with any of those troubles, but if doing so ended up imploding half Sigil, hins included , well not a palatable scenery.
Look at the staff in her hand with the carved dragon head and twirl it pensively as to give her hands something to do in the meantime.
After a few moments of consideration she head for the Undersigil and toward the Wild Side, hoping to Find Altair in.
An Half Drow, warlock, that follow an Elder Brain.. that follow a Champion.
This name "Elder Eye" Thrown around by the mindflyers and the Brain itself...
She looks up at the "Sky" and chew her lower lip pensively.
An Entity bent into conquering Sigil as key to the multiverse, which credo is conquest and gain of power is never a good new, she have every confidence that The Lady could deal with any of those troubles, but if doing so ended up imploding half Sigil, hins included , well not a palatable scenery.
Look at the staff in her hand with the carved dragon head and twirl it pensively as to give her hands something to do in the meantime.
After a few moments of consideration she head for the Undersigil and toward the Wild Side, hoping to Find Altair in.
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*Altair
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Altair would easily be found in his office at the Wild Side, looking rather the worse for wear. It seems that Kaltia had recently had to take drastic measures to help him with a growing addiction to Kammarth, though he appears to be recovering.
The news of the cultists being slaughtered appears to have reached his ears, and he seems quite concerned. Especially in light of the impending attack on the Wild Side, and the brokered temporary alliance between the rogue cell and himself, he's worried that something has gone wrong. Daphne's confirmation doesn't seem to improve his mood at all, and he seems to look like he wants to do some investigating of his own.
The news of the cultists being slaughtered appears to have reached his ears, and he seems quite concerned. Especially in light of the impending attack on the Wild Side, and the brokered temporary alliance between the rogue cell and himself, he's worried that something has gone wrong. Daphne's confirmation doesn't seem to improve his mood at all, and he seems to look like he wants to do some investigating of his own.
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*EM_Ghanadaur
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It seems that again the chant of random murders surfaces, talks of Illithids as well as creepy looking aberrations attacking those digging their nose into the business.
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*rapsam2003
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The Cambion looked at the corpse grimly. A cycle or so again, he was swept up in the attack on the Wild Side - and the events after the attack itself. Bending down, he examines the "eye" sigil in the one of the Skulls. With a dark look, Morthos grunts.
"It appears it's time to find another Patron. Tharizdun can't even keep his own cultists in line. This is mayhap the very last straw, as 'tis said...", the Athar warlock mutters.
((OOC note: working out a short plot with EM_Stormbringer to switch patrons, from Tharizdun to another. So, these events have a particular effect on him, considering Morthos' current feelings about Tharizdun.))
"It appears it's time to find another Patron. Tharizdun can't even keep his own cultists in line. This is mayhap the very last straw, as 'tis said...", the Athar warlock mutters.
((OOC note: working out a short plot with EM_Stormbringer to switch patrons, from Tharizdun to another. So, these events have a particular effect on him, considering Morthos' current feelings about Tharizdun.))
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*Altair
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Following the night prior's events, a pike would appear in front of the Wild Side's front face, bearing the head of the former leader of the cult of Thrazidun. Apparently there had been some difficulties with the club's neighbors over the last few weeks, but with a little old fashioned diplomacy it seems like the conflict has "presumably" resolved for the time being. Word around Undersigil is that the remaining cultists are more than welcome, so long as they find themselves more intelligent and peaceable than their former companions.
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*WhenWizardsWar
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The wheel ever turns, the circle and cycle ever repeats...
Miranda has learned this time and time again, and she isnt surprised when it doesnt take long for someone or something to involve her upon her return to Sigil.
She smirked as she remembered the powerful compulsion...urging her to find faithful...clerics...any cleric and bring them to a desired location. She had figured someone might simply be asking for help or it could have been a trap but it didn't bother her at all. She sits now in her tower, surrounded by her many magical wards and constructs, a wooden spoon full of mashed carrots as she waits for the stubborn hole of consumption that is her child's mouth to open and accept the offered nourishment.
The woman had expected a cleric, had expected two people to arrive, not one...but two.
"You were asked to bring a cleric with you" she had said with irritation and impatience and when Miranda had informed her simply.
"What gives, you asked for a cleric and here i am" Mirandas host was shocked, clearly not expecting such a resulting turn out.
The two exchanged pleaentries tipped with threats but ultimately Miranda was able to leave of her own accord, which at the end of the cycle was a good thing for everyone involved because while she was no combat mage she certainly had enough magic items and power on her person to have been able to obliterate the strange meeting place several times over.
Her instinct is to stay out of it, it wasn't her business really except for the fact that two names given to her echoed in her ears, they were people she knew even if by minor association only and she had to decide if it was worth informing them of the danger facing them or to hold her promise to the mysterious cult.
She promised them she wouldn't say anything to anyone because frankly...she was so busy with her business and her baby, and shes learned not to get involved in most peoples affairs.
Her next step could have costs sure, but was it worth it to her?
Miranda has learned this time and time again, and she isnt surprised when it doesnt take long for someone or something to involve her upon her return to Sigil.
She smirked as she remembered the powerful compulsion...urging her to find faithful...clerics...any cleric and bring them to a desired location. She had figured someone might simply be asking for help or it could have been a trap but it didn't bother her at all. She sits now in her tower, surrounded by her many magical wards and constructs, a wooden spoon full of mashed carrots as she waits for the stubborn hole of consumption that is her child's mouth to open and accept the offered nourishment.
The woman had expected a cleric, had expected two people to arrive, not one...but two.
"You were asked to bring a cleric with you" she had said with irritation and impatience and when Miranda had informed her simply.
"What gives, you asked for a cleric and here i am" Mirandas host was shocked, clearly not expecting such a resulting turn out.
The two exchanged pleaentries tipped with threats but ultimately Miranda was able to leave of her own accord, which at the end of the cycle was a good thing for everyone involved because while she was no combat mage she certainly had enough magic items and power on her person to have been able to obliterate the strange meeting place several times over.
Her instinct is to stay out of it, it wasn't her business really except for the fact that two names given to her echoed in her ears, they were people she knew even if by minor association only and she had to decide if it was worth informing them of the danger facing them or to hold her promise to the mysterious cult.
She promised them she wouldn't say anything to anyone because frankly...she was so busy with her business and her baby, and shes learned not to get involved in most peoples affairs.
Her next step could have costs sure, but was it worth it to her?
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*EM_Ghanadaur
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The attacks in Undersigil have ceased momentarily for the last cycle or so, new chant arising that the killings have moved onto the hive ward, four people gruesomely murdered in cold blood. A group of adventurers set out to investigate the scene...only for them to realize they bit off more than they could chew.
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*EM_Ghanadaur
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Undersigil as well as the streets of upper sigil are teaming with rumors of a few adventurers rushing to save a very particular woman. It seems she had bee captured and tunneljacked into ghanadaurs realm.
It's clear the danger is becoming more and more apparent.
It's clear the danger is becoming more and more apparent.
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*WhenWizardsWar
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With things moving faster then had been expected, and the danger continuing to grow, Miranda decides to take a more involved stance in the matter (after all some her of her most loyal customers come from the depths of undersigil, you'd be surprised how much dinnerware that purifies the food on it is in demand).
To this end half a dozen well built iron golems would descend into the undercity, each of them laden with medical supplies, basic weapons and armor and since the enemy seems intent on using magical suggestions and mind control, many many potions to prevent such magics from affecting the locals.
Miranda isnt dumb by any means, far from it, indeed by anyones standards shes a down right genius and wise beyond her thirty something years of life and so she fully expects retribution. As she keeps this in mind she re arranges the dozens of constructs in her tower to guard all the major and minor ways in and out (windows, doors, grates etc etc) and constantly keeps them all enspelled with truesight magics and magic circles against evil as well as keeping them invisible until needed. She activates the towers intricate and well interwoven wards aimed at preventing magical transporation in or out of her home and lastly for the time being, a simple ward spell that prevents certain creatures, in this case SPIDERS from approaching her home.
To this end half a dozen well built iron golems would descend into the undercity, each of them laden with medical supplies, basic weapons and armor and since the enemy seems intent on using magical suggestions and mind control, many many potions to prevent such magics from affecting the locals.
Miranda isnt dumb by any means, far from it, indeed by anyones standards shes a down right genius and wise beyond her thirty something years of life and so she fully expects retribution. As she keeps this in mind she re arranges the dozens of constructs in her tower to guard all the major and minor ways in and out (windows, doors, grates etc etc) and constantly keeps them all enspelled with truesight magics and magic circles against evil as well as keeping them invisible until needed. She activates the towers intricate and well interwoven wards aimed at preventing magical transporation in or out of her home and lastly for the time being, a simple ward spell that prevents certain creatures, in this case SPIDERS from approaching her home.