A Call For Volunteers In The Great Bazaar

[*witchinghour]

Danae would tend to the wounded and bring back whom she could when available, but however somewhat sparse with magic and her presence around the entire ordeal. For those that could not be saved or beyond reach, the half elf sat down and consoled what ever relations the body in particular had. Offering spiritual contact to the deceased, should the dead even accept, and acceptance of death to the relations. And 'course helping direct where those beyond help bodies would go, giving over to the dustman or what the families wish. After all, that is what Kelemvorites do.

[*Lucadia]

Argent can be seen posting at least one Signer guard and asking for volunteers that imagine they can help from the Sign of One while donating his own time.

[*Mymothersmeatloaf]

Lyra despite the little care she had for what was going on, donated 20,000 to the cause, she could also be seen using telekinetic spells to lift the rubble out of what used to be the foul old spirit, and tossing it aside. using a prestidigitation to clean the dust and dirt off. She spent a lot of time...searching for something there.

[*Ariella]

(((Rebuild counter and RP)))

[*Nimiane]

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Odette's reaction to the destruction of the Bazaar was one delayed; the recent influx of refugees that had packed the Gatehouse and lined the streets of the Hive holding her attention on the day of the attack and that following. After all, despite the desolation of trade hub and the many able bodied that moved to aid, there yet remained the same cycle by cycle issues that went overlooked in forgotten slums. This did not change. When Bleaker finally emerged from the almshouse of the asylum, bronze features weary and silver hair awry, it was then that her work continued. Whilst the former mercenary did her part in shifting debris, it was to the victims she was drawn; aiding to soother the suffer of loss (both material and familial) and endorse acceptance of what had occurred. Grief counselling and a warm meal for victims and workers is offered on behalf of the Bleak Cabal.

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[*Nimiane]

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Continuing the work of cycles previous, what precious time that can be spared from tending those passing though asylum's gates, is spent in the Bazaar. It is here that many a hungry worker, or shaken victim, might soothe the rumble in his stomach and sate a needy thirst in tented alcove. Basic staples of heated soup and bread are given in moderation, similar to what one might find in the alms wing of the Gatehouse, and portions are given freely to any in need regardless of faction, rank, status or race (even those pikin' Signers). Each wooden bowl is big enough to meet the minimum requirements for fullness, and husks of bread are sized at standard fist.

In addition to this, Odette continues to tend the wounds of body and mind where able. Tears, anger, grief, detachment - none of which was uncommon, were spoken through with compassion. Scrapes, cuts and bruises are tended to with a combination of Gatehouse supplies and the woman's own knowledge of practical herbalism. It is in this manner, bleaker and Cabal lend their time and aid; jink withheld and better spent tending the round-turn needy, rather than wasted on the embellishment of trade hub. After all, such destruction was an inevitable folly and whilst planeswalkers each worked to do their bit and make their mark, it lessened not the trammel of any other cycle before or beyond. There was a need, however, real in it's manifestation, that required tending all the same; offered to those who sought to step forward and expressed themselves as they saw fit.

If and when one might ask the point of such an endeavor, or how such aid was comparable to the superfluous parting of coin, bleaker would respond with a lift of slender shoulders in a shrug. ❝Tha point? There ain't one. Tha reason for it? Well, I can only share with ya me own. For or against, everyone's got one, Cutter.❞ explained silver-haired femme, taking a moment to pause her task for explanation and the weave of gloved digits through straying locks in single sweep.

❝Ya see, in my eyes, identifying ones mental state as tha prime factor in overcomin' loss dunnae deny that our basic physical needs for food, clothing an' shelter must be met. But once these basic needs are met, tha message is clear: we don’t need more money, we don’t need greater success or fame, we don’t need tha perfect body or even tha perfect mate - right now, at this very moment, we have a mind, which is all tha basic equipment we, you, she, he, they need ta survive. More than what a lot of sods have, let me tell ya.❞ Turning back to her work - be it the spoon of bowl, the pestal's grind of herbal salve or the return to softly spoken conversation - Odette would shake her head with utterance.

[align=center]❝I'm just doin' my part ta share tha burden. Make it a little less blek, if only for one cycle at a time.❞[/align]

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[*DigitalDragoon]

Thought largely absent from the relief efforts, Quinn does come to the bazaar at least once a cycle to spend some time assisting those who need medical attention.

[*Aidan Airna]

*At long last Cornelia is seen about the buzaar, looking rather thing, and seamingly bursting with engery.*

*She walks about the oen drainage sytem, making notes of its overly all state, and the state of the crossing, and then she look over the sight of the old inn. After speaking with Sharon, Cornelia sends a runners out to Kala, Aidan, and Dace. The letters simply state she wishes to speak with them. *

[*rapsam2003]

Morthos returns with his yagnoloth, occasionally directing it to move rubble. With the large 'loth by his side, the Cambion would remind those in the Bazaar that, if they seek to strike back against the Powers, the Shattered Temple is there to aid them.

The Athaon would also send out discreet inquiries, delivered by his succubus, Alea, to those he thought may also oppose the Shadow Fey. The chant was, he was seeking to sever the last tie between the Winter Fey and the Shadow Fey.

[*Darker_Thought]

From the Lady's Ward outside the House of V'xtre a larger crowd gathers, each individual wearing the crest of The Kith S' jet organisation. The crowd consists of a few carpenters, curiers and several mercenaries. Each divided into four groups under one overseer before heading towards the bazar looking for where they can do the most good.

Lady V'xtre herself is seen walking towards the Bazar shortly after the crowd with two hooded individuals in blue beside her. Joining the efforts of repairing the buildings and seing to the ones in need*