CoconutKing
2018-06-04, 08:06 PM
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And We All Fall (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gdSWaIvyQ3o)
They'll laugh as they watch us fall
The lucky don't care at all
No chance for fate
It's unnatural selection
I want the truth!
Proclamation the First: All slayers of city pests (hereby defined as doves, mice, and ravens) who present said pests to the dottari shall be rewarded with a bounty of 1 copper piece!
Proclamation the Second: All places of public business must display in a position of prominence within the first room accessible from the building’s primary entrance a portrait of Her Infernal Majestrix Queen Abrogail II. Said portrait must measure no less than 11 by 17 inches!
Proclamation the Third: Anyone who captures, alive and unharmed, a feral dog of a weight exceeding 50 pounds is to be rewarded with a payment of 2 silver pieces upon transfer of the dog to the dottari. Such noble guardian creatures should find homes worthy of their kind!
Proclamation the Fourth: The right to wear fine embroidered clothing in public is hereafter proscribed to anyone other than agents of House Thrune or the Holy Church of Asmodeus. Exceptions can be awarded or purchased at the city’s discretion!
Proclamation the Fifth: Grain is life! Should grain be spilled in public, it must be gathered, cleaned, and repackaged within the hour. Any person who allows grain to go ungathered after a spillage shall be fined 1*copper piece per grain!
Proclamation the Sixth: The imbibing of night tea brings a dangerous imbalance to the slumbering mind. Between the hours of sunset and sunrise, the taking of tea is proscribed!
Proclamation the Seventh: The odor and flavor of mint is an abomination to the refined palate. Be not the cretin! Mint use in candies, drinks, and all manner of confections is hereby proscribed!
It is hard to believe that a simple week is all that has passed since the passage into the morn from the Night Of Ashes, the greatest purge of citizen life and property to have been arranged in all of Kintargo's long history, that you are aware of at the very least. It has been a weak since what many have quietly described as the end of Kintargo's long history of diversity and embracing of oddly un-Chelish ideals of liberty, for that was when the crackdown began. The morning after the Night of Ashes, long since declared a Morning of Mourning by many priests of the newly banned religions, the people of Kintargo woke up to a new breed of Hellknight marching the streets, with the repetitive clak-chak of a parade of an entire division of soldiers from the Order of the Rack marching down the main streets of the city echoing across empty husks of burned property where role models of entire communities and leaders of entire organizations had lived the night before. It has been a week since posters were nailed to every wall in Kintargo, describing the new Proclamations of a man most had never paid much attention to before he assigned himself the Lord Mayor of the once festive city, one Lord Inquisitor-Tyrant of Asmodeus Barzillai Thrune.
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Kintargo has always been the City of the Arts and Free, holding the true essence of a now forgotten Golden Age of Cheliax to its core as the remnants of a millennia of Aroden's teachings have yet to be completely wiped from the memory of the city's old walls, and so it chafes greatly under the introduction of a tyrannical power more similar to the controlling aspects of the rest of Cheliax, something it had avoided by sheer ability to make trouble over the past several decades. This introduction of martial law, however, might have broken the spirit of city, for most people who supported the revolutionaries of Kintargo in their respective organizations, whether religious or secular in nature, awoke to being completely leaderless, for the incredible speed and awareness with which the Hellknights under the new Lord Mayor took action was able to effectively make hundreds of people disappear and their properties all burn... over a single night. The new yoke of the Thrice Damned House Thrune has firmly planted itself into the soil of a city that might've found this incredibly onerous and threatened immediate rebellion at any other time, but now only manages to simmer in response, as minor protests pop up every so often on the streets, but get cleaned up easily by the highly disciplined and militarized dottari, a type of gendarmie composed of Hellknights of the Rack brought in from fronts of the fighting in the South and a newly formed militia of Thrune sympathizing military age men called the Chelish Citizens’ Group.
However, it seems like the embers of the fire that once burned will not go gentle into this darkest of nights, for rumors have reached each of you from the streets that the largest and most well planned protest so far will be taking place in Aria Park, a large gathering ground to the South of the now closed-to-the-public Kintargo Opera House, where the Lord Mayor has made his residence.
On the morning of the day, citizens wake to a light drizzle granted upon the city as soon as the Sun makes its first appearance above the horizon, though it quickly disappears into grey clouds that pepper the darker blue skies above. Dozens of these Kintargans accumulate at the northern end of the park in groups, with signs made of a harder material than paper but with some ease of use that you've not seen before, and on which there are all sorts of writing. All four of you find yourselves pushed into the same group, surrounded by groups of similar size but without the problematic realization that none of you quite know each other. Perhaps this is a time for introduction, or not...
Even with the cobblestones of Argent Avenue and the foliage of Aria Park still wet from the morning’s light rain, some of the groups out of these dozens of Kintargans that have gathered along the facade of the opera house to protest the city’s new lord-mayor are chanting, "NO BARZILLAI! NO THRUNE! NONE TYRANT TO STAND!". The city’s new leader was appointed by Her Infernal Majestrix, Queen Abrogail II, in the wake of the previous lord-mayor’s sudden flight from the city— an event that still has local rumormongers whispering furiously. In a scant seven days, Paracount Thrune has instituted martial law, a curfew, and seven outlandish and polarizing proclamations! It's not surprising that the signs of a renewed resistance has shown itself in this protest, really. There’s been no sign yet of Barzillai Thrune himself, and the opera house’s doors remain tightly closed—as they have since the man chose the landmark as his new home—but judging by the growing sound of the protesters, he surely can’t ignore the scene on the streets below much longer? Most likely not, for... In distance, you can see the entrance of the Opera House, grand in its silver and gold engravings depicting the hundreds of years of musical history gracing its halls, covered by a dozen dottari guards and one of his personal bodyguard, a red and black armored woman whose definitive dimension of character appears to be the raging scowl that mars her possibly beautiful face. The guards appear nervous and edgy, but the woman stands at attention with a kind of dignity and discipline one can expect of only the most trained of warriors, nay, soldiers.
The hours press on, and you discover that your group has dissipated into an ever increasing crowd, which no longer simply is encompassed by an ideological bubble of those who protest Thrune's rulership, but entire political groups that you know make up the landscape of Kintargo's ever complex electioneering scene. Some of the protesters call for their new lord-mayor
to lift his unreasonable restrictions, while others call for an end to foreign rule and demand a proper election to determine the now disappeared Lord-Mayor Bainilus’s successor. Many seem content merely to yell and agitate, but a growing minority show their unabashed support of Barzillai Thrune by arguing back at the other protesters. It seems like the entire pie-chart has made an appearance, from the earlier Kintargo partisans (who despise Cheliax’s tightening grip on their city and demand local rule) to economic conservatives (who feel the squeeze as Thrune enacts new taxes and business policies); advocates of democracy (whose bitterest complaint is Thrune’s appointment instead of legal election); anarchists (who hope the protest turns into a good riot), all the way to Chelish loyalists (who support Thrune’s actions to curb the city’s dissentious streak).
"Division! Distraction! Destruction!" cries someone from the crowd, somehow getting above the commotion with a high pitch and a loud scream, but their words and existence is quickly swallowed up again.
ALRIGHT PEOPLE, **** IS NOW WHACK
you have THREE OBLIGATIONS.
FIRST! Make a perception check!
SECOND! As the protest goes on for the hours, you can take a few actions! Fun, right? You have the following options: Listen for Rumors, Pilfer, Rabble Rouse, Search for a Contact, Silence Undesirable
Elements, or Watch the Crowd
Each one of these actions takes an hour, and each individual may do this three times before my next post. Describe that crap in your post, thank you very much!
Oh and THIRD! This is FOREMOST! Before anything else, try to introduce yourself to the group you get stuck with at the beginning of that protest before you find yourself doing anything else whatsoever, in SOME way. Because guess what? That's the PCs! You're all gonna end up bunched up AGAIN some time soon because GM Fiat (Trademarked) and Railroading Bull**** (Also Trademarked)
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And We All Fall (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gdSWaIvyQ3o)
They'll laugh as they watch us fall
The lucky don't care at all
No chance for fate
It's unnatural selection
I want the truth!
Proclamation the First: All slayers of city pests (hereby defined as doves, mice, and ravens) who present said pests to the dottari shall be rewarded with a bounty of 1 copper piece!
Proclamation the Second: All places of public business must display in a position of prominence within the first room accessible from the building’s primary entrance a portrait of Her Infernal Majestrix Queen Abrogail II. Said portrait must measure no less than 11 by 17 inches!
Proclamation the Third: Anyone who captures, alive and unharmed, a feral dog of a weight exceeding 50 pounds is to be rewarded with a payment of 2 silver pieces upon transfer of the dog to the dottari. Such noble guardian creatures should find homes worthy of their kind!
Proclamation the Fourth: The right to wear fine embroidered clothing in public is hereafter proscribed to anyone other than agents of House Thrune or the Holy Church of Asmodeus. Exceptions can be awarded or purchased at the city’s discretion!
Proclamation the Fifth: Grain is life! Should grain be spilled in public, it must be gathered, cleaned, and repackaged within the hour. Any person who allows grain to go ungathered after a spillage shall be fined 1*copper piece per grain!
Proclamation the Sixth: The imbibing of night tea brings a dangerous imbalance to the slumbering mind. Between the hours of sunset and sunrise, the taking of tea is proscribed!
Proclamation the Seventh: The odor and flavor of mint is an abomination to the refined palate. Be not the cretin! Mint use in candies, drinks, and all manner of confections is hereby proscribed!
It is hard to believe that a simple week is all that has passed since the passage into the morn from the Night Of Ashes, the greatest purge of citizen life and property to have been arranged in all of Kintargo's long history, that you are aware of at the very least. It has been a weak since what many have quietly described as the end of Kintargo's long history of diversity and embracing of oddly un-Chelish ideals of liberty, for that was when the crackdown began. The morning after the Night of Ashes, long since declared a Morning of Mourning by many priests of the newly banned religions, the people of Kintargo woke up to a new breed of Hellknight marching the streets, with the repetitive clak-chak of a parade of an entire division of soldiers from the Order of the Rack marching down the main streets of the city echoing across empty husks of burned property where role models of entire communities and leaders of entire organizations had lived the night before. It has been a week since posters were nailed to every wall in Kintargo, describing the new Proclamations of a man most had never paid much attention to before he assigned himself the Lord Mayor of the once festive city, one Lord Inquisitor-Tyrant of Asmodeus Barzillai Thrune.
https://sites.google.com/site/samsrebels/_/rsrc/1466013870327/kintargo/barzillai-thrune/Thrune.jpg?height=320&width=320
Kintargo has always been the City of the Arts and Free, holding the true essence of a now forgotten Golden Age of Cheliax to its core as the remnants of a millennia of Aroden's teachings have yet to be completely wiped from the memory of the city's old walls, and so it chafes greatly under the introduction of a tyrannical power more similar to the controlling aspects of the rest of Cheliax, something it had avoided by sheer ability to make trouble over the past several decades. This introduction of martial law, however, might have broken the spirit of city, for most people who supported the revolutionaries of Kintargo in their respective organizations, whether religious or secular in nature, awoke to being completely leaderless, for the incredible speed and awareness with which the Hellknights under the new Lord Mayor took action was able to effectively make hundreds of people disappear and their properties all burn... over a single night. The new yoke of the Thrice Damned House Thrune has firmly planted itself into the soil of a city that might've found this incredibly onerous and threatened immediate rebellion at any other time, but now only manages to simmer in response, as minor protests pop up every so often on the streets, but get cleaned up easily by the highly disciplined and militarized dottari, a type of gendarmie composed of Hellknights of the Rack brought in from fronts of the fighting in the South and a newly formed militia of Thrune sympathizing military age men called the Chelish Citizens’ Group.
However, it seems like the embers of the fire that once burned will not go gentle into this darkest of nights, for rumors have reached each of you from the streets that the largest and most well planned protest so far will be taking place in Aria Park, a large gathering ground to the South of the now closed-to-the-public Kintargo Opera House, where the Lord Mayor has made his residence.
On the morning of the day, citizens wake to a light drizzle granted upon the city as soon as the Sun makes its first appearance above the horizon, though it quickly disappears into grey clouds that pepper the darker blue skies above. Dozens of these Kintargans accumulate at the northern end of the park in groups, with signs made of a harder material than paper but with some ease of use that you've not seen before, and on which there are all sorts of writing. All four of you find yourselves pushed into the same group, surrounded by groups of similar size but without the problematic realization that none of you quite know each other. Perhaps this is a time for introduction, or not...
Even with the cobblestones of Argent Avenue and the foliage of Aria Park still wet from the morning’s light rain, some of the groups out of these dozens of Kintargans that have gathered along the facade of the opera house to protest the city’s new lord-mayor are chanting, "NO BARZILLAI! NO THRUNE! NONE TYRANT TO STAND!". The city’s new leader was appointed by Her Infernal Majestrix, Queen Abrogail II, in the wake of the previous lord-mayor’s sudden flight from the city— an event that still has local rumormongers whispering furiously. In a scant seven days, Paracount Thrune has instituted martial law, a curfew, and seven outlandish and polarizing proclamations! It's not surprising that the signs of a renewed resistance has shown itself in this protest, really. There’s been no sign yet of Barzillai Thrune himself, and the opera house’s doors remain tightly closed—as they have since the man chose the landmark as his new home—but judging by the growing sound of the protesters, he surely can’t ignore the scene on the streets below much longer? Most likely not, for... In distance, you can see the entrance of the Opera House, grand in its silver and gold engravings depicting the hundreds of years of musical history gracing its halls, covered by a dozen dottari guards and one of his personal bodyguard, a red and black armored woman whose definitive dimension of character appears to be the raging scowl that mars her possibly beautiful face. The guards appear nervous and edgy, but the woman stands at attention with a kind of dignity and discipline one can expect of only the most trained of warriors, nay, soldiers.
The hours press on, and you discover that your group has dissipated into an ever increasing crowd, which no longer simply is encompassed by an ideological bubble of those who protest Thrune's rulership, but entire political groups that you know make up the landscape of Kintargo's ever complex electioneering scene. Some of the protesters call for their new lord-mayor
to lift his unreasonable restrictions, while others call for an end to foreign rule and demand a proper election to determine the now disappeared Lord-Mayor Bainilus’s successor. Many seem content merely to yell and agitate, but a growing minority show their unabashed support of Barzillai Thrune by arguing back at the other protesters. It seems like the entire pie-chart has made an appearance, from the earlier Kintargo partisans (who despise Cheliax’s tightening grip on their city and demand local rule) to economic conservatives (who feel the squeeze as Thrune enacts new taxes and business policies); advocates of democracy (whose bitterest complaint is Thrune’s appointment instead of legal election); anarchists (who hope the protest turns into a good riot), all the way to Chelish loyalists (who support Thrune’s actions to curb the city’s dissentious streak).
"Division! Distraction! Destruction!" cries someone from the crowd, somehow getting above the commotion with a high pitch and a loud scream, but their words and existence is quickly swallowed up again.
ALRIGHT PEOPLE, **** IS NOW WHACK
you have THREE OBLIGATIONS.
FIRST! Make a perception check!
SECOND! As the protest goes on for the hours, you can take a few actions! Fun, right? You have the following options: Listen for Rumors, Pilfer, Rabble Rouse, Search for a Contact, Silence Undesirable
Elements, or Watch the Crowd
Each one of these actions takes an hour, and each individual may do this three times before my next post. Describe that crap in your post, thank you very much!
Oh and THIRD! This is FOREMOST! Before anything else, try to introduce yourself to the group you get stuck with at the beginning of that protest before you find yourself doing anything else whatsoever, in SOME way. Because guess what? That's the PCs! You're all gonna end up bunched up AGAIN some time soon because GM Fiat (Trademarked) and Railroading Bull**** (Also Trademarked)
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