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overheard in duskwall
"Lyssa did it with her own hands, they say. Eye
to eye, cold as can be."
"If she stuck her own boss she's a dirty scuttler,"
(spits)"...
but not one I'll cross any time soon."
"I heard that new Inspector used to be a captain
in the Imperial Cavalry..."
"I guess snoopin' crooks in the Dusk beats riding
down devils in the deathlands, eh?"
"Red milk, I call it. Y'take scarlet toad venom,
distill it pure—a method whispered to me
by a demon, hahaha!—cut it with a vesch of
fractionated spirit essence, the best memories of
former life— dam't hard to get—but if y'got some,
even a dram..."
"Yes, yes... as I said, Lord Scurlock has..."
"Highest high silver can buy—lord, lad, or lady."
"Ya see, there are two types in this world. Me,
an' doffing idiots. That's why I bet on Marlane."
"You punched a guy out of his pants!"
"They were kinda loose, I guess. Boots came off,
too. Then his pregnant wife came at me. What
are you supposed to do about that?"
"There goes another crow. How dreadful!"
"Whassat? Seven inna last half hour? Naw, mate,
this is Crow's Foot. Like, where they perch, get it?
Night's just getting started."
"... seen her in the mirror."
"Like, behind him?"
"No, just her reflection, in the mirror."
"Inky hell."
"Looks like a regular tattoo to me."
"Naaaaw, see how the crab's claw wriggles? Ink's
laced with demon blood."
"Sure, and I'm the weepin' lady."
"Oh, you'll see. Once it sets in..."
"He threatened you? What, with a blade?"
"Oh, no, warden sir, nothin' plain like that, or I
wouldn't have summoned yeh. He, well... it was
awful strange. He spoke in my Rickard's voice, sir."
"He threatened you with a stage trick?"
"Not a trick sir! Rickard's own voice! Such awful
things he said, too."
(sigh) "Hardly a crime, madame."
"But Rickard's dead these seven years, sir! Never
made it over from Skovlan. How could this
Lampblack scuttler have his voice?"
"That wretch, Rowley. That... thing is twisted. I
was walking late the other night and can swear
I saw him surrounded by a damn horde of dregs
like him. And they were pleading allegiance like
he was the dammed king of the alleys. It was the
mockery of a court, with a throne and everything.
He... it's gathering an army, I tell you."
"Do you know why they dispose of bodies in the
canals after midnight? The spirits of the drowned
live there. Well, 'live', right? They claim everything
that touches the water after the clock strikes
twelve. Well, everything except those gondoliers."
"Yeah, and I suppose you have just the charm to
sell me to keep me safe and sound..."
"What fortune! It just so happens I do..."
"Tally's missing from the orphanage. I asked the
headmistress if he was taken already, but she
shunned me out! I'm desperate, I can't leave my
little brother like this!"
(sung as an out-of-tune sea shanty)
"... pawned my farm for a 'viathan hunter
lost me ship to the ink
paddled back home on a dead god's shell "
(louder, as if expecting others to join in)
"I'd sell me soul for a drink!"
rumors on the street
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Someone is trying to organize a union
for Canal Dockers.
The Path of Echoes will buy inhabited
spirit bottles, no questions asked.
There’s a Bluecoat constable that takes
bribes to frame targets for crimes.
The streetwalkers and pleasure houses
are infiltrated by rogue spirits.
The new drug, Lure, is made from leviathan
blood and turns people into demons.
All the well-to-dos are buying Turner's
new locks—said to be impossible to crack.
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Weekly, or whenever you need one
The ministry of transport is taking control of
the gondoliers.
A leviathan hunter ship returned to port, no
crew living, carrying a demon.
A corrupt magistrate is seeking secret passage
out of the city ahead of charges.
The Church of the Ecstacy of the Flesh is
seeking a new Apex.
The Spirit Wardens are stockpiling
electroplasm, expecting a shortage soon.
The vault at Charterhall Bank was ransacked,
but they're covering it up.
Weekly, or whenever you need one
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Raids
Prohibition
Scandal
Discovery
Holiday
Prison Break
city events in the newspapers
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Plague
Refugees
Demolition
Shortage
Parade
Crime Spree
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Festival
Strike
Election
Excess
Celebrity
Political
Upheaval
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Revolution
Construction
Martial Law
Paranoia
Riots
Diplomacy
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Accident
Siege
Conscription
Assassination
Gang War
Supernatural
Weather
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Disaster
Charity
Exodus
Witch Hunt
Hysteria
Cult Gatherings
remarkable occurrences
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Strange plasmic fog fills the streets—
deathseeker crows shun the district.
Bluecoats suspend street patrols, citing
'budget cuts'. It's free rein for crime!
Citizens rally against extortion, bringing
in hired bravos from other districts.
Canals become choked w/ debris,
overflowing with foul effluvia.
The ramshackle shanties of The Drop are
marked for demolition.
A group of scoundrels, recently escaped
from Ironhook, go to ground nearby,
attracting bounty hunters.
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Weekly, or whenever you need one
Spirit wardens set up a watch post and
deathseeker crow roost in the old temple ruins.
Bluecoats set up checkpoints for contraband
or whatever they feel like confiscating.
Local talent (band, chef, tumblers) becomes
popular, swelling crowds at market and shops.
Canals throughout district are drained for
maintenance (or some strange purpose).
A raging fire sweeps across Crow's Foot,
threatening to destroy the district.
An ancient crypt beneath the district, covered
in strange markings, is exposed and attracts
wailing hollows.
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