This is the official Crystallum Libraria Log and Content Management Thread for the Linkshell 1: Bards without Song storyline. Included here will be Admin information as well as the written, novelized version of the RP as a Journal for all to read. Enjoy!
Administration
Current Participants (By Character Name)
- Balthazar Lupo (LS Leader) - Male Miquo'te
- Runa Nethiket
- Florence Alberon
- Ravusa Evomere
- Rennaix Altroue
- Praerie Palmpyro
Meeting Times
- Weekly Planning Meeting - Skype/In-Game - Wednesdays 8:00pm PST - 10:00pm PST. (Dates and Times subject to change)
- Weekly RP Plot Advancement Event - In-Game - Thursday between 7:00pm PST and 10:00pm PST. (Dates and Times subject to change)
Synopsis
Quote:'Twas a cold winter night when a bright silver cast down on the streets of Ul'dah. It was a beautiful sight for those who stopped to behold it. However, for those who've ever experienced Ul'dah in person, they know that none ever do.
And it was no different tonight. The jiggle of gold bracelets and silver rings could be heard echoing on the quiet corridor; a wealthy Lalafell of obvious success strut along it with a confidence fit for Kings. His only bodyguard strolled behind him, mindful not to get too close or too far, lest someone approached his master unbidden. As the Lalafell happily tossed up his bag of Gil, rejoicing at his day's catch, little would he consider the peril he was in. For he was being hunted.
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Then morning came. The streets bustled as the markets awoke. Beggars lifted their ragged heads took off to see what Gil and food could be scavenged. One such beggar had aged 20 years in 5. The poorest of the poor was he, and the twelve rarely smiled on him. He crawled out of his rags and out into the sun.
A crunch sounded underfoot. No it wasn't a crunch.It was the distinct sound of metal on metal. Then, a cold gelatinous fluid. The beggar looked down, his eyes opening wide in horror and amazement. There was a Lalafell, blood slowly seeping into the street - adornments untouched. Without any further alarm, the poor, desperate man stooped down. The gold was his!
Had he thought to look closer, maybe the perpetrator would have been caught - for in the Lalafell's neck lay embedded a single arrow, with a single black feather, and from the rooftops the silhouette of a bard, with his snapped harp in tow.
Plot Timeline
- An Ul'dahn Elite is murdered by a bard, but the Brass Blades cannot tell who or why.
