Buried Bylines

Hook:

The ink ran dry long ago, but digging through the press office ruins may yet unearth the city’s forgotten name.

050 - 251013 - Buried Bylines

Date:

446 PC, High Flare 8

Players:

  • Raven (Danielle)

  • Dev the Wizard (Paul)

  • Ragnum (Jake)

  • Die-Anna (Kate)

  • Sorrel (Blu)

Loot:

  • Pressmans torch [Sorrel]

  • Coffee pot and cups [Dev, 1 cup to Sorrel and Steve]

  • Assorted Broadsheets, List of newsstands and detail information on the names of streets and gates [Scholars Tent]

After Actions:

Sorrel

Dear Thistld, Sorry I haven’t been writing. I got mauled my first day and almost blew up the camp. So things have been good! There’s so many amazing things to see, I still think you should ditch that stuffy desk job and join me in the tents.

But enough about me, listen, this place its I can’t describe it, I’ve been here before, it feels real familiar. I wish I could explain it, I’ve explored more in a fortnight than that I have in a year when I was in Waterdeep. city of splendors my ass The city of Sifren is deadly and heinous and wonderful. I think a civil war happened here, there’s such a divide in the media office we broke into explored. The leaders covered up how bad things were getting with the wards & resources, and the presses tried to veil truth in propaganda. They must’ve been brought to this pocket dimension THEN sealed themselves, causing them to waste away.

This newsroom is horrible, in the city walls, but I got a bell and a fancy-schmancy torch! And you can’t take it from me this time. The propaganda is shoddy, the guards recruitment posters back in the gate are more professional. They even killed their reporters to keep them quiet. There was a final draft for us to find, and when we did it wasn’t unguarded. An inky amalgamation of oppression seeped into our bones with its sorrow, leaving me at deaths door (again) after I sprayed it with caustic brew. We slayed it, I kept my organs, and we got the article from the final printing press.

I made friends too! Their names are Raven, Odett, Cook and Donk. There’s so many more people here too, but they don’t they see me as an acquired taste. You’d like them. I hope you guys are well. Tell gran I miss her and I’m getting paid more than a wizard, so she really shouldn’t be losing sleep about all this.

If she’s still mad tell her I’m a doctor.

All my (inevitable) love,

Sorrel

Ragnum, Report to Steve

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