Official: Unclaimed Property Raffle

[Fallen]

Screamer went off about 5 mins ago.

NOTE: NOT ACTUAL PROPERTY. Looks to be items for a storyline.



A town crier announces, "Hear ye, hear ye. The government of Ta'Illistim invites all interested parties to take part in a series of raffles, to distribute various pieces of recently acquired and unclaimed property. The tables have been set up in BriarStone Court." He moves along, repeating his message.

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There are five raffles set up in BriarStone Court. These items may be of interest to those recently involved in the questioning and subsequent release of several erithi travelers. The raffles will draw at various points this evening.

Itzel

Team Plat
Forest Gnome Guru
Ta'Illistim Guru

Speaking to Cirath, Nixxi exclaims, "Pet her and say she's pretty! It is the only way we will survive the night!"

[Ryvicke]

Screamer went off about 5 mins ago.

NOTE: NOT ACTUAL PROPERTY. Looks to be items for a storyline.

I think someone from Plat (where this storyline apparently ran a few years ago) mentioned that this stuff needs to be loresung to get THE ANSWERS.

[eulogia]

I think someone from Plat (where this storyline apparently ran a few years ago) mentioned that this stuff needs to be loresung to get THE ANSWERS.

well, the letters have the answers. once you read them it's kinda obvious what happened.

when plat got this storyline 2-3 years back, one of the pieces of unclaimed property was an agate that had a loresong which was basically a first person account of at least one of the murders from the victim's perspective.

[waywardgs]

Where are these tables?

[Ta'Illistim, BriarStone Court]
Ringed by stone buildings, the view afforded is one of the bustling heart of Ta'Illistim. The center of the court is a bustle of activity, as throngs of citizenry and travellers pass through the western center of the city on their way to various destinations. You also see a wooden barrel.
Obvious paths: north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west, northwest

[Elvenlady]

The raffles drew last night.

[septus]

What were the items?

[Elvenlady]

an agate, a set of letters, a katana and 2 vatanuras

I'm hoping the full details and loresongs will be shared and posted sometime soon.

[Fallen]

I believe some of the information was already posted on the Officials by Nilandia.

[Nilandia]

Yep. I was able to obtain the letters through a trade with the winner.

As I mentioned, I have no idea what order they should be in. This is just how I found them.

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You glance down to see a lacquered wooden scroll tube in your right hand and nothing in your left hand.

The simple tube is almond lacquered wood. It has caps at both ends of polished jade.

In the wooden scroll tube you see a scented letter, a slightly crumpled letter, a folded letter, a dusty letter, a repurposed parchment letter, a scrawled letter and a small perfumed letter.

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You remove a scented letter from in your wooden scroll tube.

The letter is inked on perfectly white parchment.

In the Erithian language, it reads:

Dearest,

You must find an excuse to meet me tonight. This summer journey proves too difficult and the need for separation between us, when physically we are so close, is a heartache I cannot bear. I long for our spring, and I loathe the coming fall. You know where my heart is.

I'm sorry that the child caused such tumult. Please don't be cross with me. This strain is too much, and her voice too shrill. If the new arrangement made things more difficult for you, I apologize. I want only your happiness.

Feather

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You remove a slightly crumpled letter from in your wooden scroll tube.

The heavy parchment is crushed around its edges.

In the Erithian language, it reads:

Feather,

This cannot continue. Though you know my love for you, you also know I regard this as abomination. You have a promising life ahead of you, which is being squandered and threatened. It must end. Do not ask more of me, I have given all I have.

Hawk

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You remove a folded letter from in your wooden scroll tube.

The heavy parchment is creased sharply down the center.

In the Erithian language, it reads:

Feather,

I'm not upset with you over your treatment of the child. I, out of everyone, know how difficult this is for you. You must remember that it pains me as well. Tact has never been your strong suit. It would do you well to learn it, and fast, as soon I will be unable to save you from your wanton tongue.

Hawk

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You remove a dusty letter from in your wooden scroll tube.

The parchment's surface has several spots of ground-in brownish dust.

In the Erithian language, it reads:

Dearest,

My head still throbs and I write this with a cloth half covering my eyes. The sheer incompetence exhibited today is truly beyond my understanding. That careless lout hit every bump on purpose, I believe.

He is a lout, plain and simple, and I cannot fathom why he would be put in my service, save for a desire to remove him from the household. Perhaps that is the crux of it. Thank you for removing him from my presence.

I have another favor to ask of you. Despite your strong demeanor, I know that you fear the coming days as much as I do. Give us a few more, love. Find a way. I know that you are capable of it.

Feather

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You remove a repurposed parchment letter from in your wooden scroll tube.

The parchment has been scraped and its surface reused. Several individual characters are visible behind the main text, but only as isolated shadows of a correspondence lost.

In the Erithian language, it reads:

Feather,

I say again, this must end. As much as I enjoyed your company this evening, we are playing a game we cannot win. Everything is set against us. I have a horrible, sick feeling that we have lost already.

Please watch yourself around the help, and around the others. I've cautioned you before, your tongue will be the death of you. Mind it. The manner of our departure tonight was not as subtle as it should have been and I fear at least one set of eyes saw through us. Whether those eyes are connected to a mouth, I don't know.

I will protect you with my life, but I hope for both our sakes it doesn't come to that.

Hawk

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You remove a scrawled letter from in your wooden scroll tube.

The text on the page is written in a jagged, hurried hand.

In the Erithian language, it reads:

Feather,

That was foolish and stupid. You've tainted us beyond redemption, and the filth of our actions will never be removed. We had little hope before, and now we have none.

I cannot look upon you with anything but disgust right now. We are damned.

Hawk

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You remove a small perfumed letter from in your wooden scroll tube.

The letter is liberally sprinkled with a fragrant oil, which gives off the scent of night-blooming jasmine.

In the Erithian language, it reads:

Dearest,

Our hands are clean. I know that your heart is sore, but what you did tonight will not be forgotten. Come to me when you can. I will comfort you.

Feather

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Sevris reported this as the katana's loresong. I don't know if it's been edited, shortened, or the full song.

Sevris sings grimly:

"Two people embrace, their bodies crushed together. Overhead the stars twinkle in the night sky."

Sevris sings grimly:

"A man steps out from behind a red coach, regarding the area with caution. His katana flashes out of its silken sash, smashing against an axle. It cuts deeply, leaving a large slice, but the wood does not crack."

Sevris deeply says, "A girl chokes and coughs, dying on the ground. Her lips go blue and the light fades from her eyes. With a glance to the haughty woman at his side, who bears him a striking resemblance, a man with a katana goes to work battering and bruising the still-warm corpse. He smashes in her face with the weapon's pommel and carves a deep hole in her chest with its blade."

Sevris sings grimly:

"A crowd of people are gathered, disdainfully regarding a line of prisoners. A tall, sad looking man hands over a silken harness, the katana within one of its scabbards clinking metallically."

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Apparently the agate is supposed to have a loresong but didn't get added on like it should have been, so we'll need to wait on that. One of the vatanuras is yet unclaimed, and the other didn't seem to have a loresong.

Gretchen

[Elvenlady]

Thanks Nilandia :)

I look forward to seeing the rest and finally getting involved at some point, temporary time zone changes permitting.

[Nilandia]

I'm not sure if there is any more, to be honest. The trial was held and no one was convicted. (Everyone wanted undeniable proof. I kept thinking that people had been watching way too much CSI and wanted a neat and tidy package.) The erithi NPCs have already left Ta'Illistim. It seems all that's left to do is to deliver that one vatanura where the person was afk.

Gretchen

[Nilandia]

In other news, if anyone's interested, I've got full captures of Ravessa's corpse, a piece of evidence we found in the street, as well as the coaches we were able to search.

Gretchen

[Delarock]

I had fun until the trial. I'm really not one for "ask the perfect question or you won't get any answers" type puzzles.

I was also incredibly dissapointed that they just raffled off the answers. I'm glad that we got some sort of closure from it... but it could have turned out way differently.

[WRoss]

Two people embrace, their bodies crushed together. Overhead the stars twinkle in the night sky.

Exhaling, your vision clears.

A man steps out from behind a red coach, regarding the area with caution. His katana flashes out of its silken sash, smashing against an axle. It cuts deeply, leaving a large slice, but the wood does not crack.

Exhaling, your vision clears.


A girl chokes and coughs, dying on the ground. Her lips go blue and the light fades from her eyes. With a glance to the haughty woman at his side, who bears him a striking resemblance, a man with a katana goes to work battering and bruising the still-warm corpse. He smashes in her face with the weapon's pommel and carves a deep hole in her chest with its blade.

Exhaling, your vision clears.


A crowd of people are gathered, disdainfully regarding a line of prisoners. A tall, sad looking man hands over a silken harness, the katana within one of its scabbards clinking metallically.

Exhaling, your vision clears.



That is from the katana