An arcane accident lights the sky afire in Duskwall, giving even the hardest scoundrels pause.

An arcane accident lights the sky afire in Duskwall, giving even the hardest scoundrels pause.

An arcane accident lights the sky afire in Duskwall, giving even the hardest scoundrels pause.

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  5. Ah, I think that’s from the annual Wraithsun festival. It is sponsored by the Duskwall Council, with leviathan blood provided by the various harvesting magnates.

    A hot air balloon loaded with a massive explosive device keyed to the interstitials of the Ghost Field goes up, then flares an explosion, white hot as the still-living leviathan blood is forced through the Veil into the Ghost Field, shearing off masses of energy that turn to light.

    Everyone joins in the peculiar hymn of the city state, “Afield and Above.” Afterwards, it is traditional to meet with loved ones and feast on shroomcap loaves and devilfish.

  7. Look, I don’t know anything, okay? If you think you heard a rumor or something, it wasn’t from me. I’m just saying, that event drew a lot of attention. I mean, a LOT of people all looking the same direction. And the Templar Basalt lending office wouldn’t dare report a theft even if there was one, or everybody would lose confidence in them. I mean, in this theoretical case, sure, they’d be MAD, they’d pay top coin for a lead on who would even think about targeting them, but… you know what? I’ll just have another drink.

  9. Hey, ignore that idiot. “One more drink.” He’s had ENOUGH to drink. You just gotta think a second. Put the pieces together.

    You know Piercewell Park, that whisper club in the Oxbow? Yeah, about a week ago it got hit. Thieves vandalized the place, so you don’t know what they took–with whispers it could be any wacky thing, right? And they won’t tell the bluecoats or inspectors, that’s for damn sure. Take matters into their own hands.

    So let’s say you’re the moron who hit the Park. Now you’ve got maybe a half dozen whispers who are going to track you down and punish you for being born stupid. Won’t be a proper kicking in an alley, either.

    So you need to put them off the scent. Destroy the evidence, on both sides of the Veil, and scrub your tracks off it, right? You know what kind of destructive power it takes to put seriously irritated whispers and their ghosts off the trail? Right out there–you’re looking at it.

    So yeah, now some idiots have hit both the Park and, to cover it up, boosted the Wraithsun. Now EVERYBODY is pissed off at them. So, good luck, whoever you dumb bastards are.

  10. But! But. I assume we can all agree that any fellow who would be capable of all three criminal acts–each one on its own quite impressive–and link them together in such a way–such a fellow would be QUITE clever, am I right?

    Of course I am! No mere luck or happenstance would reward such boldness, only the sheer cold cunning of a calculating criminal capacity could do such a thing. I mean, were this GENIUS we’re talking about to actually manage to follow one score with two simultaneous operations in support of each other, why, such a great mind would be celebrated by the discerning critics of the underworld. Celebrated!

    Don’t you think? I mean, theoretically?

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