Shadows
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Lately the guards have been talking of mysterious things going on around the area. They speak of things moving in the shadows, just out of sight. Many a person feels eyes on his back as he moves about the area, only to find when they quickly turn around, nothing is there. Tension builds as more and more people wonder what is happening….
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Gildor pulls her son to her, he is nearly six. He peers in to the shadows, his mother noticing his look of worry crouches down beside him.
"Fear not the dark, for it is the light that make you an open target."
She removes a holy symbol from around her neck and hangs it around her sons, tucking it under his tunic.
"May he protect you."
She strokes his cheek with her thumb and rises back to her feet, both returning to their business.
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The Order of the Iron Fist is out in force, new initiates and trainees practicing their rituals on public corners and senior disciples making stealthy patrols of the less populated regions of the city.
The monks spread teachings of their animal-style martial arts, propogating the wisdom of self-control, self-defense, and an implacable resolve to self-improve.
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Ikurus snarls at a certain memory of an occurance similar to this one, seemingly very uneasy at the whole situation. He keeps a very weary, although untrained, eye around him wherever he goes. Usually sticking to crowded areas, mostly the baron of shadow inn along with a wine.
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For long hours at a time Scyth remains motionless in the commons, his guards dispersed to handle other matters. His steal visage impassive and his eyes shielded he merely sits in thought, waiting and watching.
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Chaevre wonders whos eyes are on her as she moves in and out of the underdark, she heads to the surface to speak to some aquaintances and ask if they are the ones behind the eyes
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