The following information is spread throughout the entirety of Rathfall within a matter of hours: be it through song, story, whispering wind or first hand accounts.
The night sky shined brightly down upon Massacre Market within Pauper’s Launch. Even with it being near midnight, the city was still busy with the ebb and flow of the populous going about their daily lives. Suddenly a loud voice echoes throughout the streets.
“To the people of Pauper’s Launch! Far too long have we sat in silence, in squaller and in fear. This very market is a reminder of what occurred when the peasants, the poor and the forgotten joined together in efforts to gain a better life for themselves.
However, we cannot allow for the pains of the past to bind us any longer. The very land we reside upon rises up against us, threatening to consume everything if we do not band together as one! Now is the time to make our voices heard! Now is the time to show the Houses and the Structures of Old if we are to survive, there must be change! “
A banner unfurls from the top of the tallest building in Massacre Market. A large “C” taking up the majority of the wall.
“I died here on that fatal day just as your brothers, sisters, husbands, wives and kin did. My heart broken, unable to find the strength to continue on, consumed by my shame and guilt. I cannot allow these emotions to plague my heart any longer. I have heard your voices. I have heard your calls. When the people cry out, CORVO WILL ANSWER!”
A spotlight springs to life as it illuminates the figure atop the building. An individual dressed in all black, a black cape billowing in the wind, their identity hidden behind the black mask. Gasps and murmurs are heard in the streets. Then the sound of one small child’s voice is heard. “CORVO!” An elderly couple raises their voices in tandem with the child. “CORVO! CORVO LIVES!” The cry is heard and echoed through the districts and markets. Corvo cracks a whip across to another building, using it to swing across, cutting down the canvas to land onto the city streets below before they vanish into the night. The large “C” on the canvas is shaped with the names of each and every individual who died in Massacre Market all those years ago. Tears of joy, frustration, anger and celebration reverberate throughout the Launch. The Myth, the Legend, the one known as Corvo as returned to inspire the people in their darkest hour.
The night sky shined brightly down upon Massacre Market within Pauper’s Launch. Even with it being near midnight, the city was still busy with the ebb and flow of the populous going about their daily lives. Suddenly a loud voice echoes throughout the streets.
“To the people of Pauper’s Launch! Far too long have we sat in silence, in squaller and in fear. This very market is a reminder of what occurred when the peasants, the poor and the forgotten joined together in efforts to gain a better life for themselves.
However, we cannot allow for the pains of the past to bind us any longer. The very land we reside upon rises up against us, threatening to consume everything if we do not band together as one! Now is the time to make our voices heard! Now is the time to show the Houses and the Structures of Old if we are to survive, there must be change! “
A banner unfurls from the top of the tallest building in Massacre Market. A large “C” taking up the majority of the wall.
“I died here on that fatal day just as your brothers, sisters, husbands, wives and kin did. My heart broken, unable to find the strength to continue on, consumed by my shame and guilt. I cannot allow these emotions to plague my heart any longer. I have heard your voices. I have heard your calls. When the people cry out, CORVO WILL ANSWER!”
A spotlight springs to life as it illuminates the figure atop the building. An individual dressed in all black, a black cape billowing in the wind, their identity hidden behind the black mask. Gasps and murmurs are heard in the streets. Then the sound of one small child’s voice is heard. “CORVO!” An elderly couple raises their voices in tandem with the child. “CORVO! CORVO LIVES!” The cry is heard and echoed through the districts and markets. Corvo cracks a whip across to another building, using it to swing across, cutting down the canvas to land onto the city streets below before they vanish into the night. The large “C” on the canvas is shaped with the names of each and every individual who died in Massacre Market all those years ago. Tears of joy, frustration, anger and celebration reverberate throughout the Launch. The Myth, the Legend, the one known as Corvo as returned to inspire the people in their darkest hour.
