Ry'leh Market Day

[gilded pecan]

The rain drips down on cobbled streets, it's Ry'leh market day
While strangers gossip sordid deeds or gamble cares away
A monkey grins, his cup in hand, while busy crowds shift by
Afraid to look to closely at the chaos in his eye
The fish for sale seem to appear to shimmer, twist, and shine
Their pearly luminescence most unnatural to the brine
The lantern of the watch moves on, inured to all their light
Its carrier preoccupied with visions of the night
Many who tread these sodden stones don't know from whence they came
Unsure of their humanity, deprived of their own name
They drift alone past tented stalls, afraid to curse or pray
The rain drips down on cobbled streets, it's Ry'leh market day

[gilded pecan]

I started this script as a thematic depiction of a creepy Lovecraftian farmers market, but was intrigued by the concept of making Legion and Organ Grinder on the same script. Typically this would fall flat due to Organ Grinder hard confirming that there is no Legion. The addition of Alchemist and Atheist however, makes things a bit more interesting. Atheist letting the ST simulate an Organ Grinder also lets them make more hands on decisions regarding executions during the day, possibly to help sell a Legion world, or to implicate players.

Multiple deaths as a theme is also explored, with multiple worlds still available between Po, Legion, Atheist, Assasin Moonchild, etc.

Misinformation is supplied in large part by the good team, with Mutant, Puzzlemaster, Sailor, and Innkeeper, with the possibility of a No Dashii or Lleech in the mix to keep the good team mistrustful of their info