Someone has been targeting Whispers.

It started with the feeling of being followed everywhere, that sneaking, creeping sensation of being watched. Then, things started going missing. 'I could swear those jewel-encrusted aeterna slippers were -right there- last I looked...'

But when the voices start uttering threats from darkened corners and alleys? The threats become manifest in random attacks? The Whispers must figure out how to quell this danger.

<OOC - This plot is open to Whispers, Iron Guard and their +1's. Would you like to be a victim? Would you like to be a hero? An investigator? There's roles for everyone! I'll be running this as a series of scenes, rather than a one-off. No more than 7-8 people per scene. If you're interested in joining this PrP, send me an @mail!>