The Alley Sleepers, a fire in the dark

Morning breaks upon an altogether pleasant day in Riverskint. The month of Fortune has brought with it the burgeoning promise of spring, and last night’s gentle rains have given way to the warm embrace of Orn.
A small crowd has gathered in what was once Everoak, now known as Hill Park, before a veiled statue. A figure emerges from the largest building in the park--a manor house now repurposed as a community center--and strides toward the statue. The faint smell of apples trails in his wake. He addresses the assembled:

“Five years ago, a group of individuals, united by common purpose and known only as the Alley Sleepers, destroyed a symbol of domination and tyranny, a massive oak tree, brought low by Ascendency disease and corruption. This courageous act--along with other brave and perilous endeavors by like-minded resistors--served as the spark that ignited a revolution and returned Skint back to its people. It is fitting, then, that in the very spot where these Heroes of Skint struck an early blow for resistance, we now locate a monument to their resolution. Because Skint Will Always Remember.”
The statue is revealed. Five figures cast in copper, bright and gleaming in the early light, vigilant against darkness. At the forefront, a proud leonin, her gaze stoic and determined, a single eyeless crow perched on her shoulder. To her left, a massive loxodon, hair spiking toward the sky, the silent roar of his rage echoing through the years. Behind these figures, a slight tiefling, her fists ready to dissuade anyone of the notion that she is helpless. At her side, a bespectacled half-orc, exuding poise and grace, his upper lip curled as if uttering a wry remark.. Towering over both of them is a goliath almost eerily at peace, cradling a strange shard lightly in his hands, eyes casting over his companions with confident attentiveness.
At the base of these figures is an inscription. It reads: The Alley Sleepers, a fire in the dark. Skint Will Remember.
The ceremony concludes without much fanfare. The crowd disperses, attending to the business of a bustling city now once again free to pursue its own initiatives, its own aims. Lingering for just a moment, however, is a one-eyed man, his white hair wolf-wild. He approaches the statue and pauses, leans down and touches the base.. An almost imperceptible spark dances through his palm and ascends through the figures, alighting on each of them in turn. He closes his eyes, murmurs something soft and secret, then rises and disappears into the urban commotion, leaving the figures bathed in light.

Date of First Recording

Fortune, 1080 AC

Date of Setting

Riverskint