~Mass amounts of messages apon paper and even in illusion form of announcers have appeared all throughout the populaces across Amia's cities, forests and villages. The Illusions that appear are coming forth from Holy Priests of Thornii dressed in the Church's garments - The Priests are all Yuan Ti~

" His Holiness, the High Priest has announced a mass message to be sent forth to thee entire populace of all thee races. His Holiness has declared a Crusade - A holy quest in which calling all of the one true religion of Thornii to take up thier sword and arm together. In such a Crusade it is deemed that no matter which origion or race, those of the church should and will set aside thier diffrences and ban together as one force under the holy name and symbol of the Higharchy Thornii. When there is threats against the church - it is dealt with - but when all of Thornism is threatened - it is every Thornist's duty to take up thier arm and put a end what threats lurk to our great beliefs and religion.

The Crusade is to take against the chaotic, corrupted and heresy filled pithole refered to in the teachings as " Cordor ". It is the time to bring a end to this threat to the Church and Religion. His Holiness will send forth another mass message when the Crusade is to begin - For now though . . . prepare and bear the banner of the one true religion - Thornism.

Higharchy watch over his children , for soon his word and time shall be apon those of heresy.

*Hunar reads one flyer and rips it cursing in dwarven, which doesn't sound too nice even to people who don't understand dwarven.*

"Oh great! Even more good news! Some bloody zealots are littering the streets with this crap and try to arrange an army to run over Cordor! I'll cut down every bastard that attempts to harm my home or anything else which is legally my possession!"

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Characters:
Hunar Iroff, The red-bearded, grumpy dwarf with a bastard sword. Chair of Military Issues
Daren Sten, High Inquisitor of the Eternal Order of Kelemvor on Amia

Reading one of the papers, Jereme crumpels it up and throws it to the ground. Then he spits on it, which ignites the paper and it turns to ash. At most chances that Jereme is not engaged in an activity and sees more of the papers he holds it in his hand which it soon ignites and is blown away on the winds.

Keri quickly reads it and blinks a couple of times as it sinks in, "OH NO the Children! what about the Children!"

The rampent sickly stench of fear can be smelt in every crevious of Cordor, from the rat invested slums to the illustrious beauty of the gardens. It is this vile putrid smell that lures those of who have tasted its sweetness a thousand times before to the cobbled streets of a wailing city. With neither allegiance for or against the city, he sits from the gaze of the peasents and the commoners that hurry about the streets. Waiting only for that moment, that moment when the city will fall quiet for the briefiest of time yet fells like an eternity that lasts for a thousand life times. Only to be broken by the cry of war, the blood curdling sreams of the dieing and satisfying, sensuous clash of blade against steal and flesh. But it is not yet, oh no this has still to come for now all he can do is wait and watch.

*radarmantro sees it and frowns* more warmongering religious preachers. such an affront to life and tolerance. Cordor is not a perfect city; many flaws does it have, but to just stand silently and watch brutal fanatics ruin her at abandon.. that i will not.
if only people could try to talk things over for just once... *he sighs and trudges off, his grim expression growing grimmer*

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It's not a question about good or evil, only a matter of understanding