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(Posted in Kampos, Tarkuul, Zanshibon, Underdark and numerous trees along the roads and trails between Cordor and Kampos)

Peace is for the weak!
War and battle is how we prove ourselves!
For too long we have followed the laws of so called civilized men!
We have been looked at with disdain and hatred unless we mimic them!
In peace we are discarded and forgotten!
We were born for combat!
In numbers we will take what the Gods of Fury and War have deemed is ours!

If you are discarded by the civilized, reclaim your purpose with your brothers and sisters.

Post notice of your will to take back your power at Kampos, Tarkuul, Zanshibon, Underport or carved in the tree this notice is nailed to!

The Warmonger

(Reply here or pm me)

Any of these notces found in Amia Forest are removed.

In Kampos...

There is no point in war without the promise of peace in the end, otherwise it become nothing more than mindless slaughter and wanton destruction and falls into the domain of Garagos the Reaver. If you seek harm against non-combatants and innocent lives you will be put down. Call yourselves for what you are for you discredit the name of Tempurians proclaiming this is the will of all the gods of war.

- Elwyn Sabel
Tempurian Swordmaster

The notices upon the trees outside Kampos near the Shrine would be taken by Rith'tar. Who would set them ablaze with his flaming dagger, the ash drifting off into the nearby sea.

A large Half-Orc would take a notice with a grin. "Harruq is tired of followin' human laws. Harruq craves carnage."

Another half-orc takes notice of the poster in Amian Frontier, nods in approval before cutting his finger with his blade, and pressing a bloody fingerprint on the poster's bottom corner.

*An exotic man garbed in the finest of azure silks reads over the notice in Kampo's. He might be overheard remaking to a diminuative, blue feminine figure perched upon his shoulder, "My the literacy of savages in ajami lands is astounding, I wonder if they have mastered the knife and fork too?" Messages along the trade route from Kampo's to Cordor are simply removed and the message in Kampo's is replaced:*

This is a house of the Merchant's Friend. Trade brings peace and posterity to all, not war. Do not enter her house and disrespect her with your rabble rousing.

~Rashad

Rashad,
So you sell weapons and armors for peace? That is the biggest bullshit I
have ever heard. You prey on the victims of war, plunder, and death. Our
hands are bloody, but yours are dirty. We are the ones keeping your purse
full of gold, so you better mind what you are writing, and whom are you
calling rabble, you cowardly hypocrite rat.

The actual trade of arms and armour is a peaceful exchange in its own right. Regardless if they are used as tools of battle.

- E

Another hypocrite rat joining
the festival of bullshit.

I should not argue with an idiot, but I feel in this case it is justified. I do not deny that I use arms and armour for war and battle, nor do I believe they are tools of peace. They are forged for war and I use them accordingly and when necessary. But the trade of weapons and armour is not a hostile exchange, it is a peaceful one. I wait with bated breath for your next argument of less than five words.

- E

I am keeping it simple, so that
you can follow it up.

Where the line is crossed is a matter of perspective.
Selling food could be hypocritical bullshit in the eyes of someone determined to
create an argument to stroke their own ego. (Food feeds armies, does it not?)
Trading in weapons and armour is not specifically going to lead to war or battle.

Some would use it merely to protect themselves or others, to feel safer, and
might never even put the items to use. Some would hang exquisite and rare
swords on their wall as a conversation piece.

A gills ring could help people do war underwater (and widely they do out in Khem).
Potions, scrolls, there are very few items in this world that could not be labelled as
being used for bloody purpose. It is the owner of an item who is responsible for
whether it is put to peace or war.

Ultimately, your outrage could actually be seen as pointlessly provoking argument and
conflict where none need be. Your hypocrisy may be more subtle, but it isn't unnoticed.

Look in the mirror before lashing out at others.

~Lars Duskbrin~

The world is at the state of constant war. I am not trying to disprove
that. Quite the contrary. I will cleave you in half if I do not like the way
you look at me. When I buy a blade I am not kidding myself. I know it
shall end up in someone's stinky guts, and spill his semi-digested lunch
all over the place. And I am quite aware that it is I who did that. Alas,
a weapon is meant for the killing. Anyone who is saying otherwise is a
dirty hypocrite. I am not provoking an argument. I am merely outraged
by the self-righteous cunts who sell the weaponry, and then try to act
as if their wares were not meant for the killing.

New notices are put where the others were torn down by either a dark skinned human, an ogrillion or various half-orcs. The responses are removed as well.

[All notices in the Nexus Hills: Valley of the Arachnid and
Amia Forest are promptly torn down within the hour]

// (Done with IG presence)

*A man covered in a black cloak approaches the notice in Kampos and pins a small note beneath it*

This shadow shall not be forgotten.

*Beneath the writing is a hastily drawn "Z"*

Should any notices appear in the area between the Shrine of Eilistraee and Kampos they would vanish once again having been taken then lit afire and ashes sent into the sea. The culprit being the same drow as before, Rith'tar.

Dead wrote:

The world is at the state of constant war. I am not trying to disprove
that. Quite the contrary. I will cleave you in half if I do not like the way
you look at me. When I buy a blade I am not kidding myself. I know it
shall end up in someone's stinky guts, and spill his semi-digested lunch
all over the place. And I am quite aware that it is I who did that. Alas,
a weapon is meant for the killing. Anyone who is saying otherwise is a
dirty hypocrite. I am not provoking an argument. I am merely outraged
by the self-righteous cunts who sell the weaponry, and then try to act
as if their wares were not meant for the killing.

*This particular notice is frosted up, frozen so the words are obscure and carved words are imprinted on top, of course at kampos*

Yet you wish to spread an anathema that consumes more for it's own selfish gains as opposed to benefiting others?

Do not disillusion yourself anathema spreader and not consider your "cause" as not contradicting to the way you view the merchant.

Regardless, you will learn the error of your ways or fizzle out like the very anathema you attempt to spread.

Ordained of Her grace, The frostmaiden .

In passing at the Storehouse:

"My Gods in a blue hell, would everyone go ahead and have it out and be done with it? There hasn't been this much cock-jousting at Kampo's since they got rid of the chicken fighting ring."

*In a series a fine pen strokes and a flurry of jotted arrows, a message is scrawled between the opposing views, whichever remain, orcish, human, fiery, or frosty.*

~B~E~L~D~O~R~

*Idan notes the postings with a small smirk, and simply ambles on*

*Rashad's notice and actions are simply repeated as the One Man Caravan makes the same trek daily.* (// if you wish to undo Rashad's actions, then find me in game, I do this route daily)

*A simple reply is left to the notice in red.*

Everything I sell honorably is a tool without intent. Having fine weapons and armor is insurance and protection against those who would have the same and seek to dishonorably transgress upon an honorable man. I do not deal with any who have prove themselves dishonorable and that list is a very long one. If these simple concepts have somehow escaped you despite becoming literate, I am at a loss as to how an ass has escaped the fields and gained the ability to put pen to paper. Perhaps geniework.

Rashad the Azure

The previous evening the large half-orc and two hooded men may have been seen by passersby at a table in Kampo's sharing a whispered conversation. What was said is unknown but they all seemed in agreement. The half-orc had a pile of folded notices.

Rashad the Hypocrite returns.

WrathOfTheNorth wrote:

*This particular notice is frosted up, frozen so the words are obscure and carved words are imprinted on top, of course at kampos*

Yet you wish to spread an anathema that consumes more for it's own selfish gains as opposed to benefiting others?

Do not disillusion yourself anathema spreader and not consider your "cause" as not contradicting to the way you view the merchant.

Regardless, you will learn the error of your ways or fizzle out like the very anathema you attempt to spread.

Ordained of Her grace, The frostmaiden .

I will be paying the Frostmaiden a visit soon to check if
she is as frigid as she claims to be. She better wash up.

Quote:

Keep your warmongering out of West Cordor, or your war path will abruptly halt. -Shade

PS. I like the bravery of this "Seraph" guy. Stones of steel when he hides behind a name no one knows.

A simple note is left by the notice in the Underdark.

Am interested. This one will seek the warmonger out.

Bloodtalon

By the signiature is what looks to be a blood red draconic paw print.

A large half-orc with long black and silver hair is seen often in both Kampo's or the Gentleman's Club often in the company of a savage looking Chultan or other equally savage looking humans and half-orcs. What would be noticeable by those who frequent these places is that their numbers are increasing.

When next the half orc with long silver and black hair enters Kampos, a human in a very trendy silk vest and the numbers five and two tattooed on his bicep steps forward and places a letter in his hand. He then bows and stands a respectful distance awaiting a reply verbally or in writing if needed.

[PM sent]

A handsome human male in dark green may be seen taking one of the posters, rolling it up and taking it with him from Kampo's.

A hate filled gray skinned orc with plate armor and glaring red eyes sees the notice and lets out an inhuman grunt

A lovely looking chultan savage would post a response in Kampo's.

I hunt elf with pack
-Nsi

A piece of parchment is nailed to the notice in Tarkuul with a dagger.

We must speak.

Castellan

The large half-orc sometimes alone or with a small retinue of vicious looking warriors is seen more frequently in the Amian forest and in the ruins of Uhm.

Notices are replaced.

(OOC - Life has been busy lately and I have a computer down at the moment but this is still happening)

*the notices in the Amia forest, all the way through Green Lake, are removed yet again and disposed of. Any tree carvings found, are encouraged by divine spells, to heal and smooth over.*

Any posters in Zanshibon are taken down, and one is replaced with a note.

Seek out the Lady of the Quiver.

Should any notices appear in the area between the Shrine of Eilistraee and Kampos they would vanish once again having been taken then lit afire and ashes sent into the sea. The culprit being the same drow as before, Rith'tar.

*posted under the tarkuul and zanshibon posters, all are pieces if paper taken from different sources, having different fonts also"

"Get on with it. You claim to kill, not one death has been claimed. You claim that spoils are war to be gained, but all that is seen is these posts that get ripped down.

Prove them wrong or are you too spineless apart from spouting notices without intent?"

No signature was left.

Seventh Heaven wrote:

*posted under the tarkuul and zanshibon posters, all are pieces if paper taken from different sources, having different fonts also"

"Get on with it. You claim to kill, not one death has been claimed. You claim that spoils are war to be gained, but all that is seen is these posts that get ripped down.

Prove them wrong or are you too spineless apart from spouting notices without intent?"

No signature was left.

Any of these posters that are found in Zanshibon are taken down by a figure covered head to toe in black and silver.

Hell-billy wrote:

(Posted in Kampos, Tarkuul, Zanshibon, Underdark and numerous trees along the roads and trails between Cordor and Kampos)

Peace is for the weak!
War and battle is how we prove ourselves!
For too long we have followed the laws of so called civilized men!
We have been looked at with disdain and hatred unless we mimic them!
In peace we are discarded and forgotten!
We were born for combat!
In numbers we will take what the Gods of Fury and War have deemed is ours!

If you are discarded by the civilized, reclaim your purpose with your brothers and sisters.

Post notice of your will to take back your power at Kampos, Tarkuul, Zanshibon, Underport or carved in the tree this notice is nailed to!

The Warmonger

(Reply here or pm me)

These notices seem to appear in numbers again as do a growing number of barbaric warriors both human and savage races in the towns and cities.

A warrior wearing the armor of Frugdar, can be seen wandering near Kampo's, preventing any from taking down the notice if they should try.

On further inspection it is revealed he is not a man, but a bipedal bear, huge, and menacing. He would greet those who have an interest in the notices, and dissuade those who try to burn them.

Any of these notes found in the forest are collected and burned

..On a particular chilly, eerie night One can see that cold.. eerie frosted elf walking and freezing anything in his and his elemental's path. Animal carcasses seen frosted impaled with ice in some extreme messures of self defense, a swirling path of frost and wind eltched along the ground, the work humaniod inteligence, and clear sign of a Para-Ice Elemental, he is seen, blasting cold breezes of frost and wind, marking the trees with a phrase is scatted across the trees Ice-Breeze comes across which bore the notices, a rallying call, aswell as his willingness to join.

"As will I with a chilling flurry,
Rally and Band, Fellow Kin of Fury."

In his visits to the Shrine of Elistreae, Aedan would aid in the taking down and destroying of these notices, whenever possible. If others aren't around already doing it, at least. Likewise, in other accessible locations, Beryl would use the notices to wipe his arse before slapping them back up, or maybe somewhere nearby.

The posting at Kampo's remains poop-free and stapled up, thanks to Frugdar

A large half-orc is vicious looking armor and a chultan woman wearing little more than scraps from an exotic animal are seen frequenting Kampos more often. Occasionally they are joined by a huge orgrillion and the easily recognizable Frugdar.

A simple note is found, posted under one of these notices, more specificly, under the one protected by Kampo's, the paper is frigidly white and frosty, the letter written in a plain simple handwriting, simple and to the point, the author, uncaring for who knows or does not know or reconize the name supplied, not hiding behind any aliases, or false names no one would know, simply laid a message and went on, regardless of any reprocussions.

"I have been tasked to speak with you. Find me at your earliest Convience.'
- Ice-Breeze, of The Frozen Hand

Upon a rarer visit to Kampo's Storehouse a dark clad human female covered head to toe saw the posting and thought to respond after a moments pause. The unlikely ominous figure left a brief note written with what had to be red ink or blood.

I may find you. - AZ

The massive half-orc is seen speaking in hushed tones with a dark clad female. No one knows what is said as any present steer clear of the pair.

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