(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)
_________________ Ciroc Kilgrave: The patriarch of a family of covetors. Mournal the Guardian: A loyal killer for a mad mistress. Kuurg the Vandal: An inspiration to savage glory.
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Joined: 23 Sep 2012 Location: Western Australia (+8 GMT)
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
_________________ Elwyn Sabel - Laura Jarshall - Mordoc Ebonhand
Joined: 17 Dec 2013 Location: Just arrived from Korriban by Fury class Imperial Interceptor
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.
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2015 Mr. AMIA with the Fabulous Estara ~ 2015 Best Developed SOB Character: Rith'tar
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 the Azure, Zakharan Merchant-lord Most Fair and Master of the Desert Wind Loremaster Tukson Devers, Oghmanyte Wrestler of Knowledge and Child of the Passive Voice
(No tells for Rashad while I'm playing other characters please.)
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.
Joined: 23 Sep 2012 Location: Western Australia (+8 GMT)
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
_________________ Elwyn Sabel - Laura Jarshall - Mordoc Ebonhand
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~
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Account moved to LeathanKayne. Delen and Fosco will see ya on that one! (If you PM me on this, I likely won't see it for a long time >.>)
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.
_________________ Ciroc Kilgrave: The patriarch of a family of covetors. Mournal the Guardian: A loyal killer for a mad mistress. Kuurg the Vandal: An inspiration to savage glory.
Joined: 17 Dec 2013 Location: Just arrived from Korriban by Fury class Imperial Interceptor
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.
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2015 Mr. AMIA with the Fabulous Estara ~ 2015 Best Developed SOB Character: Rith'tar
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 .
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Xalibossk, Body Tamer & Terror Of The Underdark
Khuul-Khuum -Icy Heart Award 2014- Joint 2nd Best Developed 2014! Ordained Of Her Grace
Joined: 20 Apr 2008 Location: The downeaster "Alexa"
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~
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You think Magic is your ally... but you merely adopted the Art. He was born in it. Molded by it. Sometimes, an angel is simply a devil with better intentions.
*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
_________________ Rashad the Azure, Zakharan Merchant-lord Most Fair and Master of the Desert Wind Loremaster Tukson Devers, Oghmanyte Wrestler of Knowledge and Child of the Passive Voice
(No tells for Rashad while I'm playing other characters please.)
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.
_________________ Ciroc Kilgrave: The patriarch of a family of covetors. Mournal the Guardian: A loyal killer for a mad mistress. Kuurg the Vandal: An inspiration to savage glory.
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.
_________________ Ciroc Kilgrave: The patriarch of a family of covetors. Mournal the Guardian: A loyal killer for a mad mistress. Kuurg the Vandal: An inspiration to savage glory.
Joined: 11 Nov 2008 Location: In the land of liquid sunshine and coffee
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]
_________________ Thine taste in horrid footwear not withstanding, I did not say that thou were in fact an idiot, I merely implied that such things were self evident.
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.
_________________ Ciroc Kilgrave: The patriarch of a family of covetors. Mournal the Guardian: A loyal killer for a mad mistress. Kuurg the Vandal: An inspiration to savage glory.
(OOC - Life has been busy lately and I have a computer down at the moment but this is still happening)
_________________ Ciroc Kilgrave: The patriarch of a family of covetors. Mournal the Guardian: A loyal killer for a mad mistress. Kuurg the Vandal: An inspiration to savage glory.
Joined: 14 Dec 2009 Location: The Dark Side of the Moon
*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.*
Joined: 17 Dec 2013 Location: Just arrived from Korriban by Fury class Imperial Interceptor
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.
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2015 Mr. AMIA with the Fabulous Estara ~ 2015 Best Developed SOB Character: 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.
_________________ "The Skin is your costume, The Stage is The Enviroment!"
*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.
(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.
_________________ Ciroc Kilgrave: The patriarch of a family of covetors. Mournal the Guardian: A loyal killer for a mad mistress. Kuurg the Vandal: An inspiration to savage glory.
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.
Joined: 10 Jul 2015 Location: Reino de la Rosa Tacos
..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.
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.
_________________ Ciroc Kilgrave: The patriarch of a family of covetors. Mournal the Guardian: A loyal killer for a mad mistress. Kuurg the Vandal: An inspiration to savage glory.
Joined: 10 Jul 2015 Location: Reino de la Rosa Tacos
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.
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.
_________________ Ciroc Kilgrave: The patriarch of a family of covetors. Mournal the Guardian: A loyal killer for a mad mistress. Kuurg the Vandal: An inspiration to savage glory.
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