*posted amidst the townships and places of Amia, often where less then savory folk gather and near places of heavy traffic*

Dear folk of this isle it has come to my attention there is a no small desire to see my former home of Wyrmhold rebuilt. As a noble man and man of the people I have been long in thought on this matter. I have come to the conclusion that with the rise of hatred towards non-humans, the oppression caused by the followers of certain deities and the iron fist of certain self righteous Amian city states that it perhaps is time that a place where folk of a certain, some would say skewed moral bent can call home, a place where they can be free from the accusations and mistrust of a world quick to label all who are truly unique and ambitious as monsters.

However you the people, you who would be Wyrmholds people must want your freedom, must be willing to give of yourselves for the freedom, the home, the place to call your own in this world. For not one stone shall stand unless you are willing to stand. You who would be with us, you masses of persecuted folk sick of places obsessed with calling you hateful and evil just because you see the world as it truly is, let your selves be named, let your selves be counted as the corner stones in rebuilding a nation of strength, freedom! *fallowed by the name King Drak'law Emberblaze writen in flowing common script*

*Atached to each post a quill of never ending ink and an empty place for names to be writen*

*Written in flowing common, the cursive perfected with crisp writing of well... a perfectionist* To the most grand of eminent reds upon the island I ask thee Sir how thou intends to deal with those most venerable bones upon thine ancestral lands. As thou knowest like-minded individuals have some issues with touching them as well as it would be of intrest to know and understand how thou plans upon preventing the actions of the past to occur once more... For I personally while supporting this idea do not wish to be blasted by metallic breath nor smote by fanatic followers of gods that I do not agree with.

-Signed,
A Supporter.

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Must I at length the Sword of Justice draw?
Oh curst Effects of necessary Law!
How ill my Fear they by my Mercy scan,
Beware the Fury of a Patient Man
-John Dryden, 1681

NOTE ATTACHED WITH THE SEAL OF BAHAMUT.

BEHOLD THE DARKNESS AMONG YOU, REGONISE IT AND DESTROY IT!

A god so blatanly evil, whos very existance in this world threatens all living beings with death or worse slavery under thier cromatic lords must not be allowed to exist here.
Do not let another darkness rise and rip apart that wich you hold so dear, they will pray on your loved ones and burn down your homes.
behold the nature of tiamat, and know what it is you tolorate if you let this site be reconstructed.

Tiamat concerns herself with spreading evil, defeating good, and própagating evil dragons. She enjoys razing villages, cities, or countries, but only as a diversion from more subtle,world-spanning plots. She is the villain who lurks in the shadows. Her presence is felt, but seldom seen.

Tiamat unfailingly demands reverence, homage, and tribute from her subjects.

Do you wish to see your purehearted daugthers given in tribute to cromatic dragons, do you wish to dig graves for those you love, simply because they carried love for thier fellow beings.

If not..then rise up, crush them before they gain a foothold, show them you care for your fellow beings, show them you will not let another threat to the world gain a foothold, such as tarkuul.
Be more than the passive watches that see the world burn down around you, there is great power in these lands, let us use it for good, let us protect the lives of those we love...i beg you..show love for the light, and push the darkness back.

AND TO THOSE THAT SUPPORT THIS.

Anyone who supports wyrmhold will be hunted down and burned, the vileness of the evil gods and thier minions will not be tolorated.

To support tiamat, is to aid tiamat, to aid tiamat is signing your own death warrent.

By the holy power invested in me, by the The Platinum Dragon, King of the Good Dragons, Lord of the North Wind, i hereby decree a week safe passage for any tiamat followers who seeks redemption, anyone who seeks a path in the light can turn themself over to the kohlingen guards and i will make sure you are judged fairly and a proper course of redemption is set for you, by the end of that week, all followers of tiamat, are sentence to death by the platinium knights.

The worship of tiamat is a crime against the light, one that merits death, make no mistake about it...we will come for you and you will be purified in death.

I do not make this post as a member of the ordo mortuus, the eternal order has dismissed me from my duties during the holy war.

Saisha Jai'diem, Paladin of bahamut, Platinium Knights.

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-Ja'acira Arrows'R'Us
-Balorin Wolfhammer- A dwarf so old he remember when the Beer stein was invented
Saisha Jai'diem Knight of bahamut, and abit of a looker

*a note in common and cursive*


Dear sir,
Feeling the letter on the paper i did get some of it but i would have to say please do not removed the bones from the Hollowed place build in the cliff i was there before i lost my eye sight. Though the grounds are holy i am a follow of Jergal and desturbing the final resting place of something that died there would cause of the reserection of the bones or worse gods rath of moving it. I would not mind helping out but removing those bones i will have to consider that grounds of death but building on the cliffs looking over the sight i would understand. thanks for reading.

Sighed,
Dberaitnhger Korvath

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Dberaitnhger Korvath
Death come to those that mistake life
Jaycen
The Eye of the Storm is calm but to most will find out that it will take a few seconds for that to pass
Jestin
Imbrace the Shadows of your distuction

wrath not rath

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Wandering across the isle of Amia, playing melodies on his flute, as is his way. The Tiefling Taog takes to looking at one of the message boards in some small town, spotting between the heavy plastering of notes of varioius kinds a new one. Taking to reading it, before after nay but twenty-five words have flashed passed his eyes that from disbelief his flute is let to fall to the ground.

'By the Cold! What fool! Why!? Which idiot would openly declair such as it is, an undertaking like this enterprise to be some sale of fanciful rings for the masses! And he who claims former mastering of that which I've only heard was great before my time upon these lands. Nay! Now I know and realise how and why and through which means it now lies ruined and hallowed made that into wastes. Such matters are not for the public eye, for every fool to follow blindly their in their blind ways to flock to and pervert. Does secrecy and wisdom mean nought to they!

Uncharacteristicly angry and outraged he slashes his rapiers across the notices, then to bring down the entire board before retreving his flute and walking on.

*Found scrawled beneath a posting in Cordor, with the symbol of a sillouette of a Dragon's head wreathed in flame.. seared next to it.*

Io's blood... you'll start a self-fulfilling prophecy with these actions. Don't feed the fire.

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Dwagin [Duh-wa-GIN] N. - 1a. Small and cute thingum, particularly fond of four legged scaled creatures of the metalic and chromatic varieties.

-Extraordinarily ordinary in the mostest of ways.

*not overly long after another letter of notice would fallow*

Dear peoples before you condemn me and my home or find yourselves accusing what you do not truly understand allow me to clarify a few points.

1. I do nothing illegal, my actions will be of economic and military value to all of the island, in fact reopening the Holds Obsidian mines to a preferred trade partner such as Cordor would enrich both our city states.

2. The flight and its mad schemes all occurred after my watchful hand was removed, though I respect and fear Tiamat as should all dragon kin I fallow Tchazzar a god of my homeland of Chessenta. Keep in mind that when I ruled the flight (whom had the original purpose of hunting a murderous prismatic dragon) I only made one military action and that was in regards to Benwick whom attempted to assassinate my beloved wife.

3. I have always been an avid supporter of this islands economy and held the welfare of towns like Wharftown in high importance, I have always extended the protection of my hold over such near by townships happily and readily.

4. To call us evil and start a crusade against a people that have done no wrong, drawn no blood or even acted in a way not in the interest of this island is cold blooded murder. I am a nobleman and a business man who will aggressively defend his interests. This hatred of me and others who only desire a home amidst a world that refuses to understand us is most disheartening.

5. If my hold or anyone who would fall under my dominion be struck down unjustly, that the repercussions will be swift indeed, and the fair city of Cordor who stands to gain so greatly from the trade and wealth of a rebuilt Hold must keenly consider how negatively a diplomat of my prowess and connections could effect its trade with wealthy foreign traders.

Anyone interested in speaking openly on the subject or who has grievance with me may speak with me freely at any time, as I said I do nothing wrong, illegal or against the powers that be in Amia, I just wish to enrich the islands Economy and provide a home for so many who have for so long felt with out one.

Dear noble supporter, I feel that the best way to remove the bones is to give Imperator back his body, after all he stopped the fight when it ran amok and certainly now that they are dead and I intend to ensure that such a foul array of unsupervised wyrms never troubles fair Amia again I think that giving the metallic wyrm back his life is an appropriate and fair action. Sadly if that is not the case, I will bury his bones in a manner fitting a dragon of his noble demeanor and courage so that I can rebuild and ensure that no Chromatic wyrm runs amok on Amia again.

*Written upon one of the notices in one of the seedier places the notices can be found is the following note, its fancifully written form oddly out of place.*

Ah, mister Emberblaze so it is the rebuilding of wyrmhold you seek? I must say that despite having spent little time there (due to circumstance and the tenuous nature of time) I found it to be a most acceptable place, thusly I see your venture as being both noble and worthwhile. As such I offer to you both the assistance of myself and my coin purse in any future efforts to rebuild.

-signed
Vandir of the eclipsed red moon.
*Scrawled bellow in fine writing is his contact address in underport.*

*a small, glowing globe of emerald green could be seen floating over the notice. Within minutes, one might have noticed a mist, rising from the ground, flowing up and out and around and finally obscuring the notice with it's volumous smoke within 5 foot radius until it disappears. The following note can be seen attached now, in non-descript pen*

Or these folk may come to Tarkuul, where the Living City already welcomes all who feel the oppressive moral weight of religious fanaticism.

Join those others who have found a home in the Living City, where one can seek knowledge without fear of retribution or death.

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"Come under the flag of truce, and brook no treason... for mineself is Death, and care not whom knows mine touch."
- Frey Asaid'De Majere

*a firey red sphere flickers from the writing of draks name sending a message back to the green*

Consider the value of allies and the stores of draconic magical lore that I can personaly share, not to mention the economic benifit and the united stand against the iron hand of Khol, Tarkull could become the bone white jewel of a new biter coast, perhaps even the capitol city.

*El'rid reads the notes and smiles with herself.* Maybe someone to restore the dragonkin of this island into his glory. Taimat, my Queen, my Goddess, maybe the time of changes are coming. Maybe my long existence will find a noble objective and my dedication to you will find he right path to walk in this world of men. May this Hold be rebuilt and may all the kins be proud and back into walking tall. In your name Taimat, always.

*she then write on the bottom of the note* You may count with my support. And Sire, I have heard of a Shrine by the old Hold, that is pretty much abandoned and could be easily taken and transformed into our home. Have you heard of the Shrine of Loviatar? I can help you to take over it and we can bring our kind there and start to organize once for all. From there we can grow strong.

Elrid Alloe,
Taimat's Fist

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