*removed, check post below*
/*5 days start tomorrow at 8 PM eastern time. It will end Saturday, April 25th (8:00 PM eastern time)

@DMs, if ya need a reason for this rp, hit me up in a PM, cuz I'd rather not say here. If you deem this thread not acceptable, feel free to delete it. This message is similar to the other one, however the instructions are different, as well as the reward. Link to the other one ::::: http://www.amiaworld.net/phpBB2/viewtop ... highlight= ::::: //oh, and we do have the money to pay for this

@Anyone taking the job if they want, you have to have DM permission for assassinating people, and this one happens to be an NPC, so I guess double permission.

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Seen sauntering past the door, a certain half-dragon paused for perusal over the 'oppertunities' posted in the sanctuary. He hrmed, scribing down two which struck his interest. A rough sketch of the symbol, and the contents of the text within. Flipping to the next page, he also scrawled down one of the notices about a noble-lady looking for a 'Theater session' with a half-dragon or devil-kin willing to 'Play the part'.

Casually he slinked from the Sanctuary, strolling away after tucking the little black book into the front of his pants he moved to the subterrainian door, sliding up and out of it and appearing in the South in his beige and gilded lined garb, cloak flowing behind with a tell-tale ruby brooch.

He was seen wandering to the north towards Cordor East, after a brief stop over at the market-hall and purchase of some leather-straps, and a bucket filled with fresh fruit he paused outside the Hall, ripping one of the pages free from the book he folded it in half, and scribbled once more, folding it up and putting it in one of his bags at his belt.

After a minute he stepped over to the guard outside the Watch-house. "Hey Watchman, few jink in it for you if you tell me where The Amberstil Manor is.. I have a delivery of fruit and I'm a bit lost. "


"Hrm? Well.. thanks anyways... oh, there's a special letter in there for the Seargent see she gets it, we've a dinner date with one of the Wiltun Lords later this month.." he shrugged and tossed a bag from his belt to the guard. With that the half-drake wandered off, bucket in hand.


The guard then opened the bag, peeking inside, rummaging about for a moment. Shortly after he then stepped inside the watch-house. //Cleared by DM.


*The note, clearly ripped from a page reads across the folded front.*

The ladies in uniform are certainly popular. See the Captain gets this invitation, ASAP - Rras

Upon opening it, one would find an accurate, though not scribe-quality rendition of the new 'Job offer', in the Sanctuary, replete with Symbology.

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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.

//for future referance, can I declare an "advanced invisibility spell" and know that 'see invisibility' cannot pierce it?

A little Kobold dressed in all black, much like a Ninja, walks in and sees the notice. He reads it and shakes his head. He mutters in Draconic as he walks away.

Yet another wannabe Sharren announcing to the world: "I'm Sharren, look how evil I am!" Pfft... bunch of amateur idiots... Sharren my ass...

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My Characters:
Yuilith Kethil Menaiivan Garadeth

*Anasthia walks by and reads the notice, only to walk away laughing*

Walking up the sign, Ray's eyes the notice and sighs.

Seems ya didnt take the hint first time git, guess i'll have a face te face with ya.


*The notice is once again taken down, this time replaced with another*

Any and all job offers should be sent to management before being posted.

Regards,
Steward of the sanctuary,
Ray Rodgers,

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Ray's song! Thanks to Amarice, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ujzp9ffPwPM