*This finds its way to Underport, Kampos and Tarkuul. It's written in Commmon on the back of Find Traps scrolls.*

Cult members who seek those with silvery blood, your ill deeds have reached my ears. I now hunt you and you will pay for your transgressions. So run and hide little mice, you stand no chance against me. Underport is not yours to use as a hunting ground.

*The description of the one who posted these would be that he was the height and shape of an elf or drow male. A horned helm, heavy armor and the hilt of a largish sword jutting up over his left shoulder.*

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2015 Mr. AMIA with the Fabulous Estara ~ 2015 Best Developed SOB Character: Rith'tar

*A notice is placed in Kampo's Storehouse beneath the original*

Dear Fearsome Warrior,

We're sorry to hear that you consider the act of saving those in mortal peril to be 'ill deeds', but alas, the rumour-mill is vicious indeed and there's little to be done about controlling it once it's in full form. If you'd care to meet and discuss these troubling matters, please do make note of a suitable time and place, and we'll make ourselves available to you for a conversation. We certainly hope to put your mind at ease about all this, but if that's not possible, at the very least, it'll save you the effort of hunting us down to put us to the sword. Looking forward to hearing from you!

Love,

Dennis

*Any witnesses would note that the reply was placed by a human male in platemail, a full-helm and a long purple cloak embroidered with a silver star*

*A note is added to Dennis' by a woman dressed in grey and black with a light step and eyes completely obscured by black cloth under a helm.*

Whereas some seem to be taking exception to what you do,
I would be quite interested in learning more.
If you would be amenable to meeting,
simply let me know when is convenient.
You need only leave a date and time with my name on it
with the courier near the Sandy Beach by the carts.

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In Tarkuul the Keeper takes some of his time to adress mortal concerns within the City.

Those who enter the City are protected by and obligated to follow the laws of the City. Your threats are not welcome here. However, you are free to adress your concerns to the council of Tarkuul.

Signed,
The Keeper

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Life should be prolonged only when it serves the greater cause of the death of the world.

*The notice in Tarkuul is immediately taken by the very same one who put it up.*


*And this is added to the note from Dennis.*

To the Dennis, I am in Underport.

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2015 Mr. AMIA with the Fabulous Estara ~ 2015 Best Developed SOB Character: Rith'tar

Rumors have started to be spread bout a man once known as a farmer and adventurer. Some say it might be the one called Jester has been seen walking the the roads of Amia solemnly talking to him self his crops in Cordor have been neglected. In one of these many rumors a boy was carrying some wood from the forest to back to his farm. And found a figure sitting between the roots of a great tree. The boy thought this figure to be dead as he was obviously ambushed and attacked by something or someone. As the boy went to investigate this most recent of ambushes; just outside the dale. The boy was terrified as he saw the man meditating or entranced and coming back from the dead as silvery blood began to ever so slowly reconstruct the cavity in his chest. The boy tells of his eyes one was natural like a brown and the other was horrifically silver tinted and pulsing from brown to silver the same silvery glint that was in his blood. The figure look up to the boy. "RUN, I am infected with a parasite RUN NOW!" when the boy had returned with a powerful cleric all that was left A breast plate sliced in half no blood nothing. The armor was completely customized and even had the name Jester etched on the inside of the chest plate and the signature of a tailor in Cordor.

[Investigation: As they went to speak to the tailor in south Cordor he explains working on the piece many months ago and recalls a down to earth man with a great smile and the looks of a philosopher and he would of noticed if Jester had silvery eye's. Tailor: "He was the farmer who was excited about making it as an adventurer as normal as can be"]

At night in the same forest some rumors call about a man yelling and screaming in madness, and echos of have started to frighten traders in the area as they seem to get more frequent and worse each passing month. Same say the forest has been haunted by werewolf, others say a witch cursed him with silver, other says the witch used silver to make him mad. These rumors and many more have been told about the forests and roads through out the Island from shore side to shore side.

A few months after the boy's tale: On one of the posters listed for the "cult" has the red jokers card from a deck of cards nailed into a tree. Found in the Cordor forest near the goblins. In the same place it is very obvious a lot of aggression was expressed as tree trunks are dented from punches and kicks but no signs of blood. *One tree that was a thick as a man stands limp as it was bent by the repetitive striking near waist level of an average human. Even though such damage would break a mans leg or fist, and leave blood, but there is no sign of blood*

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Discord Rose Dragon#6503

*A cloaked figure appears from the shadows reading the notices, he slips a few in his pocket before he walks away from the notice board in a settle movement.*

*Pinned left on the board is simply two numbers "42"*