*placed right next to the signs advertising hoar, in the noway inn*

Garagos demands blood

The ecclesia of hoar has stated that half-orcs may become more through its church, but Hoar is about preserving balance through revenge. If your son is killed, Hoar teaches that you should kill your enemy's son. An eye for an aye. Garagos teaches that you should deliver to your enemy a disaster, war and destruction. Lord Wiltun himself has built his rule through war, it is the only way to change your station in life. This I know from direct experience.

Join the Brothers of Blood, faithful of Garagos, fulfil your destiny. Violence is the most powerful force on Toril, use it and forever learn to better your use of it. Find our travelling shrine, follow the trail of blood.

Red wine for the blood god!

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Wyjyn: Loving all of you (and above all Disco) since 11 Jan 2007.

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I keels u with my axe!

"Do ye know where the Holy-Flamin' Frost-brand Gronk-slayin' Vorpal Hammer o' woundin' an' returnin' an' Shootin'-Lightnin'-out-yer-bum is?"

Seeing the notice Rikkudai shakes his head

Ah Its a shame foolish people can be litterate

He walks into the Inn, orders an Ale for himself and one in a tin bowl he presents to the innkeeper, walking outside and setting it on the ground some distance away, he sits on the ramparts and watches who might be coming through to read the sign.

Divine Reciprocity, these fools cannot even grasp something so straight forward, what am I to expect from those who bloodshed for bloodsheds work

He begins to pen down desriptions and reactions for those that read the sign, Khan at his heels laying on his side, his side heaving with each mammoth breath. Rikku places a hand on his friend to comfort his sleep.

Luthor will need this

Settles himself in for a long wait, breathing gently and easily, using the skills of making himself as his surroundings.

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The Peacock wrote:

[GreatPigeon] is better than me.

*A bloodied and rusted dagger is stuck through Calin's letter, then another is posted*

There are no rules in war, those that follow rules in war destine themselves to be forever weak. You are mistaken in regards to the Lord Wiltun. The blood of the war knights will flow in the name of Garagos, true lord of war. Each day the Brothers of Blood grow in power and number. I, the Divine One, do not have matter adding my name to this. The red star of Garagos will outshine Tempus and his wench knight.

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Wyjyn: Loving all of you (and above all Disco) since 11 Jan 2007.

*Calin simply writes a few letters on top of the most recently written letter*

"If you don't run away."

*He chuckles to himself*

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I keels u with my axe!

"Do ye know where the Holy-Flamin' Frost-brand Gronk-slayin' Vorpal Hammer o' woundin' an' returnin' an' Shootin'-Lightnin'-out-yer-bum is?"

Posted over the parchment, and any of the other writings left by others, is a piece of aged parchment. Stamped at the bottom with the Wiltun Jarldom Seal.

Let me make this very clear. Lord Wiltun is not a man of slaughter or of chaotic destruction. My liege will rule his domain how he sees fit and anyone believing that wars do not occur is a fool. The Wiltun people are both proud and hearty, ever prospering under his guiding hand. My Lord, Lord Arsant Wiltun is the sole sovereignty of the Fortress Wiltun and as such any claims by any faction over another within his domain are null and void. His word above all else is the law. His commands are to be followed to the utmost letter.

And as for this grudge between the War Knights and the followers of Garagos. We pride ourselves upon our understanding and accepting of any and all religions whether they be devotees of Hoar, Tempus or Garagos. But you, who step into the walls of this great fortress, are visitors. Therefore, act accordingly. Legislation against adventurers has not been made and to force the authoritative hand of his Excellency would not bode in your favors. We hold to our pledges of tolerance to those who will obey our laws.

Keep your squabbling, your bickering and your battles outside of my home. And if you are not man or woman enough to hold your blade to your hip or you spells to your mouth and keep a cool head even in the face of opposing opinions, then your place is not in Wiltun.

My Lord has been more than accommodating to the ever encroaching and ever broadening selfish actions of the adventuring populace. Be kind, be courteous, and above all else FOLLOW THE LAW.

~Sir Avadon. Knight of Wiltun and servant of Lord Arsant Wiltun~