AMIA ARCHIVE • View topic - [Everywhere excl Underdark] Disciples of the Shadow!

Various notices written by many hands - likely conscripting help to get the notices written and shared around - make their ways into the various noticeboards and military warning placards around the Isle of Amia, and the surrounding isles.

Attention people of Amia!

There is horrible news for you all to know, deeds of a'foul comitted by the very denizens of the Shadows. Their lives born to destruction, cruelty, malice and the perpetual loss for those within their wake. So long they have lived in the safety of their shadows, their lives serving only to ruin that of another.

But no more, for the vile plot of Shar has been revealed, and her disciples - Now no longer a mystery. Though be afraid, for you too may find yourself forever troubled by the closeness of these people. A friend, a companion, or perhaps even your family - playing the cards to bring ruin to all around them.

The Sharran base has remained within Cordor's own streets for years, disguised as a home for the Knights, and a place where every one of their members can act in percieved safety - hidden beneath the noses of those whom seek safety and peace for the worlds. This place is known as the Lodge, and it lairs within Central Cordor - and I can lead you to this place without fee should you wish for the evidence of your own gaze.

Personnel;

Ray Rogers, perhaps the oldest of them all, still works as a member of the Sharran sect - despite his proclaimed affiliation with those of the Church of Bane. His lies and deciet have brought a foul disrespect to the god of tyranny and law, and his actions bring far worse for his involvement in the Amian Forest Fires. Spotted not only within the base, but performing ritual occurances and inductions within his base, it is clear that this man is one of rank.

Kell Morgan has lived for years under his disguise, but today it shall be revealed to you. For his years serving as a Winyan Councillor, this man has been working for the Sharran sect - those whom knew of this fatal piece of information sworn to secrecy through the use of foul, sharran curses and geas'. In his attempts to spur a greater rivalry between the elven city of Winya Ravana, and the naturalists of Amia Forest, he participated and played his hand in the very destruction of said forest. His alibis all fell, his stories riddled with holes, and his own involvement coming to a proven fruition.

Our fair and just 'Sir Avadon' likewise plays to the Sharran tune, his life built upon the organized murder and elimination of innocents. His guises are many, but his earnesty is not - to the point where he has created numerous binds with people upon this isle, only to tear them up from beneath, and utilize them as mere tools. A regular at the Sharran base, this individual may claim innocence - however it has been proven time and time again that this man is not only affiliated - but a proud and honorary member of the church.

Surely you all remember the posts and notices by the notorious name of 'Tailor', a man seen to be without a face - however for a man that lives in such viels, it should be no surprise that he operated for the lady of the night. He is an elven male, often garbed in pale browns or tans, presenting a jovial face to the world through those raven locks. Though do not be fooled by such guises, for again this man can be proven upon but a moment's notice.

Though of course there are members to be surprised of. The rotten little Svirfneblin known to many as 'Patches', surprisingly, is a part of this infamous sect - his operations being so open as to dissuade the attention from others towards him.

Perhaps you do not believe me upon merely reading this notice, and that is your choice - however any proof can be shown readily and without delay. Do not be fooled, denizens of Amia, for these days people exist to bring ruin however best they may.

Yours Cordially,
Earylduil Na'fairel

While on an errand in Cordor, Vaelmith takes this notice and murmurs, making his way back to the Monolith.

Ailahra simply nods to herself as she returns to the Monolith.

On the day this notice appears, there is no urban warfare training session for the Guard. West Cordor is quiet and peaceful.

*A familiar redheaded bard just stands there...mouth gaping.*

A man clad in heavy mail, midnight black and deep emerald, marches through Cordor West en route to one of three homes in his possession. He halts, brow knitting as a poster catches his eye. Resator O'Caariel promptly tears it down.

"Lies and slander," are all he utters, stepping off, subtley enraged.

Darby rips down every single poster she sees, which prolly is nowhere near enough to make a difference or as many as she Wants to.

She can be heard to be loudly cursing in common and elven, sounding much like the sailor she is. Glaring at anyone and everything as she shreds the posters before moving on.

These lies, spread by a supposedly well wishing member of the elven people, are nothing but weak attempts at slandering my personality. For some, to me unknown reason, Sir Na'fairel thinks poorly of me, why I cannot say, I barely know of him.

So, as to not have the mud he throws stick, I challenge him to prove his claim, with these simple words.

I am no elf.

Tailor.

As he posted copies of this notice by the western gates of Cordor, the harbour of Wharftown and the outside of Uhm's city wall, he didn't appear to be nervous about the revelation of his faith. Anyone approaching him to talk, however, would be waved off politely.

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The same blonde half-elf sorceress seen removing the Crimson Arcanists' poster reads this one, a slow smirk curling across her lips. She shakes her head, simply walking away, chuckling; it's all she can do not to burst into laughter.

For her part, the red-headed once-priestess says nothing. Her own guilt in the matter is well known to her, but Master waits for no man, and Iaide insists she train.

So she trains.

*word reaches the Lich within his office in the Tower of the Damned*

Ahh, so finally, the truth be revealed. Darthion, that great Heretic, in league with the Sharrans, the Church of Bane humiliated.

Such was as mineself told the Imperceptor of the Church, but to no avail... and Avadon. Oh, yes, tis been some time since mineself suspected, tis not simply yet time to take advantage of that fact.

Tis not time now, e'er. T'will be soon... soon.

Cordor seems to be home to more than one center of corruption... how interesting that we would be visited recently by the Ministry of Magic.

Engage our spy network.. mineself wishes to see how this will .. play out.

*it goes back to studying the ancient, evil looking tome upon its desk*

Jaco views the poster and grins.

"Bet Tailor's laughing up this fame."

*Unheard voices in Tarkuul, which no one can respond to, have apparently turned Darthion into the greatest heretic of all time.*

A haggard Wiltun Knight in a Mystran cell puts ink to paper.

*A green clad elf, armor and clothing consisting of leather, knotted vines and leaves assorted throughout it takes notice of the post. With a deep growl he heads to the now burnt forest*

Illithira Frostmaiden sees the notice and grins, laughing to herself.

"Always knew that Kell ap Morgan were a corrupted one...and they call us snow elves "traitors", they need to look at their own kindred first, before pointing the finger at us!"

A Hin spots one of these notices in Wharftown. Her face remain straight, although, to those who know her, they would know that she surely is boiling up inside. She takes the notice down and places it in her bag. She opens up a portal and vanishes into it.

Silithia see's one of these notices and takes a copy of it. She rolls it up along with a note and then heads down to the docks. Handing it, along with some gold coins, to the dockmaster.

"I want this scroll, on the next ship to Sembia and the additional coin is for a courier the other end. It must reach its destination, is that understood?"

The dockmaster nods and takes the scroll.

"So, Sharran's are operating on these shores too....this place is more interesting that I first thought..."

With that, she walks off to the West Gate.

*A green-haired hin updates the entries in her book of characters.*

The pale man is speechless but not breathless.

How shocked she was when she had been told... How dismayed. How... Afraid. Estreia had been afraid for some time now... Ever since she began her own little personal crusade to lighten the colors in her eyes. But that had topped it--suddenly she was seeing corruption of innocents and--

But not anymore. As Estreia passes by one of the posters, her red gaze travels along it's entire length. She only shakes her head. Avadon had been her friend, Kell her elder for a time. But no longer. If these words were true--and she knew better then to doubt Earylduil, though all beings could make mistakes--she would not allow herself to fall again.

It saddens me to see your name, Avadon, Kell. But here and now, I /refuse/ to let myself go again. As you fall... so shall I rise.

And with that, a black robe-clad elf turns and walks away, her red eyes filled with determination.

No public response could be seen from Kell, but instead walking, rather running in apparent fear of his life to the Temple of the Seldarine, where he prays, and speaks to Vilmandel after recieving a letter from him.

For so long a mask has been worn, the night sweetly embraced us, it's sweet caress bringing us closer to her for her will is all. This day the cards have finnaly been shown a game comes to an end, but also a new one begins.

You people think to judge us, yet you know nothing of us. The light that blinds and corrupts your souls will never last. Born into this world from nothing, from the darkness, leaving this world of corruption and light you again embrace the dark. Willingly or not you will all come full circle and feel the darkness once more.

This is not the end, but merely the start. Children of the mistress, the burden is gone the isle of Amia has made a wish to know her work, to know her will, let it be so let the game begin. For the fire that still smoulders was but a rebirth, allthough I may now be known that does not mean you should follow my steps carrying the fight into the light. Shroud yourselves deeper than ever before, and carry fourth her will, but one cell fell this day let there be no more.

I commend your work Earyduil, the game was intense I lost myself in my personna's. A mistake I will not make again.

To the heretic that I was blind to, Avadon your heart will be hers, this day I make this promise I will not rest to you have fallen. To my slave kell, it was a shame you finnaly found a way to break the bound, a shame that you also will never remember how much you saw, how much you could have helped your fellow heretics.

My dear patches, not even knowing what you stumbled onto, I doubt i'll ever get you back into the circle to take your heart, you pathetic mystran's never are truely aware of your sorroundings.

Mr Mago wrote:

*Unheard voices in Tarkuul, which no one can respond to, have apparently turned Darthion into the greatest heretic of all time.*

*many individuals begin discussing the topic the lich brought forth, asking why such was said*

"Why do you say such, DreadLord? Why do you consider him such a heretic?"

*the Lich would look up, placing its gloved hand upon the ancient and evil looking tome upon its desk almost lovingly, and pause a moment before answering*

There are many things as DreadLord mineself might look past, but dereliction of duty and breaking thy oath to the Black Hand is not one of them. Darthion Illys, before he was an Imperceptor of Bane, was one of the Malevolent fist.. did thou know? Then, later, he became Imperceptor for a time.

The Temple itself came under assault, and most of the guardsmen and clergy defeated. At that time, when he could have stood, and likely fallen, for his God, to show he had no fear, save against the Black Hand itself...

then Imperceptor Darthion Illys fled the Temple itself..

*the lich stomps its staff a single time, the tip flaring as if in anger*

HE RAN when it was under direct attack, and had soldiers breaching its very walls.

*its emphasis on this last sentence was unmistakable*

The Spiritual Leader of the Church of Bane, the Lord of Hatred and Fear, RAN from his temple like a frightened woman. He allowed it to be defiled by those Defenders and Lamp-lighters, and in his cowardice did break his oaths as Imperceptor and as an Malevolent Fist.

And then? He disappears ... no one knows what becomes of him, leaving the Church and its clergy after inciting almost every group of lamp-lighters to come after them?

If it were not for Arturus.. the Chuch would likely not exist today.

Then he returns after many months, spending precious little time in the Banite Temple, but much time in yon Wiltun...only as of late, when Katsumi took Imperceptor, did he suddenly re-appear... but should thou hear Darthion tell the tale, t'would be he hath been here since before all, stalwartly defending the ideals and principles of Bane.

The reality is that Darthion Illys is nothing but a simple-minded murdering thug who cowers inside a metal suit to prevent all from seeing the truth. If Bane cared truly for this Isle in the least, the Black Hand himself would have struck Darthion down for such blasphemy. Now, as is evident in the laughable state of the Banite Clergy, tis obvious Bane cares nothing for the Isle of Amia.

Why would he? What has Darthion done to inspire Fear? Or Tyranny?

=No one= fears Darthion, save himself.

=No one= fears the Banite Clergy, save themselves.

*those gathered nodded their heads in contemplation, unable to argue or find fault, as would be expected, with the Lichs logic

... atleast in its presence*

Arturus reads the letter and seeks out his friends to inform them of the jolly news that Ray's true identity is as he was saying all along, praising his Lord Bane as he does so.

Oskar reads the note and realy couldn't give a sh*t either way.

Cerestan reads the note and goes to seek out his friend, Frey, for advice on how this news will be handled.

Metalien reads the note, not realy seeing anything on there that he didn't already know or suspect (with the exception of Avadon) and goes on his way as usual.

The following notice is stamped bellow Eary's.

"It would indeed be appreciated if the proof could be named and if necessary shown before one dares to besmirch the good name of individuals of the standing of Sir Avadon of Wiltun and Kell Morgan of Winya. Unless this is a very ill joke, you will do so immediately."

The letter remains unsigned.

And so speaks Lord Darthion Illys, creator of the Church of Bane on the Amian Islands, converter of the once blind and ignorant Frey. Frey, a lost and pitiful elf, hoping to reach immortality in hopes of glory and recognition, yet received none... and in return cries himself to sleep over that simple fact. Frey, the one little elf who Darthion recruited to the True faith, and who later betrayed it.

And so speaks Lord Darthion Illys, to the few who were forced to attend his speach, in numerous parts across the Amian islands. For few would come willingly. Knowing the power and threat the Dread Inquisitor represented. Few would dare oppose, as the Black Knights of Bane would drag them along, fearing for the lives of their families, and themselves.

And so speaks Lord Darthion Illys, as he once again hears of lies and slander from a skimpy coward. Yet this one not hiding in Cordor, but Tarkuul. Where his skeletal remains have been gathering dust and mold for years.

And so speaks Lord Darthion Illys;

"My fellow brothers and sisters of the Amian islands.

For far too long, have I ignored the presence of the lich known as Frey. The speaker of the Tarkuul Council. The one who likes to think of himself as the puppet master, when he is... in reality, a manipulative, lying, deceiving worm.

He could just as likely have been part of noble Earylduil's recently published list of Sharrans. Or he could just as likely be part of the Cyricists, from his deceiving and treacherous ways. We all know, after all, that the city of Tarkuul has gladly accepted those of Black Sun faith, and that the speaker of the Tarkuul Council, Frey... the lich himself, have had numerous audiences with Cyricists, speaking of alliances and malicious deeds in causing chaos.

Such are not we... the Holy and sacred followers of the Black Hand. We seek order. Order and peace. As well as prosperity. Not chaos.

We despise the chaos which Frey represents. As does the True God, Bane.

Bane despises Frey.

Frey... unfortunately, has a bad habit of trying to undermine those he considers himself inferior to.

Such as me, Lord Darthion Illys, righteous Dread Inquisitor of Bane.

I took part in the rising of the Tarkuul City. I was a chosen, by the city, to be on the council. Frey made himself speaker. Thinking that he would gain some importance. At the time, we cared little about it. We gave Frey that cookie, of thinking that he would make a difference. Not until we left the Tarkuul Council, and Frey brought in others, simple minded, easily manipulated, managed he to betray the city itself, by stipulating power in his favour.

Frey has tried to use the City of Tarkuul as his personal playground and tool, for along time.

After all... he made use of Tarkuul, when he participated in the attack on the Kohlingen Outskirts, when undead came tumbling down the hills of the Kohlingen Manor, causing destruction and death.

After all... he made use of Tarkuul as he unleashed the Undead plague upon Khem. Oh yes... he brought destruction, death and sickness upon the desert. All the time, with Tarkuul supporting him.

Frey claims to follow Bane, but in reality, he is but a simple wizard. A rather unskilled one, at that. He has no divine insight. Bane abandoned him long ago, yet he still seems to believe that he has Bane's favour.

I pity him. I truly do.

Hidden in his little undead city, Frey believes he can speak on behalf of the Black Hand.

Frey is no one. He has no influence on the True faith, and none of you need to worry, for he won't ever have it.

Frey... being the Banite he claims himself to be, once betrayed the faith. In the construction of the former temple, he never fullfilled his ends. He did import the slaves from Zhentil Keep, which I riled up and disciplined. But it was all former Imperceptor Gurth's doing. Frey never payed for the temple, as he had said he would.

Lies and deceipt. Such are the ways of a Cyricist.

Arturus... the one who has his nose so far up Frey's skeleton arse that even a necrophile would be envious. He... is the greatest heretic of all.

He betrayed His Church when the temple was attacked. He fled to Tarkuul, seeking safety. Hiding like the evil lich.

He swore he would give himself to trial, once Katsumi no longer was Imperceptor. Instead, he tried to make another betrayal.

Arturus Etuul was heretic, when he gave himself the title of High Imperceptor. Those few who opposed him, knowing the malicious deeds he had commited, were silenced.

And so began the most unsuccessfull leadership of the Church in history.

The combined incompetence of Frey and Arturus lead our glorious Church into ruin.

But now, we can rest assure.

Imperceptor Tharivar, and Dread Inquisitor Illys, will provide order and peace. As we are true to the faith, loyal to the Church... and eternal servants of the Black Hand."

And so spoke Lord Darthion Illys, revealing the truth, ending the lies and slander, and the pitiful and oh-so-tedious attempts of a puny elf, trying to stir things up in Tarkuul.

And so spoke Lord Darthion Illys, when he exposed Frey for what he is. A hidden coward, causing pain and suffering for everyone across the Amian islands. With no intentions of order and peace. Just skeletons and mischief.

And so spoke Lord Darthion Illys, when he once again ensured the populace that True forces of good, the Black Knights and servants of Bane, would keep them safe and orderly.

And so spoke Lord Darthion Illys.

The newly arrived Rath looks over the notice with gleeful excitement. After jotting down the names of a few select individuals, he makes way to his room at The Nomad.

Sitting on a hillside overlooking Cordor, an elven figure in white and gold monk's robes leans against the elf next to her, red hair tied away from her face, green eyes scouring the page, a frown curving her full lips.
"You look disturbed, my child. Why?"
She sighs, shaking her head and tucking a lock of red-gold behind a beringed ear.
"Because, master. The lich is a bastard...Arturus is a worm...Darthion is a pompous, self-important windbag...but despite what they've done, now that I'm free of Bane, I can't help remembering them fondly. I know any one of them, Darthion and Yenian included, would kill me without a second thought...but they're my friends. Such as I have."
He clasps her shoulder gently, shaking his head.
"Sometimes, little one, we must let go of the past, no matter how it pains us. In the end, the benefits outweigh the small pains of release."
She nods.
"I hope so, Master..."

It had all been a lie. They had all been manipulated, all for one person's gain. The Wiltun Knight sat in the Mystran Cell where the whisper of the arrival of Wiltun's warship had reached his ear. Diplomacy and reason would take its turn, but it might be too late.

"I'll never forgive you for the mess that you have made and the lies that you have spread, elf. You'll pay."

N'aer took a look at the posters briefly with a tilted head, but simply scowled and walked away. She did not know any of those written on the poster, but figured as the Banites seemed to be involved, it was best if she stayed away.

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Riala raised an eyebrow and scowled. "This is one battle is going to stay far away from...Though is not quite sure is believe the words against Avadon..." With that, she walked towards the Temple of Love, to fulfill her duties as the assistant priestess of Sharess, with a grim determination to stay the hell away from this conflict.

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As N'tala heard the rumours and talk of the poster, the sea elf simply shrugged. "Winya had been for a long time going corrupt and blind...Though this little detail is still...Unexpected."

*Amontep takes a look on Earylduil Na'fairel's post at Wiltun and add another note on it*

Renais Whiteheart, leader of the Dwanguard has a symbol of Shar with her. Bastard baby killer.

*It was not signed*

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Sir Earylduil Na'fairel's accusations against the man named Raymond Rogers have been confirmed by his own confession to the allegations. He now wears the symbol of Shar and has stated to my person in the Temple of Shar itself that he was and is a member of the Church. It has also been revealed and confirmed through the gathering of information that Raymond Rogers is responsible for the burning of the amian forest, along with Kell Morgan, also a confirmed through Raymond Rogers, who is also a follower of Shar.

However, the allegations against sir Avadon of Wiltun are false due to the lack of research conducted by Earylduil Na'fairel. He was a spy in their ranks and it is because of this that Raymond Rogers now has sworn vengeance upon the honorable Knight of Wiltun, wishing and I quote "to destroy his soul". He has not murdered or eliminated innocents, and that accusation is baseless as it is dishonorable to accuse a person of sir Avadon's standing such crimes without -any- presentation of evidence, especially after it was requested. It is also a slander against the City of Wiltun to do so.

This was confessed, checked and is with absolute certainty the truth. We shall assume, as I shall not conduct baseless accusations myself, that sir Earylduil Na'fairel has done a simple mistake out of haste to protect the isle. It would be the honorable thing to do to recant the accusation against sir Avadon of Wiltun immediately, at least as a small gesture and apology to have drawn him into this matter in the first place.

This is my word, and as a being forged by law itself, something I cannot break knowingly.

Earylduil doesn't have a response for any of the notices, at least not publically - though those whom encounter him in person find that his certainty in each claim remains untouched, if not bolstered... Often thumbing a rather strange looking set of lockpicks on his hip contemplatively.

Vaylek was present at Darthion's speech giving, his words seeming to empower and excite him.

Sporting the symbol of Bane, and often seen with new recruits, Vay is constantly buzzing around, seeming to do Bane's work while the island gossips about a few Sharrans.

He seemed mostly indifferent to Eary's notice apart from the accusation against Ray, which was an emotional revelation for him, causing spurts of curses and the kicking of nearby things.

It's very much like the denizens of this isle to ignore truthful information given in good will. People feared the horde, they feared the demons from the abyss. However the single greatest threat to this isle is nothing short of pure stupidity.

-Signed
Xal

Any in Wharftown during dusk that day would have witnessed a scarlet- faced albino woman tearing out of the Slanty Shanty in a blind rage, nearly cracking the door to the run down establishment as it crashed into the wall behind.

Most of the commoners would assume a lover's squabble.

Torin insists that (I swear!) it wasn't his fault.

Darby stops and stares at Alicera's notice with narrowed eyes, reading any other notes but then moving off without a word. She doesn't hide as she walks unless her angry glare isn't enough to chase people away, her hands never far from the swords on her hips.

A young man in a blue coat with quills of deep purple hair poking out from under his sunhat peers over the original notice with a frown of concern. He tilts his head this way and that, as if considering something. Finally, he produces a battered notebook and quill from his coat pockets and scrawls down a copy of the notice. He tucks the book away once more and swaggers off, mumuring to himself.

"If I wasn't a priest, I'd be cussin' his name to the skies right now."

A courier wearing the colors of the fortress Wiltun is seen moving across the isles, posting vellum parchment in the cities afflicted by the original propaganda.

Citizens of Amia,

I, Sir Avadon of Wiltun, wish to thank those of you who have made your voices heard to stand out against these lies, that have claimed me to be a servant of the bitch, Shar. Let it be known that though I remained incarcerated of MY own free will until my name was cleared, I never once saw any evidence brought to bolster the charges that were leveled against my name and the name of my Lord.

Let it be known that I am to stand trial at the monolith in a public forum. All shall be invited and welcomed. Though I hope that the accuser would do the lawful thing in matters such as these and state his case to the accused. It is sad that some are quick to judge subjectively rather than abide by any due process.

I write this as a declaration of intent. I shall clear my name and I shall do it without the aid of those who have offered me legal counsel. I thank Alicera Luciesa for her willingness to aid in the cause of justice but I neither requested nor ask for her aid. She has my thanks either way. The light of justice shall shine through the shadows that these lies and false accusations leveled upon myself, have created. Once all of the facts are laid bare, I hope then, and only then, you , the people of Amia, will decide for yourself the truth of this baseless slander.

In the name of His Grace, Lord Arsant Wiltun,

~Sir Avadon of Wiltun~

A small gilt-edged card is attached to the noticeboards in Cordor and Kohlingen and reads as follows:

Quote:

Life brings pleasure and brings pain
First one, the next, then back again
And while the last your days may darken
To Sharess's words I urge you hearken
In anguish you may pull your hair
But don't give in to dark despair
For in the morn the sun will rise
Revealing beauty to your eyes
The Goddess giveth without measure
And sorrow she defeats with Pleasure

I have accepted the request of his lordship, Lord Arsant Wiltun, to represent the through very questionable methods accused honored Knight Avadon of Wiltun. Hence, I reinforce my demand for the evidence to be provided at once, if it is expected to even conduct a trial at this stage, as currently it appears to be a fabrication to falsely indicate a supposed wrong doing of a man who has demonstrated the virtues of Wiltun, chivalry and honor.

The last request to do so has already been completely ignored by Sir Earylduil Na'fairel. As it has been put by Jud'Vardas of the Shrine of Elistraee, Sir Earylduil Na'fairel may be doing this solely out of his spite for those of infernal heritage. The only honorable thing here to do is either to provide the evidence itself immediately with no further pause, or to withdraw the claims at once and issue a formal apology to sir Avadon of Wiltun, his friends and family and to Lord Arsant Wiltun.

If there is even evidence, the only other reasonable alternative is that Sir Earylduil Na'fairel is withholding it to ensure no formal investigation can be conducted before trial, and hence attempt to cause more damage, which would also be amoral, as it would demonstrate a determination to shroud the truth and an intention to cause the most damage possible against my client.

At the current point it is frivolous to even expect a formal case to be brought against my client, Sir Avadon of Wiltun. Due to the nature of this case, I demand the Monolith of Mystra to conduct an evidentiary hearing to see if the accusations have even standing or if the whole matter should be dismissed at once.

a note is tacked below Alicera's.

Eary don mind no magots.
hangs out all over em in cordor.
longs there girl magots.

sounds like he jus thinks Avs a jerk. and hes right.

It's obviously Nelene's writing, she doesn't bother to hide her identity, though she doesn't sign it.

Citizens of amia,

Have you ever been wronged, ever felt a loss, looked directly towards the sun and had to turn your eyes away, the burning blinding you.

In the past weeks the church of the mistress of night was exposed, for years we have hidden in the shadows away from the light that corrupts. For years we have stood beside you and done the deeds you wished, no matter how small the deed, no matter how large we have done the deeds of retribution for -you-.

But now this isle wishes to know us, wishes to bring us the true bringers of justice forward. We cannot let this call for us to step forward go unanswered.

I speak to you adventurers,commoners and citizens alike, I see no difference between your hearts your souls your intentions. I see only those who follow my mistress and those who do not.

By the actions of those who brought us into the light, we will bring about change. Too long the shadows have been hindered, too long you have been guided by light, been corrupted by it.

The church offers you all but one chance to step away from the light into the safe haven of the darkness, into the sweet tender folds of my mistress. For when we come to act, when each and every candle is extinguished there will be no excuses no forgiveness. If you have wronged us, you -will- be found.

Be brave, be strong, step away from the shackles that bind you, step away from the light that blinds you. Step into the haven that we provide for -you- and be saved.

A simple, curt reply comes:

True bravery hides behind no mask.

- Vaelmith Starshower

"A reminder to all who seem to have forgotten. Shar has no domain over Shadows, and is in no way associated with those who serve the shadows. She is the Queen of Darkness, and though she and her worshippers may wish to add the domain of shadows to their list of domains, they thankfully do not have them, and never will. The shadows belong to Mask, and will forever belong to him. Do not confuse the two.

-Signed
Xal"

The Charges have been dropped!

I am relieved to inform you that the charges against sir Avadon of Wiltun have been dropped without prejudice. The prosecutor sir Earylduil Na'fairel has withdrawn his accusation against my client in all counts. Let there be no doubt, sir Avadon of Wiltun never was and never will be a follower of Shar. Any accusations which once were raised are false, and have now been admitted to be so with the withdrawl.

I wish to thank all the individuals who have helped uncover the truth of these accusations and all of those who have stood so close to sir Avadon and Lady Darby in these past weeks which were not only a test of their will power, but of their love and hope. The name of sir Avadon of Wiltun has been cleansed, and the city he represents may remain proud of itself, as its Knights are still the idols of their virtues.

I would encourage Alicera to check her claims prior to public announcements.

All evidence stands, and all claims continue to stand. It was by mutually beneficial agreement between the ruleship of Fort Wiltun and myself that the charges were formally dropped in a legal context, and thus the trial cancelled.

This is to best permit Sir Wiltun to conduct his own, personal, investigation as he is equipped and fit to do so.

~ Na'fairel.

The time to argue this case in a public decorum is over. I represented sir Avadon of Wiltun legally, and by the withdrawl of the prosecutions charges the matter has been settled legally, and thus the trial, as you have stated, is cancelled. If you wished to argue the merits or the truthfullness and relevance of your evidence you should have done so at trial. One does not withdraw the charges and then continue to see them in force as if they had relevance in a trial. I would ask that you as a former prosecutor now also to rest this matter, as I shall do, and leave the rest of this buisness to lord Wiltun. Our part has ended here.

Wouldn't it be the imperative of the trying body (that being the Jarldom of Wiltun) that should be making such formal announcements, and not one of the sides or the other?

- Vaelmith Starshower

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