*Papers are scattered, posted, and placed on the ground,
They are not replaced if taken down*

My face is black,
My face is white,
My grin is silent in the night.

Breath is precious,
So mine I save,
Quiet as a church
And silent as the grave.

Some will speak and never be heard;
So I let my hammer spread my word.
Down it swings, down it crashes,
Crushing your bones and scattering your ashes.

I follow my Jester, I follow him blindly,
His grin is joyous but never kindly.
Where he goes, I will follow;
Because of him my chest is hollow.

I am he of Clubs, my name is Jack,
I am forsaken and can't go back.

I have three brothers; there are three more,
Our father the Jester, our mothers no more.

*The notes are each unsigned and dont seem to ask any questions or state anything too troubling, or outside the norm of Cordor. They simply "tell", in a somewhat foreboding manner.*

*Raz strolls down the street happily humming to himself. He sees the scroll on the ground bends down to pick it up. His smiles turns to a frown* Ohhh...this one not so nice *thinks to himself* Oh well...*crumbles up the note and throws it on the ground.*

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Bring out the Holy Handgrenade.

Chars
Snot'Raz'
Barik Sane 'Salandran'
Kresh
Zu'Dunz

*Weston skims one over since the large bold lettering catches his eyes. But in short order he just crumples up a few readily easy to pick off the street and tosses them into a waste bin accordingly on his way to the docks.*

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Weston Carter ~Salandran~ : Retired
Carters Leave Amia

Kendrix happens along and finds one of the notes, reading it over she claps her hands in innocent joy.

"Riddles! I h-hope I can solve these... um... th-the first one is C-Comedy and T-Tragedy. The White and Black masks... I th-think... the one who wrote is Comedy... if it g-grins... but um... I dunno about this second one... my ch-church IS a tomb..."

After a couple hours Kendrix comes back and leaves a note...

My face is black,
My face is white,
My grin is silent in the night.

All grins are silent, mister Comedy. Do you mean unlaughing?

Breath is precious,
So mine I save,
Quiet as a church
And silent as the grave.

I had trouble with this riddle. Maybe you are saying you do not speak?

Some will speak and never be heard;
So I let my hammer spread my word.
Down it swings, down it crashes,
Crushing your bones and scattering your ashes.

I don't think this is a riddle, but if it were... a hammer stands for justice. Justice speaks, but sometimes is never heard... are you a vigilante, mister?

I follow my Jester, I follow him blindly,
His grin is joyous but never kindly.
Where he goes, I will follow;
Because of him my chest is hollow.

Is the Jester your God? Maybe Hlal the Jester of the draconic pantheon? or Mask?

I am he of Clubs, my name is Jack,
I am forsaken and can't go back.

Why do you use a hammer?

I have three brothers; there are three more,
Our father the Jester, our mothers no more.

I think you might be part of a Church. Brothers in the divine sense. What Church? Please give us more riddles, mister.


~Kendrix of Jergal~

*More fliers are posted, bearing a different rhyme written in a separate hand. It also seems more...threatening.*

My face is red,
My face is white,
I reek of hellfire in the night.

I carry a sword and ax in hand,
I jump my way across the land.
I'll get your child, I'll get your mother,
I'll get you and your little brother.

My father is joyful, he always smiles,
A grin that'll stalk you for many a mile.
I am he of Hearts, my name is Jack,
And from the dark I will attack.

I speak lightly, I speak in verse,
Just like the caster of my curse.
I am but one, one of four,
Recruited by him to start his war.

My name is Springheel, the Jack of Hearts,
I follow he of the darkest arts.

*Raz again is happily walking in the streets of Cordor when again he notices another scroll he bend down and picks it up.* Ohhh *frowns* Not agian this one is really start to scare Raz. Me hopes to not run into dis one. *shivers casts greater invisibility and vanishes*

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Bring out the Holy Handgrenade.

Chars
Snot'Raz'
Barik Sane 'Salandran'
Kresh
Zu'Dunz

*A new riddle joins the other two; it seems as if the new riddles are replacing the old ones, as the older ones are taken down and thrown away*

My face is white,
My face is black,
I laugh from dusk until dawn's crack.

I sing my song and I laugh along,
Dancing daggers both short and long.
I love my Jester, he made me strong,
And I love your pain, it can't be wrong.

I laugh in the evening,
I laugh in the night,
I laugh in the dark 'ere morning's light.

My grin is gleaming, it bears my sin,
It seems to hide my pointed chin.
My teeth are grleaming, sharp and white,
They bracket my laughter in the night.

I am he of Spades, my name is Jack,
Watch my smile fade from white to black.

*Lisselle come across the last poem and reads it..* woooo sinister poetry.. fun fun...*then she changes things a bit.. grinning*

My face is white,
My arse is black
Ripe and ready for a smack

*laughs as she writes it*

I sing my song and I laugh along,
Dancing daggers both short and long.
I love my Jester and his sarong.
And I love to be spanked on my ding-dong.

*ha!, has a very mischievous face as she writes it*

I laugh in the evening,
I laugh in the night,
I laugh in the dark 'ere morning's light.

My grin is dreaming it bears my skin
It seems to hide a tiny hin
My teeth are beaming like a light
They dance and glitter in the night

I am he of Spades, my name is Jack,
Watch me getting a smack.

*after she finishes she let go of the page and fly away grinning happily with her prank*

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Del's Characters Entry - Amiawiki.

*A fourth riddle appears shortly after the third, written yet another hand; One of the four in this merry band.*

My face is white,
My face is red,
And in the night you'll feel my dread.

I deal in silver and in gold,
My smile glitters oh-so-bold.
I carry wealth, I carry gems,
And still my greed is ne'er stemmed.

I will sneak, I will hide,
I will take you money as my bride.
Then its your life I'll take,
And now you know just what's at stake.

My Jester is hungry, my Jester is greedy,
And in his greed he is not needy.
He wants your soul, I want your wealth,
Now its time to fear for your health.

I am he of Diamonds, my name is Jack,
Now toss your dice and don't look back.