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A flyer is tacked up in every major city except Kholingen.

Bodyguards and Mercenaries Wanted.

I need a minder and scribe while I'm apple chasing for pie, delivering mail, and bringing circles to the red carpet.

Preferences:
- Must be able to sufficiently hold your own in combat!
- Skilled melee fighting style preferred.
- An axe or maul is a plus.
- A quiet person who does not ask questions is a plus.

- No Mages.
- No Black Dragon Kin.

Contact Cecilia for more information.

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A snort comes from the depths of a bleached bone helm.. Reaching up with a matching gauntlet the notice in Tarkuul is torn down, folding it neatly and tucking it into his plate the Captain of the Living Guard returns to his office and slips the notice into a records folder.. Rolling his tongue over his teeth, he lets out an amused sound one filled with complete satisfaction.

"The taste of you inside my mouth still remains..." He whispers low to himself.. carrying on with his reports a dark hungered glimmer stays in his pale lilac irises.

Gorthod would twitch, reading the notice over with some distaste, he'd scribble across Tarich's note.

No, Tarich, bad Tarich
-Gorthod

What're ye payin?

-Crunch

There's an addition later on as well!

"-And no Tarich."

*a young tiefling stops to read the notice, a small grin comes over his face as he see's the womans name, lights his pipe staring at the notice for a moment before walking off and muttering under his breath with a pipe hanging from his pointed teeth*
"What is that woman up to now. . ."

A woman with heavy lidded eyes peers at the notice with curiosity. Dressed in her normal burgundy, brown, and black, she endeavors to seek this person out...

Daedalus as well would seek out the poster of this notice. Inquireing if a fifteen foot scythe, since it isnt an axe or maul, or the fact he isnt technically a "person" would disqualify him for the position

Anar laughs softly to himself when he reads the notice. He takes a copy, and makes sure he shows his dear friend Charn, before they each set out to find Cecilia.

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A note is tacked to the notice

Be aware if you inquire into this you are taking on a bodyguard position for a known murderer and con who has multiple times switched causes and "faiths" as it suits her to better pursue whatever twisted agenda she is after.

An elf with dark clothing removes the previous note.

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//oh sorry the note was removed, I misread.

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Another note was added:

"Payment is negotiable."

Do not lie, little girl. You have bowed down before damn near every evil organization that has ever existed on Amia. I know you, you stupid girl. Hopefully your actions will net you some very severe consequences, very soon.

Estreia

Cecilia's eyes narrowed with hatred at the letter above! Tacking a new one!

Estreia--

I remember you all too well, in fact you were the ones in the church of Bane who, out of your own free will, helped them torture me.
My first mentor.

Stay out of this before I tell everyone in your happy little new life what kind of a person you really are.

-Cecilia.

The above seemed to amuse a certain elf clad in a grey martial arts gi, and she responded:

Tell them. Tell them all. Scream it from the tops of the towers to the lowest depths of the seas. Everyone I know, knows of my sins. I have not made them secret. The difference between myself and you, is that I have made my peace, and I have actively sought to redeem myself for my sins. You, obviously, have not. Scream it, girl--just like you screamed, in those times long ago.

I shall merely chuckle.

Estreia

Next to Cecilia's notice, there appears to be a note held in place by a pale white horn. It reads...

How many more fools must fall in service to your tainted blood?
How long will it take for you to realize your twisted existence does not belong here?
Never forget, demon. No one you can enlist, no one you can deceive into befriending you...

Nothing can save you from me.

Quit talking about it and just do it already, you idiot. Do us all a favor.

Estreia

Katsumi reads the notes and sighs, leaving a simple response.

Inner peace does not lead one to prideful remarks, Estreia. Rising to the bait of acknowledged lessers does nothing but reduce your own worth.

Insofar as Cecilia is concerned, she speaks truth of her time with the Black Fist, but she is not of them now, to my best information. I would suggest she take an opportunity to find calm before yet more enemies are recruited.
~Katsumi Amne

Cecilia took a long look at the signs, her expression sobering as she drew in a long sigh.

After turning away she would not return, leaving the messages unattended.

An elven figure in dark clothing removes every notice, and all notes.

Before the signs came down, Vaylek happened by them, draped in his tattered commoners clothes and brown cloak, an ever expanding gut leering forward from his paunch.
He took a good ten minutes to read the notes, giving extra attention to Cecilia's notes and even giving one a little sniff for any trace of his old love's scent, before scratching his brown-grey beard, adjusting his eye patch, mumbling something about 'fun times in the summer of the dark sun' and walking off on his way.

I'm interested.

~Oscar Bloodbeard.

Quote:

How many more fools must fall in service to your tainted blood?
How long will it take for you to realize your twisted existence does not belong here?
Never forget, demon. No one you can enlist, no one you can deceive into befriending you...

Nothing can save you from me.

A red haired demon blooded Tiefling tears down the notices from Estreia and the one mentioned above and replaces them with the following notice.

"Call your enemies out in person rather than hiding behind your quill pens, making notices in public areas attacking them and waiting for them to find you."

He chuckles and walks away

A slight-larger than your average elf, garbed in dark clothing removes the notices and notes in Anar's stead this round. He chuckles to himself soon after when alone.

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*The messages were removed some time ago, any further messages directed to Cecilia can be started in their own topic or pm'd*

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