AMIA ARCHIVE • View topic - Testimony of a Former Banite(Throughout Amia)

*Pinned to trees throughout Amia, especially in the wild lands surrounding inhabited cities, including a few trees conspicuous trees in Amia Forest are pure white scrolls, written on with a black ichorous ink in fine caligraphy. They are brimming with magic. tearing off a shred causes the shred to disappear from the wielders hand and note is whole again. Any ink or color of any kind disappears before it even appears, leaving the writer scratching blankly like a quill with no ink. Any attempts to post notes over it or covers, combust, and the letters are enchanted to withstand weather. Any that are magically removed, pending the lack of guards, are immediately replaced.*

Greetings Amians

I am Quar'Agh, drow and necromancer, former criminal of now dead Ultrinnan, former member of the Black Flag, former merchant and protector of Ruathym, former devout of Bane have written this firstly as a confession, not only of what I have learned but of my involvement in all of it and some of my own crimes, for I cannot even remember them all. I will also confess my reasons. Secondly, this is a WARNING, to all Amians...of the coming times.

Though you may not know me, I have been on this isle for many generations. In that time I have committed many terrible deeds, too numerous to go through each one in detail. I have torn the souls out of people and inflicted suffering upon them. I murdered. I lied. I even mugged a few people for the Black Flag in the past. I tried to manipulate others and even succeeded a few times.

I know this simple letter can never attone for all my sins. I must FOREVER wear the brand of taint to remind me everyday of my past crimes. Though this letter cannot attone for my sins....it's a start.

My worst sin was by far my summoning of undead...my tearing a soul from it's rightful place to do my bidding. I did this. I lied.....a lot. However, not everything I said was a lie...and I shall detail that later. Most of my murders were actually in either self defense, defense of another, or in Ultrinnan, when I was threatened outright with drawn blade.

The Banite Dark Imperceptor, Gurth, has declared me a heretic. But I never followed Bane to begin with. I needed a way to intrench myself within society again and they were the tool to that end. Also I could read their information files and learn of the changes of Amia. Though I can never gain information from them again, what I have learned is fascinating...and terrible.

The Banites are affiliated with Frey, the Lich ruler of Tarkuul, and also a secret Banite himself, known as a Dread Lord. Frey has tried to keep this secret to keep his good standing with the Mystrans and the Temple.

The Mystran drow known as Riia, a supposed weave knight, is in league with the Lich and is even having relations with him. She plans on aiding him to lure the other Weave Knights into a trap, where they will be sacrificed to re energize Tarkuuls Mythallar.

This Mythallar will allow Tarkuul to fly, where it will hover over Amia like a dark cloud of despair. Specially prepared undead that can resist flight will protect Tarkuul, or reign death on Amians from above. Tarkuul must no be allowed to take flight, and the insane Lich must be stopped.

Which leads to my next findings. The Lich has created something known as Cysts. These Cysts, which must only be some sort of necrotic bump on the flesh...somewhere hidden, can be used to dominate the wills of others while allowing them to still retain their personalities. Perfect slaves who act as themselves. They could be your friends or loved ones. Perhaps the Weave knight herself has one implanted in her.

The Mystrans must look up these Cysts, the Necrotic Cyst, and something known as a Mother Cyst. Though I have no definitive information, I can hypothesize that the Lich himself carries the Mother Cyst, which carries commands to the Necrotic Cysts and thus...to the host.

CHECK YOUR LOVED ONES. If they are carrying these cysts, they will act exactly as they would were they not under influence.

I have written this, knowing that I put myself at risk for the most dire tortures. And this comes to my reason for the note, for my change of heart. During my time in the Banites, I spent more time saving others. I did not wish to be a bully as the Banites are. I found that.....there are some people in this world that can be called "friends". There are more important things than being powerful, for what good is power if no one likes you?

Megalomania, manipulation, lies, they are all pointless. It is strange...for the people I would call "friends" were some of the people I antagonized the most, while I curried favor from those who would wish me the most harm. No longer. No longer will I attempt to deceive. Mind you that doesn't make me a pleasant being.

You may not believe me, but I do not care. I do this not for you, but for those whom I care for, for those I do not wish to see harmed, for those I love. I will not lie, I can never be a saint. The taint I carry is a scar I must bare permanently. It is my curse. My pennance for my wrongs. I expect no good treatment. No congradulations. And nothing in return.

I testify that the above is to the best of my knowledge true and accurate. Now begins the long road of my redemption. My crimes span over a millenia, so I expect my pennance will be very long. I offer my services, such as they are, to ANY who would serve the forces of good.

P.S. To the Speaker. I found my drive now. It is to vanquish your evil from this isle and put your insane plans to a stop.

And for the two EARS in the forest.....you have your answer.

Riia pauses as she sees the first line of the posted letter during one of her walks. The name seems to catch her eye and she finds herself reading quickly. When she gets to the paragraph speaking of her, she scowls. Drawing in a deep breath, she calms herself and continues on her path, changing her course to the Shrine of Eilistraee. She needs to know who this Quar'Agh is...

Chi blinks as she spots one, spending a few minutes reading then rereading the note. She tilts her head to the right before nudging the hawk off her shoulder , shifting as she does. Soon two hawks can be seen flapping off towards the ocean.

A tall, dark robed man comes across one of these notes and looks it over. He then makes a copy of it and walks away with a content smirk.

Midnight on her many strolls around stops at this notice. She recalls this one from long ago in Underport. She reads the notice.

"This is a lot of propaganda as I ever heard. How much of it is lies to save yourself even when said you are not. So many rumors that circle the Speaker this just another one." sighs "You know nothing of the truth of what is going on drow. If there are these cyst as you say. Only one I know to use them that one is now exiled from Tarkuul for just that reason alone. Torture.. hmm not from Tarkuul for such propaganda but perhaps those you included in them. The lies will catch you quickly. Even so, Tarkuul is not even close to the islands, why would be bothered by such lives of those of Amia. Rather just be left alone in peace."

Musing out loud to not caring whom hears her or not. She turns away with a calmness around her.

Madrik, carrying a bag over his shoulder, stops to read the post. He studies the words and thinks until he gets the paragraph concerning Riia. His concentration of the post's topic shifts. He places a hand to his chest and falls to his knees with a hung head. This pain only deepens Madrik's animosity and anguish as he decides to rise to his feet again.

A battlescarred elf in dark blues slams a palm into his forehead and then disapears into the wilds again not yet prepared to enter the Amian fray.

A Druid Hin is seen taking one of these notes down in the Amia forest and walking off with it.

A Human in dark monks robes is seen copying the contents of a note found in the Frontier area before departing.

Galia rips down one of the posters and reads it before making her way to Guldorand to report and recieve her orders.

* A crude drawing of a beetle is found on many of these notices*

A certain traitor elf would grin on seeing this, shaking his head in a amused chuckle. Speaking outloud to himself. "Riia, I always knew you were a traitor, ever since you were raised from that Lich. I have always had various confirmations from these sources against you, it's almost sad to see such a beautiful drowess, reduced to my level."

He would just laugh, spitting on the ground

*a copy of the notice reaches Frey in the Tower of the Damned, and after reading it, the lich leans back in its chair, the flames pouring out of the empty eyesockets their normal reddish-yellow, the single points of light swimming within as it speaks, the voice sounding as if it was very far away, yet right behind those in the Speaker office*

Do you know what a spoiled child does whence it asks it's mother for a cookie and is told no?

Quar'Agh was just here this morning, speaking of his wishes to sit on the Consulate and become more respected in Tarkuul. He asked mineself why mineself thought he had not yet accomplished such. Mineself responded that "thou art impulsive, rash, arrogant and impudent. Much like a child, but a child can learn, Quar'Agh... if it wishes to. Do you wish to learn, Quar'Agh?"

It appears this is his answer. The child throws a tantrum whence he gets not his cookie.

Besides, there is much else to worry about than this one. Let him go to the lamplighters, they will see, in time, as we all have, of the truth - he is a spoiled child who cannot show himself respect, alone any other.

*Midnight looks at Frey, a soft smile appears upon her face*

Here I thought you did not know how to handle children. Your metaphor hold truth. To ask of a seat here in Tarkuul is foolish. Only shows that one wants to control and not work with it.

*She shook her head*

"Greed is not the answer here."

Katsumi can be seen studying the notes, Iaide by her side.
"What do you think this means, child?"
He asks it, not as one who asks for his own knowledge, but as though testing her thought process.
"I think this means that as I predicted to you long ago, they have gone back to their ways of Before. I suppose I should regret the actions, but I find...I simply don't care. However, we should seek out this Qur'agh, and see how true his wishes to change are. As I was offered, so should he be."
Iaide nods.
"You are progressing, child. Well done. However, remember that no matter the apparent sincerity of such a change, it is never wise to lower one's guard before the truest of motivations are shown. In stress, in hard times, that is when one's mettle is tested."
As always, his admonishment to her thoughts, as though he knows them before she speaks them, is gentle, but definite.
She, for her part, nods.
"Yes, master."
with that, the two pad off, as silent as the shadows they call home, slipping hand-in-hand before disappearing.

Illithira finally gets hold of one of these notices, on her journey around Amia Isle, she stops for a long time, then laughs out aloud and speaks to herself:

"Ahh Dreadlord, you really should just accept my deal. Let us hope, you'll come back to the negotiating table, I really do hate it, when you threaten, better the old Frey, the one who I could rely upon to keep his word... I soooo do love a game of chess, let us see your next move....will you send in the Knight, the Bishop or the Queen?"

Evannia passes one of these notes and a look of interest passes over her face. She takes one and pockets it for future reference, and seeks Quar'Agh out.

"Mayhaps I can find him before the others do..." she whispered to herself.

Beldor would come striding past one of these notices outside of Wharftown and stops a moment to glance. He reads through the first paragraph and gives a loud laugh and huffs some vivid, incredulous language under his breath. Continuing to read until the middle of the letter, his eyes spy a certain name and his face slowly contorts to an image of anger as his hair begins to bristle.

After finishing reading it in its entirey, he would attempt to rip it off, only to have it appear back upon the tree with its enchantments. He gives a sniff of the air, and then barks another curse before casting Mordenkainen's Disjunction upon the parchment, cleary an overkill, but indicative of his rage.

Just for good measure, that particular tree would later appear to be cleaved down through one or two whacks of a large bladed impliment and its stump charred and sparking with latent electricity.

"Ooo... he's gone and mounted the wrong end of the rothe now..." he says with a snarl.

While taking a break from his studies that have consumed much of his time of late, Diim Nuuin happens upon the poster and smiles. Reaching into one of his satchels, he retrieves pachment, ink and a feathered quill then scribes the note in its entirety....smiling as he writes. He looks into the shadow where his summoned winterwight stands guard and motions for the creature to come near.

"Mine speculations have appeared to be true, my friend. The Speaker's allegiance with the Banites has been revealed, much as it had been revealed to mineself a short time ago when Illys and Frey slapped each other's backs for a job well done when exiling the Necromaster. I wonder what response this will bring from the black pair the now? Long have I suspected Frey to be in league with the Black Hand. The confirmation is a sweet and ripened berry in mine mouth"

Diim chuckles as he continues his stroll and sets back toward the library for his never-ending research, maintaining his neutrality for the now.

*a anoymous letter is posted wherever these posters are placed*

"Why should we, the people of these lands, believe the word of an admitted liar? Only fools would be so naive."

Blood Storm goes through the notices collected for her and left on the desk in her room. She pauses at a rather long one recognizing names mentioned. Her crimson eyes thoughtful.

"I know not this former Drow." She says to the other in the room. "Do you suppose they will believe his black heart suddenly beats with white light?" Her tone is amused. The question is rhetorical and goes unanswered.

Rizzen frowns as he reads the notices. He knew that Drow.

When Rizzen was still the High Priest of Vhaeraun, that drow was going to be an ally.

People can change, indeed. But this is so sudden. I wonder how much of it is truth or lie.

After that, he resumes his daily routine of exercises, so as to not disappoint Raine or even Tyger next time he would see both about his training.

drahgon wrote:

*a anoymous letter is posted wherever these posters are placed*

"Why should we, the people of these lands, believe the word of an admitted liar? Only fools would be so naive."

A note is added to the bottom of one in Cordor.

And only a bigger fool would be so naive as to completely disregard bold statements.

o0GuNz_N_RoSeZ0o wrote:

drahgon wrote:

*a anoymous letter is posted wherever these posters are placed*

"Why should we, the people of these lands, believe the word of an admitted liar? Only fools would be so naive."

A note is added to the bottom of one in Cordor.

And only a bigger fool would be so naive as to completely disregard bold statements.

*tacked up*

"Bold statements of a liar? Please look to common sense before posting messages, it is obvious this man only seeks to stir up trouble."

*Sitting in his chair, calmly contemplating the news which reaches him, Lord Darthion Illys showns no sign of concern. No concern, at all...*

drahgon wrote:

o0GuNz_N_RoSeZ0o wrote:

drahgon wrote:

*a anoymous letter is posted wherever these posters are placed*

"Why should we, the people of these lands, believe the word of an admitted liar? Only fools would be so naive."

A note is added to the bottom of one in Cordor.

And only a bigger fool would be so naive as to completely disregard bold statements.

*tacked up*

"Bold statements of a liar? Please look to common sense before posting messages, it is obvious this man only seeks to stir up trouble."

*tacked up below this*

Not so - as one who can personally attest to at least half of these, this Quar'Agh does not lie. I laud his boldness - it is the mark of one who seeks to keep the rest safe from what he has seen, and to prepare them for any horrors the Banites might visit upon this island.

Mark me - a dark storm brews on the horizon, and none of you are ready should the momentum be not stopped.

One of these notices that found its way to the Monolith, now finds itself slightly crumpled and folded in half serving as a page marker in a rather large tome that, at a particular moment, was held under arm of one mustached mage.

No doubt it had been read. No doubt it had been discussed. At a particular moment, doubt was a concept foremost on Ulrik's mind, as he quietly tread through the Mystran libary.

"An attempt to sow doubt and discord. Is there merit in this? In a sea of lies, truth is oft gleaned. It does make one point clear. It is time that Provost Ruqayya's 'suggestion' be discussed again, and mayhaps acted upon. . ."

Quiet amid thought, the Headmaster collected a few tomes from the library before retiring to his office.

A large, and slightly overweight panther wanders past the notice, and sniffs interestedly at the tree to which it is attached for a moment. This attracts the attention of the black-and-green robed individual behind the cat, and he wanders over to read the note. After a few seconds, a frown forms on his face, and soon degrades into an expression of worry. He crouches down to speak to the panther.

"We ought to head home, Ethra. I don't like the sounds of this, but we aren't likely to be bothered there."

The man stands, and wanders to the west, while the panther wanders off unnoticed in the opposite direction.

Geld Yaztran wrote:

I lied. I tried to manipulate others and even succeeded a few times.

*this quote taken from one of the origional letters*

"Dont be swayed into thinking this creature of evil is of good intentions, he wishs to use you to cause strife and chaos on these lands."

::

In the Inquisitorial Halls of the Cathedral of the Martyr-Saint an old woman in the armor of the Eternal Order looed over a file given to her by the Inquisitor standing next to her. She nodded once towards the grey haired man with the eye patch, who was wearing an expression as if he just took a bite from a grapefruit. "Get every last bit of information out of him, brother Daren." She paused for a moment, then continued. "With what ever means you require."

Her eyes focus on the drow man who currently shares the cold wet cell with the usual occupants, rats, for a moment. Then she turns and leaves, the leper warden commanding a knight-templar with his hoarse voice to open the magically reinforced steel door to let her out of the inquisitorial halls. "Inform me when the Inquisitor has made new findings." As she left the grim chambers, the crazed screams of the necromancer in the other cell filled the hall as usual.

::

drahgon wrote:

Geld Yaztran wrote:

I lied. I tried to manipulate others and even succeeded a few times.

*this quote taken from one of the origional letters*

"Dont be swayed into thinking this creature of evil is of good intentions, he wishs to use you to cause strife and chaos on these lands."

*tacked up*

And you believe a creature of evil, as you call him, is incapable of good intent? I have known many people in my life, including some like Quar'Agh. He is brave enough to come forward with much of the Banites' primary agenda - boldness like this warrants some measure of merit.

She walked, then, to the frontier - she was not seen for quite some time after.

I was once Banite myself, and reformed to begin an Eilistraeen House and work with the Salandran Temple in good faith. You cannot say that no good can come of an evil person.

Please don't immediately ignore his words. Those of us that seek to change need a little trust in order to even have a hope of succeeding. I can't say he's sincere or not, but give him, for once, the benefit of the doubt.

Sincerely,
Elrien Rowa.

Midnight comes by again and sees all the extra propaganda and shakes her head.

"Why don't these people just go find the truth themselves. So lazy they are in just accepting and rejecting by the words of just one who spouted to cause chaos."

Shakes her head again and walks on by.

Xaviera, hearing the talk in Cordor Square, simply sniffs and shakes her head, considering any comment unnecessary.

Bubbles turns her head sideways to read all the tacked on notes after reading the original.

"Maybe we should go back to Nani's Grove, Tulip. Looks like these silly people are at trouble again."

Then she turns her head the other direction, continuing to read.

"Then again, maybe I came back here at just the right time. Can't help people when they don't need the helping, right? --Bah, don't be such a worrywort. I'll take good care of myself too. You'll see."

Myrrh ganders at a posting.

"Greetings Amians... blah blah blah, I write too much, blah blah blah. The end!"

The satyr chuckles with delight before skipping onward.

"Gee, a drow necromancer who once praised human deities. I guess anything is possible. Perhaps the druids of the Amian Forest will train him as a guard."

*A man rips the note he sees down with particular distaste*

Moridan_X wrote:

"Gee, a drow necromancer who once praised human deities. I guess anything is possible. Perhaps the druids of the Amian Forest will train him as a guard."

*A man rips the note he sees down with particular distaste*

//OOC: Being an ass here and noting that you can't rip the notes down etc. because of

Quote:

*...They are brimming with magic. tearing off a shred causes the shred to disappear from the wielders hand and note is whole again. Any ink or color of any kind disappears before it even appears, leaving the writer scratching blankly like a quill with no ink. Any attempts to post notes over it or covers, combust, and the letters are enchanted to withstand weather. Any that are magically removed, pending the lack of guards, are immediately replaced.*

or at least there is no point even trying to do so as it has no real effect. Nothing personal, many have done this I see. You really should READ and respect the whoever posts something.

*an anonymous note is posted next to one of these letters*

I, a former criminal of Ultrinnan... former member of the Black Flag... oh, and a merchant and PROTECTOR of Rhuathym, what a change of attitude... oh and here: a former devout of Bane... oh yes, and now I'm good people. And tomorrow... I haven't decided yet.

Why believe any of these words?

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Snickering, Auron adds a note to each posted on those places he can enter.

You all wish to know if he is speaking truth or lie?

It is obvious to know: do the Banites seem concerned? Are they hunting this one down?

Last time I checked, anyone that wronged the Banites got a bounty or death sentence on their head.

It seems clear so far, given the lack of action from the Banites, that this one is lying.

That being said, let us keep this island clean of garbage and stop posting notes after notes after notes to add something to the former one.

That includes me, too, yes. This is my one and only note here.

I daresay: rest assured.
~Ryl´vyl

Eir, having passed several of these notices without bothering to read it over in its entirety, finally finds himself bored enough to take his time with it. The moment he spots Riia's name, his attention is caught and he begins copying down parts of the notice. As his reading of the poster ends, the look on his face would be hard to read, but that the matter troubles him is evident as he walks away from it, rubbing his forehead and mumbling Quar'Agh's name to himself.

Quarter_From_Nothing wrote:

Moridan_X wrote:

"Gee, a drow necromancer who once praised human deities. I guess anything is possible. Perhaps the druids of the Amian Forest will train him as a guard."

*A man rips the note he sees down with particular distaste*

//OOC: Being an ass here and noting that you can't rip the notes down etc. because of

Quote:

*...They are brimming with magic. tearing off a shred causes the shred to disappear from the wielders hand and note is whole again. Any ink or color of any kind disappears before it even appears, leaving the writer scratching blankly like a quill with no ink. Any attempts to post notes over it or covers, combust, and the letters are enchanted to withstand weather. Any that are magically removed, pending the lack of guards, are immediately replaced.*

or at least there is no point even trying to do so as it has no real effect. Nothing personal, many have done this I see. You really should READ and respect the whoever posts something.

//For your convenience. Mmkay, I'm done with OOC on this thread cuz I don't wanna spam it, but here is a correction then. If you need lvl verification - epic levels, each character.

*A high powered cleric with the aid of a high powered druid (invis'd by the cleric) and a high powered wizard(invis'd by the cleric), dispel the magic and tear a note down. while making statements above.*

//lol.. mmkay, im done.

//OOC:

Quote:

*...Any that are magically removed, pending the lack of guards, are immediately replaced.*

// Keep in mind the new rules about flaming and baiting. Anything further and I will lock this thread.

*Sali notices one of yet untouched notes and smiles to herself mummering* "Atta Boy"

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