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Zilv'Xar
 
PostPosted: Sun, Jun 06 2010, 12:50 PM 



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A strangely familiar obsidian table comes into view upon passing through the North of Amia Frontier. Haphazardly strewn on it are two flayed forms, one of a drow, recognizable by his mane of white hair; and the other seemingly one of fey heritage.

Lying close to the stream lies the battered body of an Aasimar with his skin intact but no holy symbol on him.

A well written note in purple dye is crudely etched onto the base of the table, perfectly perpendicular to the ground.


“A harmless jaunt in a foreign place, not ever wanting to make a case

The luck I had to chance upon three, what an opportunity to better me!

A friendly hello was all I said! But what the hells; they lost their head!

I extended a bottle of elf-blood wine, an attempt to make some friends this fine.

They sadded me with their reply; of their wish to see me die...

My heart is heavy, oh what a ride; but my pack is yet again filled with hide!


Signed , Your favorite elven-skin Tanner,
Zilv’Xar
”


 
      
Dark Immolation
 
PostPosted: Sun, Jun 06 2010, 19:10 PM 

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Location: The downeaster "Alexa"

*On his way to the Dale, Beldor passes the seen while accompanied with a large slaad and a beholder. He gives a deep rumbling sigh, not even bothering to read the note as soon as he sees the name at the bottom. With the same care and commitment he showed upon the first of such scenes, he shows again here, healing the victims' bodies before raising them. Should they not accept, he simply leaves the bodies beside the idol of Yondalla in the Dale."

*This time, mere minutes later, the table and the immediate surrounding area are consumed in several large explosions of fire and electricity, leaving a shallow, smoldering crater sparking in the now charred earth. A large, flat heavy slab of metal lies in the middle of the carter, roughly the size of a man. It bears a message that seems to have been welded into the iron by a single finger:*


For your own sake, find Me before I find You. You have one tenday.

~B~E~L~D~O~R~ ~M~A'~F~E~R~


 
      
Dark Immolation
 
PostPosted: Fri, Jun 11 2010, 17:57 PM 

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Location: The downeaster "Alexa"

*Another series of explosions occur near the spot the spot the table once filled, more violent and destructive than the first. A greater radius is now charred and blackened, as well as crackling with electricity and pungent with the chemical smell of horrid acids. Any approaching the crater would now find that the metal slab looks to have been melted and then cooled, a static pool of iron. Written into the metal, apparently when it was still molten, is this:*

You have one day left, Zilv’Xar. Disregard at your own peril.

~B~E~L~D~O~R~ ~M~A'~F~E~R~


 
      
Dark Immolation
 
PostPosted: Sat, Jun 12 2010, 21:37 PM 

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Location: The downeaster "Alexa"

*Through the quiet of the morning and the misty fog near the Blood Moons' caves come several sharp, murderously distressful cries of agony, all orc and half-orc in tone. There are several tracks in the ground that would appear to be from large bodies being dragged back towards the frontier, 3 or 4 perhaps... but only only two sets of footprints: one leading towards the caves and the same ones heading back to the frontier along with the tracks. There are a set of grooves that follow one of the tracks from where something clawed at the earth while it was dragged by its feet. However, after a large splatter of blood in the middle of the road, they disappear. There are two severed orcish hands beside the road now, though.*

*Near the crater, the iron pool seems again to have been melted. Three words are dug deep out of the the pool, now cooled once more and a darkened black from being melted numerous times. The letters themselves are filled with a sickly brownish-red liquid resembling congealed blood. The message reads:*


Gods help you.


 
      
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