*Tolerance is stricken through by a hooded elven figure. He quickly walks off before its noticed*

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I keels u with my axe!

"Do ye know where the Holy-Flamin' Frost-brand Gronk-slayin' Vorpal Hammer o' woundin' an' returnin' an' Shootin'-Lightnin'-out-yer-bum is?"

Posters within Cordor are placed back up from Belalad, seemly pleased with his meeting.


~~Removed.~~

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Lieutenant Belalad Feiwallyan

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Not only is Tolerance stricken through, but the poster and the "peacock signature" becomes a source of incredible ridicule that does not evade the ears of the peacock herself, up to and including a condemning column from Bill Hurst himself.

Citizens, suspend your disbelief for a moment and observe the follow notice from a songstress, reprinted here for your entertainment! A songstress who is still under the mistaken belief that Cordor welcomes its enemies, the murderers of its citizens - those monstrous denizens, those adventurers, those scalliwags and criminals and ne'er'dowells with scales and wings and terrible body odor - with open arms! One of the last decrees of the deposed Duke Montgomery, gods rest his soul, was to officially answer the plight of the people and dispense with the dangerous notion of a City of Tolerance and more properly refer to it as the City of Water, perhaps one of the only truly beneficial edicts of the former corrupt regime.

Troupe of the Sphere Theater, I hereby challenge you to turn over the identity of this Songstress to the public, should you have been so foolish as to make any arrangements with her! Bards and entertainers and musicians who answer her call, I will pay handsomely for the same information! She claims to be non-native, and so, do not expect her to have a Certificate of Citizenship, proving her lack of value and willingness to contribute to our illustrious community! to Her insidious claims that we should welcome the death of our fair city with tolerant smiles can finally be met: with garbage! Like the garbage it is!

And then a very strange thing happens. Two days later, the Sphere Theater in the northern canal of Central Cordor contacts the Ministry of Health and Public Welfare, Xaviera's department, for an emergency garbage cleanup, as huge heaps of trash are piled up throughout the "Art District" as a form of protest against the Peacock's dangerous claim.

After the Ministry has cleaned up, Sympathy for South Cordor moves in afterwards to beautify, and they go out of their way to mitigate the rotten fumes with bundles and bundles of fragrant floral arrangements placed on windowsills, hung by doors, and potted on the side of the cobbled street.

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Aernoud Van Brabant: Heir of the House. Proprietor of the Beer Wagon.
"Go to the Mayfields, have a pint, and wait for this to blow over."
Aurelius: Sunmaster of Amaunator. Contemplative. Aspirant to Transcendance.
"Sol Invictus"

*Belalad is scene again placing a notice up.*

I should be free within the next few days for a meeting. Often found in amia forest if you would as I assume your identity hidden.

Lt. Belalad Feiwallyan


*Seems to notice the trash either he missed it or realized its under control. Bills notice he would just agree with if asked about that it is no longer a city of tolerance. Though decline any further questions besides the tolerance and special refuse any statements on his beliefs or views.*

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Lieutenant Belalad Feiwallyan

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A lovely little gypsy girl still watches, silent. She doesn't dare speak up anymore, save to ready herself. There is a time for action, and a time for watching. This is the latter, leading to the former?

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Aly'dra Zau'ana: Priestessish Of Eilistraee
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