*On several pieces of dirty paper or bark, or animal hide are written letters in foul smelling ink. Each one looks hand made and must have taken a long time to write out, though its obvious that they're not all from the same hand.*

"Yous mages from the tower that moved, we, Maggot of the dead tribe does wish to speak with yous. We am long time try to find yous and speak of our magic and what one priest once called the Ley and Mystra. We needing to have rituals performed by masters of this magic and we am not that, so we needing to discuss payments. This be not trick, Maggot am not a trickster, or monster, just ask around. We be trying to help relations in Bendir and the great forest for long time now, so yous ask them if we is trusting worth. Yous want send us word, yous can bring message to us cave in the bramble, we say us kind not to eat yous guys for now and none will go against us word under pain of deaths. yous no responding to us again, would make us very upset at yous, more so than before! this is most important!"

*The bottom of the letter is not signed in any way but after reading all that you get the wiff of mushrooms and pee from the ink.*

//Please PM a responce, if any, as its hard for me to get IG right now. Thank you.

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Plays-
Maggot Bucktooth (Retired)
Giando Paladrious (Retired)

*Maggots daily walks past the dale would possibly cause him to run into the hin taking down his notices. upon finding her, he would approach her like a poor beggar, holding his arms out palms up and looking up to her.*

"Little hin, little hin, tell Maggot where is the leader of your militia? We must ask of him to recieve passage past yous gates. But, here we see you try to silence us cry for help. why is this so, little hin do tell us why you torture poor Maggot with no tribe and why you do not wish to help us with our afflictions."

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Plays-
Maggot Bucktooth (Retired)
Giando Paladrious (Retired)

Any notices in the amian forest would be taken down as soon as they are discovered.

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These trees are made for humpin'!

Belalad would take notice of these notices, and remove any if they found their way into Cordor. Informing the guards that Godo is from the same so called dead tribe, that is still actively causing trouble to simply kill other Bucktooths on sight.

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Lieutenant Belalad Feiwallyan

((Please take note if you PM me and you are ignored resend to me in 1-3days, it is likely due to not realizing I got mail))

Within Kohlingen keep, one mustached mage enjoys afternoon tea with his wife. A letter arrives, bearing the script of a familiar hand. The contents of the letter are read over briefly, and the letter is cast aside with a few others. Perhaps the letter pertains to the scribblings of a particular goblin seeking particular mages of a particular place that no longer exists in this time or space. The mustached magician does not seem entirely moved by its contents, however, and is soon again lost in his daily affairs. Though, for a moment, he muses to the winged priestess that is his wife.

"Mystra. The ley. I wonder what the thing is seeking to try. Hmph."

Whether or not the scribblings will be remembered remains to be seen.

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Playing:
Marcus Valis

*None of the letters could have been inside cordors walls, due to his banned status, likewise for -inside- bendir. The influx of letters continues for about a week, until one day, they stop appearing and are torn down.*

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Plays-
Maggot Bucktooth (Retired)
Giando Paladrious (Retired)