AMIA ARCHIVE • View topic - *Posted seemingly overnight along major roads*

Standing around on a bridge with nothing todo?.. Well how would you like to use that time to change the world for the better!

We in the Red Hand believe that this island has grown too dependent upon the arcane. As a result Necromancers and other undesirables are ravaging our towns and killing people as they see fit.. Arcane users corrupt by their own power are acting as gods upon themselves without any checks to stop them from harming you and your loved ones

We refuse to sit back and do nothing while this tainted world falls further and further into darkness.
We intend to bring back the light with prayer and redemption and remove this taint from our island.

If you are willing to take justice upon yourself.. If you are willing to walk the hard path filled with scorn, ridicule and pain.. If you are sick of seeing the same senseless murder day after day.. Then we invite you to find us

When you walk with the red cowl you never walk alone

-The Hand

*the posters along the road through the amian forest are all removed by a rather sour looking druid who is accompanied by four, even more grumpy looking, felines*

*The posters that are torn down are quickly replaced with new ones sometimes within hours of them being removed. Anyone In the area would notice two small groups of people dressed In the Red Hand Uniform running around at high speeds slapping posters onto anything within reach.. One poster seems to have found its way onto the antlers of a deer in the forest..*

*A druid accompanied by a large badger removes any further posters she finds within the forest, mumbling about people's idiocy and disrespect for nature when finding the one pinned to the deer's antlers. She keeps an eye out for those who keeps putting these posters up, and tells them to stop placing them in the forest if she runs into them*

*After beeing informed of her fellow druid that the posters were already replaced and in a very bold and disrespectful manner, Malandria also decided to stay in the central forest for now along with the four large felines to watch out for the trouble-makers, grumbeling* you think you can be stubborn? I'll show you stubborn.

One of these posters winds up in the hands of one particular man. He walks off, reading it.

Noticing one of the posters, Marcus would read it over.
"Hm. Interesting. Misguided, but interesting."

A single poster disappears from Amia Frontier to parts unknown...

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With a movement of his ironclad hand he tucks the parchment from the nail which fastend it on the fence. After reading it he speaks to the young man standing behind him. "John, I want to speak to their leader personally. See to it that it is arranged, and do so swiftly."

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A young woman, visibly of elven and Kozakuran stock, places a parchment where she can, without treading into the forest to do so, and having one delivered to both Cordor and Wiltun's guards, with a request for placement.

Evil and Lies do not become us.

Murder is a crime, and has been committed against goodly magi of the isle. We of the Crouching Lemur Monastery wish it known we are not a part of or harbour for these brigands. Murder is a crime most foul, and is not befitting those of the ascetic mein.

Let magi of a goodly nature find safe haven here in the Skull Crags. I will personally defend any I find beset by the Red Hand, let this challenge be known.

Katsumi Amne,
Teacher of the Crouching Lemur.

(edited for colour)

*some posters would have words magically inscribed on them*

I hope you're ready for war.

-RG

A red haired man wearing the uniform of the former Dawnguard can be seen shaking his head as he finds one of these, incinerating it with a torch.

Wonderful, another bunch of retards here to piss everyone off..

*a reply is tacked onto a lone poster along the road*

Word has reached my ears of your actions. Do not cause trouble on the roads. Failure to comply is inadvisable.

Any posters found near Eilistraee's Shrine or Kampo's are collected carefully and filed with a number of other odd objects and posters inside lead lined box's in the Shrine. Then quite calmly Erelkacha works up a a simple poster of her own left in Kampo's and under red hand posters found elsewhere and replaced just as often as the recruitment posters if removed.

Better Dead then Red!

The Red Hand are nothing but a glorified murder cult relishing in an excuse for slaughter. They are wicked and foul beings not to be trusted and should be avoided at all costs. Folk of Amia as the high priestess of Eilistraee, foe of legendary evils and redeemer of the fallen I implore you all to take a moral stand against this organization. You the people must see the senseless malice, mindless slaughter and wrongness in this Red Hand. They Sow seeds with blood and wickedness and they will reap bitter fruit for their efforts. To stand with them is to stand with maddness, blind hate and self-destruction.

Another frequent and fleet-footed runner of the roads slows as he approaches one of the very few listings that might have been missed or recently re-applied to the trees of the Amian Forest. Mathus' pale eyes dart over the listing, reading it twice to be sure, and then roll off to the side as he sighs dejectedly.

He reaches out as if to tear it off the tree, but his hand curls into a claw that retreats at the last second as an irritated hiss bursts from between his teeth.

"Come on." He finally says, tearing his eyes away from the notice with exasperation.

Eventually he picks his way back to the road and carries on, out of the forest.

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* A few unremarkable leaflets (nailed to trees or just dropped on the ground) can be found South of Uhm, in the tour guides cabin on the mountain, the Skekat Valley as well as Underport*

Dearest Sir or Madame,

Normally I would take offense to talking to the Hand, however; your bold stance against the abuses of arcane power and specifically necromancy. Please join me for a cup of tea or glass of wine and snacks. I am intrigued and anxious to learn more of your organization. Please drop by the League of Travelers within the Triumvir; just ask for Gein.

Perched in the branches above the paths in the forest, a small dark wyrmling watches the antics of the people in red and the druids. After seeing the deer become vandalized, he takes to the air, following one of the groups of red people out of the forest. With a keen eye and a subtle wing, he follows for several hours, making note of that groups travels and activities when not attaching parchment to trees.

Ta2D wrote:

* A few unremarkable leaflets can be found South of Uhm, in the tour guides cabin on the mountain, the Skekat Valley as well as Underport*

Dearest Sir or Madame,

Normally I would take offense to talking to the Hand, however; your bold stance against the abuses of arcane power and specifically necromancy. Please join me for a cup of tea or glass of wine and snacks. I am intrigued and anxious to learn more of your organization. Please drop by the League of Travelers within the Triumvir; just ask for Gein.

If the leaflets are of easy access in Underport, one is taken 'stealthily'.

A man in dark spikey obsidian armor looks to one of the posters, letting out a loud audible chuckle as he read over it.

"Intresting.. Finally some entertainment in these lands."

Belalad sighs and does not seem overly concerned.

A travelling githzerai monk in minimalistic and tattered clothing frowns as he reads one of the notices. Uttering a single word in his native tongue. "U'vehl"

Jacho notices some of these and chuckles to himself quietly.

"You will never last long being that stupid. Killing randomly for no reason earns the ire of many powerful enemies who will unite to crush you like a bug. Trust me, it's a long-standing tradition on Amia."

An unseen person comes across one of these posters and quietly muses to themselves...

"This makes one wonder how many useless layabouts have paused at these postings, condemnin' the fact that some folks actually stand behind their beliefs and principles, instead of languishing in slums like Cordor and bathin' in their petty, ignorant self-importance. Oh, Amia... Some things, they'll... ne'er change."

The person then shakes their head and skulks off to parts unknown, though a sly smile plays on their lips.

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