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Cerpin Taxt
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 Posted: Tue, Feb 05 2013, 8:14 AM |
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Joined: 20 Aug 2010
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Amian Observer - Issue One:
Today I, Ethan Telemnar, wonderer of Faerun, came across two men destroying trees and slaughtering creatures in Amia forest and on my evening walk. The pair was led by what I assume to be a human, although abnormally large. He wore a set of full-plate, silver or steel in make, a helmet with a great red plume, and held a halberd of obtuse proportions in his hands. His accomplice was a stocky man, most likely of earthen or orcish decent, wielding an axe and shield and wearing black armor, if my memory persists, the armor's color was some-what hard to determine as he was enchanted. Obviously they were well equip and intended to cause havoc.
As I went closer to inspect them, and inform them they were defiling a druid's enclave, the stocky one began to unleash bottled magic. His potions let out bone-rattling cacophonies, which tore the bark off of the surrounding trees and sent the small denizens of the forest tumbling to the ground. Between roars I took a brief moment to find a place to hide, behind a large rock as it was, to gather my footing and allow the ringing to subsist in my ears.
During my time behind the rock the tall one had traveled off the road and into the tree line, swinging his large halberd at the trunks to dislodge and mar the ancient beauties. I stood up, gathered my courage and walked towards him. With his back to me he shouted some words to Cyric and muttered some words about killing a man to his friend. Upon hearing this I was startled but I assumed I had heard wrong and went up to the man anyway. An action I now regret, but I must persist.
I told him he was destroying the forest and the druids would not take kindly to his actions if he didn't stop and make penance immediately. He promptly ignored me and continued with his haphazard swinging, taking life and limb down with a few chops. His activities continued for a few minutes before I saw his friend, who had since turned invisible, strike down a man, well in proportion and hearty enough, with a single blow to the back.
That alone was no so much out of the ordinary, as many across these lands take violence as a first resort and negotiate after. But this was different. This wasn't a simple fight taken too far, it was much worse, in fact, recalling the moment, it must have been an orc, for no genasi or human would be able to do something so abysmal or foul.
After delivering the blow, the orc found a boar and killed it. Raising the boar over the man's corpse he sliced it down the middle and drained the blood onto his victim. If that wasn't enough he found a family of rabbits, terrified and hiding in a nearby burrow, and stomped them to death, which he then used to garnish the poor soul's corpse. As a final testament to the dark gods, he severed the man's head and gloated over the completed ritual.
Not as distracted by the grisly ritual, the tall fellow ordered me to leave at first, but as the thoughts rumbled in his wicked head he recanted and told me to stay. I knew then, as the shivers danced up and down my spine, that I was in for trouble and searched my pockets for my lucky haste potions. An action I am glad I had the foresight to take. For after the lug processed his deviant thoughts he informed the orc that there must be no witnesses and told him to kill me. The orc swung at me, nabbed a bit of my clothing but I had my potion ready and escaped.
And so my dear readers here I am visibly shaken, but I must write this as a cautionary tale: if any of you out there see the men described, the Cyricist and the follower of Gruumsh, be wary. They will not hesitate in destroying you or your homes in the name of the dark gods.
-Amia's humble Observer, Ethan Telemnar
If you need to contact me, leave your message and mailing address at the Triumvir and I will write to you as soon as possible.
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LadyJeanine
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Posted: Tue, Feb 05 2013, 8:21 AM |
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Joined: 23 Sep 2010
Location: Northeast Oklahoma, USA
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A richly dressed young woman with brown cascading curls would stop and read the note several times, then hold her brow, shaking her head to herself.
"Oh gods, what are they doing...?"
_________________ TormakSaber wrote: ...
FUCK YEAH PRISCILLA
ROCK ON
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Amarice-Elaraliel
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Posted: Tue, Feb 05 2013, 8:28 AM |
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Joined: 20 Jan 2006
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A small hooded druidess, in company of four large felines, frowns upon reading one of the notes and takes it with her.
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inprison666
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Posted: Tue, Feb 05 2013, 9:01 AM |
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Joined: 25 Sep 2011
Location: Mississippi, USA
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A half orc around 7' 2" tall and cut like Conan with long black hair and face tatoos and wearing plate armor of obsidian and red with more human than orclike features sees the notice in Cordor and burst into heavy laughter as he walks back to his home in West Cordor.
_________________  Nothin matters berk. Don't you see? Even so a poor sod shoudn't go hungry
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P Three
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Posted: Tue, Feb 05 2013, 13:41 PM |
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Joined: 18 Dec 2008
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A tiefling in Cordor just facepalms and -sighs-.
"What'n tha hells, ye two....?"
_________________ Bobo_Underhill wrote: Ley lines, y'all. Just let me go wrangle up my cowboy boots and lasso us up some magic.
Yee-haw! Aly'dra Zau'ana: Priestessish Of EilistraeeDanika Nefzen: Druid of the EarthmotherDelia Am'Anodel: Paladin of Torm
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MJ_Johansson
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Posted: Tue, Feb 05 2013, 18:15 PM |
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Joined: 02 Nov 2010
Location: Stockholm, Sweden
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Posted at the bottom of the notice in Kohlingen is a note, bearing the seal of the Triadic Knights.
"Ethan Telemnar, I would like to meet in person and discuss this Cyricist. Find me in Kohlingen at your conveniance."
Chapter Marshal Nicha Hetfield, Triadic Knight
_________________
Nicha Hetfield, Triadic Knight
Cassandra Silverhart, Sorceress of Sune
Tahl'ezara Tir'end, Warrior of Sehanine
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Quiroga
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Posted: Tue, Feb 05 2013, 18:33 PM |
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Joined: 06 Oct 2012
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*a young woman in green/brown armor with short brown hair, stops at the notice in Cordor spending minutes reading the poster in great detail. Her expression gradually sinks and with a sigh, she walks off........"
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Elvawen
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Posted: Tue, Feb 05 2013, 19:29 PM |
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Joined: 28 Sep 2009
Location: USA
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[Sedira passed the notice and, upon seeing the descriptions, made a double-take before bursting into a fit of giggles. Though the circumstances leashed her laughter enough to refrain it from outright guffawing, she shook her head with a grin and took a copy of the paper with her.]
_________________ I am Chrysma on the server Actively:/ Elvawen Ny'tholnd / Evannia Reynn / Lilian "Lily" Delfosse / Sedira Follenstein / Chanessa Tirannfyst / 
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Naivatkal
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Posted: Tue, Feb 05 2013, 19:33 PM |
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Joined: 26 May 2010
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A man clad in armor notices one and stops to read it. After a moment of scanning the page he simply shakes his head and wanders off muttering about sensationalist 'journalism'.
_________________
Whomst've'll'd'mn't I play:
Salema Nefahri :: A penny for your thots
Zrae'a'stra'fryn :: That which nightmares are made of
Khasir :: From the East a storm is coming
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Revak
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Posted: Tue, Feb 05 2013, 19:47 PM |
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Joined: 20 Nov 2010
Location: Inside a Magic Bag full of True Strike Potions
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[Any notices found in Endir's Point or Wharftown are promptly removed and replaced with a note.]
"Don't smear your lies here, fool."
_________________  Thanks, Boots!
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