*A gruesome female corpse is hanging from a tree being tied from under her arms due to the lack of a head. On her chest is the symbol of Bane. Under the corpse is a sign*

Here is the corpse of a Cyricist, Do not praise the Prince of Lies in front of me, Or you shall share the same fate.

//Side Note: If anyone realizes it this is the body of Earawien.

Upon his usual walk between Wharftown and Bendir Dale, Snobbles glances at the sight, Peering at the symbol of bane and the word "Cyricist" mutter as he piles wood around the body of the Cyricist's body.

"Damnit, if these idiots start killing eachover off, I'm gonna miss out on the fun..."

Pouring a bit of alcohol over the body, uses his Knight's sigil to set his sword on fire and puts the flame over the body, Watching it light up before bowing his head in prayer and walking off.

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Snobbles: The Scarey Midget.
Shia Belwardo: Sorcerer with no morals.

A certain figure creeps stealthily past the crude pyre. With a little cackle to himself he continues onward, muttering That's what you get for being so open, you cretin.

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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