*Posted in Cordor and Kampo's, and sent via a messenger to Bendir,*
Crow, the apparent member of Bendir's militia, is hereby banned from being in Frugdar, Son of Bjorgen's, presence.
Reason? Insulting behavior and unfounded accusations, refusal to be helpful or honorable, refusing to get his dangerous pet out of the way when told by someone that the pet had nearly bitten.
Payment? Well, he's already been killed, after I killed his wolf in front of him as he watched helplessly, afraid of reacting to me.
Long-term payment? If I see him, expect blood.
I don't do politics, favors, or the like, nor do I intent to drag this out like the ridiculous forest incidents.
I do as my gut and my deity dictate. Uthgar would not stand for his behavior. Neither shall I.
I don't accept coin bribes or empty, wordy apologies, either.
What penny-gush. Such narky sods usually get scrubbed and end up not in good shape. So stop actin like your missing a cog and mapping the planes with this swagger.
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Man, this account is over 10 years old. Where do I get my old man beard?
This sodding addle coved savage at his usual barakin threatening a sod on the notice boards and not doin blek in reality. Frugdar why don't ye take a long walk on a short peer and stop breathing. Ye'd be doin all the poor sods of this backwater a favor. Ye say ye don't like magic on one hand and then turn around sidin with the soddin mages in the other. Now no offense to these mages, I tend to think they in the right, but ye jus need to crawl back into whatever northern gutter ye crawled out of and take yer soddin tribe wit ye. I get tired of seein er hearin bout ye sods. Ye just apple chasin here anyway. The End
Dirgesh Helvet
_________________ Nothin matters berk. Don't you see? Even so a poor sod shoudn't go hungry
Regardless of the message's intention, be it to frighten or intimidate the halfling folk, the man would find his reward to be a full ban upon one of the island's most visited areas. Militia men and women, citizens, and allies of the town are informed and warned of the man's appearance, demeanor, and actions.
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Serena Voi: An adorable little Halfling. Brizthara D'ulov: A spoiled, loud-mouthed priestess.
"Operating in the border between light and darkness, shadowdancers are nimble artists of deception. They are mysterious and unknown, never completely trusted but always inducing wonder when met"
What are you thinking? Only trouble will come out of this in the future. Reconsider removing this message before you find yourself under the gaze of hatred by this entire island. Public shaming after defeating opponents has no honour.
Warrior-Priest of Tempus, Devlin Faramond
_________________ Devlin Faramond - Warrior Priest of Tempus Aithne Ryrathrak - Red Dragon Disciple, Bronze Dragon Slayer May'rinna D'vilrath - Underdarker and Noble House Sorceress
What are you thinking? Only trouble will come out of this in the future. Reconsider removing this message before you find yourself under the gaze of hatred by this entire island. Public shaming after defeating opponents has no honour.
Warrior-Priest of Tempus, Devlin Faramond
Scribbled aside to this particular note
This berk is long passed and likely never had an ounce of honor. All he knows to do is make these long screeds with my brain box left wonderin how he learned te scribe text. He is not an honorable warrior. I know the dark about Tempus and even the apparent xenephobic god Uthgar (can only go by the actions of his followers) but this berk aint fit fer neither. He has no honor. He threatened me in such a way and when called out off parchment, he was the one standing there helpless afraid to react. Quite the example of pure northern barbarian blood. Maybe his fellow berks would wanna take a second look at their associate.
Dirgs
_________________ Nothin matters berk. Don't you see? Even so a poor sod shoudn't go hungry
"Operating in the border between light and darkness, shadowdancers are nimble artists of deception. They are mysterious and unknown, never completely trusted but always inducing wonder when met"
What are you thinking? Only trouble will come out of this in the future. Reconsider removing this message before you find yourself under the gaze of hatred by this entire island. Public shaming after defeating opponents has no honour.
Warrior-Priest of Tempus, Devlin Faramond
Scribbled aside to this particular note
This berk is long passed and likely never had an ounce of honor. All he knows to do is make these long screeds with my brain box left wonderin how he learned te scribe text. He is not an honorable warrior. I know the dark about Tempus and even the apparent xenephobic god Uthgar (can only go by the actions of his followers) but this berk aint fit fer neither. He has no honor. He threatened me in such a way and when called out off parchment, he was the one standing there helpless afraid to react. Quite the example of pure northern barbarian blood. Maybe his fellow berks would wanna take a second look at their associate.
Dirgs
Written next to the notes,
Devlin, this is simply a warning, not intended to shame him but warn his allies that he's already fallen once, and I won't hesitate to do it again if he doesn't make nice -really- well.
Dirgesh.
I told you multiple times.
I'll end you in the tournament and laugh over your corpse.
The fact I showed you such restraint before only shows that I do have honor, and you have no patience; so, in the coming tournament, let's hope you don't piss yourself at the sight of my sword. That would be rather disappointing.
What are you thinking? Only trouble will come out of this in the future. Reconsider removing this message before you find yourself under the gaze of hatred by this entire island. Public shaming after defeating opponents has no honour.
Warrior-Priest of Tempus, Devlin Faramond
Scribbled aside to this particular note
This berk is long passed and likely never had an ounce of honor. All he knows to do is make these long screeds with my brain box left wonderin how he learned te scribe text. He is not an honorable warrior. I know the dark about Tempus and even the apparent xenephobic god Uthgar (can only go by the actions of his followers) but this berk aint fit fer neither. He has no honor. He threatened me in such a way and when called out off parchment, he was the one standing there helpless afraid to react. Quite the example of pure northern barbarian blood. Maybe his fellow berks would wanna take a second look at their associate.
Dirgs
Written next to the notes,
Devlin, this is simply a warning, not intended to shame him but warn his allies that he's already fallen once, and I won't hesitate to do it again if he doesn't make nice -really- well.
Dirgesh.
I told you multiple times.
I'll end you in the tournament and laugh over your corpse.
The fact I showed you such restraint before only shows that I do have honor, and you have no patience; so, in the coming tournament, let's hope you don't piss yourself at the sight of my sword. That would be rather disappointing.
Like you showed honor by killing crow for doing his job? By killing him with no warning at all? Killing his wolf and chasing him down to stab him in the back ~UNARMED~
You don't have any honor you piece of rotheshit.
~Zamura
_________________ Plays Wicket And Caige!
"No, You're worse the a simple slobbering beast. A simple slobbering beast seldom shows cunning, attempty at manipulation and use of diplomacy. No, You're a far more dangerous beast than that." ~Tuomas
I told him to back off multiple times and explain himself or face the consequences, for his accusations.
His wolf tried biting me. He reprimanded me for his wolf not liking me. He dishonored me and continued to be antagonistic towards me.
As a result of his continued worthless behavior, I ended him. It's not my fault he was too afraid to react when I made it clear he should be ready to defend himself.
Feel free to fight me on sight, if you want. I guarantee I'll win any confrontation you have with me, worthless lizard.
All of Dirg's messages would have severed orc fingers attached to them, and the messages themselves, smeared with blood. If one looked at all the messages together...
Yes, the blood smears and fingers spell out "Orc".
"Operating in the border between light and darkness, shadowdancers are nimble artists of deception. They are mysterious and unknown, never completely trusted but always inducing wonder when met"
All of Dirg's messages would have severed orc fingers attached to them, and the messages themselves, smeared with blood. If one looked at all the messages together...
Yes, the blood smears and fingers spell out "Orc".
Sees this at Kampo's and rolls on the floor laughing hysterically for like at least 5 minutes and then turns it over to Kampo describing Frugdar to him and let's Kampo know of Frugdar's distaste for anyone with orc blood. He would tell Kampo.
You do what ye want Mr. Kampo, but if it were my establishment I'd ban this berk.
_________________ Nothin matters berk. Don't you see? Even so a poor sod shoudn't go hungry
Kampo is seen removing all of Frugdar's notices in his Storehouse, clearly in a foul temper. The ogre in his employ is instructed that Frugdar is to be watched, and if he tries to post anything on the noticeboard, he'll get a club to the head.
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