(Located in Cordor W, Kampos, Shadowscape)

Scattered among the dark corners of the notice boards among the following establishments and cities, daunting notices would be seen placed under the guise of an invisible man. The parchment is clearly enchanted, allowing the paper to withstand the effects of weather corrosion.


Children of the night, fellow faithful whom have been displaced with no family and no calling. The tide of a new cycle is starting to dawn, and in it's place a new establishment will be arranged. Far too long have we been scattered throughout the void, serving our maiden in the shadows. The fear of being hunted and persecuted by those whom consider us threats looming over our head. Like all things, that is coming to an end. Once upon a time on the island of Amia we brought fear, any who didn't acknowledge such was quickly taught otherwise. We were brought down by folly and ignorance, but the loss should have been expected, as all things eventually cease.

Our family is going to be reborn in the shadows. Any faithful who is encouraged to assist in this leave your initials throughout the bottom of these parchments, and you will be sought out and brought back into the fold. If this posting gets removed, five more will takes it's place in heed. Congregate in Shadowplane, under her guidance and watchful eyes. We take care of our family, you will not be forgotten. Any who decide to attend will be scrutinized very carefully to weed out any imposters, and those foolish enough attempting a guise will meet the void.

Rejoice people of Amia, we have returned!

- M

*shadowscape*

-Z

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*Coming across one such notice in Shadowscape, Beldor would remark*

"Oh, goody. Here I was thinking I had run out of them."

*For a few moments, he takes a seat across from the notice, idly twiddling his thumbs and looking expectantly for any to stop by a read it. He'd make no move to remove the poster or interrupt those who came to view it, merely noting their passing with smiling eyes and a nod. Eventually he'd move on, humming a lively tune and twirling his fiery courtblade.*

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2015 Mr. AMIA with the Fabulous Estara ~ 2015 Best Developed SOB Character: Rith'tar

Late in the day a certain Grandmaster could be seen moving slowly through the city as she had not done in several weeks. She paused beside the noticeboard and looked over everything there, even hanging a fresh advertisement for the Three Steps Academy.

Her head rolled slightly to one side as she read this particular notice then spoke idly to herself. "Are the gilded words truly necessary? Well, only if they are recruiting stupid people. That is all I need... more stupid followers of the Nightsinger."

She continued on her circuit of the city, even stopping in the Drunk Dancer Inn before returning to the Academy. She paused at the front entrance of the school and spoke a single sentence in an ancient language to the guard on duty there before returning upstairs.

[Loross] Keep an eye on the temple.

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Iim'mur'ss - Grandmaster Shadowdancer / Aaralyn - Diplomat / Oleander - Toxic Desert Flower