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Mr. Hackums
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 Posted: Thu, Apr 16 2009, 21:38 PM |
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Joined: 22 May 2008
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*In South Cordor, on a few posts and doors are no more than fifteen small notices, written in elegant writing. They dont say much, and it is obviously for a select crowd.*
"You have awakened the bear- awakened my wrath. For those of you who don the Colors of Murder, I will find you. Prepare yourselves.
~S~
*If any notices are torn down, they are -not- replaced. The signature is a large and flowing "S". Each and every notice is pinned by a simple, but beautifully crafted arrow.*
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Bobo_Underhill
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Posted: Fri, Apr 17 2009, 2:53 AM |
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Joined: 21 Jul 2007
Location: The Drone Star State
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Andrew Fryar removes one of the notes, and reads it over, frowning before he neatly pins it back up. The South Cordorian bard sighs, and starts home.
"Have we a savior or another villain?" he mutters softly under his breath.
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Andrew Fryar: Cordor's Folk Hero
Bobrin: Eccentric Avenging Executioner
Lyle Torrowfire: Retired badass
Marigold Cobcruncher: Perceptive Priestess
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ShortSlasher
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Posted: Fri, Apr 17 2009, 3:32 AM |
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Joined: 21 May 2007
Location: Western Mass
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Jario happens by one of these notes. Being piss drunk as always, he nearly falls into the wall bearing the note. With remarkable reflexes he catches himself long enough to read it, then suddenlly his eyes go wide, and vomit shoots out of his mouth covering the note. He wipes his mouth clean with his sleeve, grinning and feeling much better he takes another swig of his flask and carries on.
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