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Field Marshal Johnson can be seen posting these at high noon in well lit areas, constantly looking over his shoulder as he does.

Warrick looks at one of these notices and scowls Darkly, tearing it down.

"What type of daring knight sets a kid on fire?"

The ones in Cordor are promptly removed, and a notice is left in their place.

"This sort of thing isn't tolerated in the city. Take your man hunt elsewhere. If you have a problem, contact a guard, or rather, me personally.

Lt. Tarvencia."

Darby spots one and pauses to read it then simply smirks and continues on her way, fingers tapping on her sword pommels.

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*A young woman with hair matching her purple outfit is seen running away from one of the postings.*

Whaaa?..

*Asham comes across one of the signs posted in Bendir Dale, stops to read then chuckles*

// btw it is REALLY hard to read all the words of that poster since the font is all messed up, atleast on my screen

Any remaining notices have a very ominous note tacked to it, and if someone had been posted to watch the notices, they would only see a very tall man clad in snow white and cherry colored armor, very Templar-esque.

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BLACK Coats
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Any and all attempts to capture or attack Lady Darby Mirth will result in immediate deployment of many soldiers who will crush you first politically, and then physically if your efforts do not come to an immediate halt. Suspend your search, your hunt for information, and bandage up your pride for garnering the wrath of a woman who is not known to attack those that did nothing to warrant it.

Failure to heed this notice will result in you being declared as a hostile group to several factions. Take this into consideration,

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Field Marshal Johnson tacks another note on top of the ones tacked to the posters

The BLACK coats will not be intimidated or threatened, if you wish to destroy us I urge you to try, and through you may well succeed the cost will be more than you can spare. I wish only for Darby to justify her actions and that she be made to answer to the Cordor authorities for them.

Sincerely,
Field Marshal Richard H. Johnson

*Izzy walks past a sign and does a double take. She places her head in her hand sighing*

Dammit D¡ck, What the hells are you doing?!?!?!?!

*Marches off to find him*

A messenger is immediately seen dispatched to Kholigen, and the Quagmires, and several other individuals, all bearing the mark of a Templar.

A final addendum is added.

HOSTILE FACTION: BLACK

*Reads the poster* ....

Aggh, Darby. Truly? *walks away, disgruntled*

Vrok, walking by the guardhouse, seeing it pasted with posters with the BLACKcoat emblem, grabs a passing kobold and holds it up to the poster*

READ!

The kobold looks inquisitively at Vrok, and squeaks out a small, "Put me down!"

Vrok then drops the small lizard and goes to the pub
Probably not important...

Rosalinde also sees these notices. The alert sent to Kholingen already makes her rather disbelieving of the post, but it's when she sees the name that she gets irritated. A note is left:

Any attempt to harm or capture Lady Darby Mirth, as was said earlier, will result in her defense by myself and by many others. She has done nothing wrong, and as an innocent, it is my duty to protect her. You have been warned. If any members of this so-called "BLACK" organisation come into Kohlingen, you will be immediately arrested and taken from the city.

Rosalinde Seriah Obervan, Squire of the Triadic Knights

Rith seems to wander 'This is the second time she has been accused of such.. I should seek her out, it is proberly a miss understanding"

*A dark figure reads over one of the posters, his helmet hiding the face of the male elven. After a while he pulls his hand back, punching at the poster, leaving a clear crack in the thick wooden notice-board beneath the poster, paper crumbled into the fist-print left. After this, concidering the message declared, the figure fades into shadows.*

Making her way through South Cordor the former Lady of Wiltun, Misty Summers paused reading one of the posters. Tearing the poster from the wall she folded it tucking it away in her pouch. "Hmmm, Interesting" she murmured to herself as a smile curled over her lips. Continuing on, she made her way to the Shrine of Screams.

Warrick goes through having read some of the notices once more and considered to himself if 'Adventurer' can yet be declared a Cordorian Health Hazard.

Khartak in a drunken lonely stupor smashes head first through one of the posters without realising it.

Later he can be found passed out in a field snoring pleasantly.

Kamin, seeing the seal of the BLACKcoats posted in Cordor, stops to read the initial declaration and all of the following back-and-forth, frowning slightly. When he reaches the end, he shakes his head an laughs mirthlessly.

"Gods be damned, Johnson, are you -trying- to get yourself killed? Wonder what Quin did to deserver it, anyway. Oh, well..."

He runs his fingers through his hair as he walks off, muttering to himself.

"Berk'd just better not get Izzy stuck in all this wash..."

The Triadic Knight's have agreed with the decision made to stop these BLACKS, and the Dale plus the War Knights are considering. How many more enemies do you wish to make, 'conscripted knights'?

Again...unsigned.

Regarding the claims of the previous notice, while it is possible that the Knights of the Triad did indeed assent, no such directive has yet been disseminated to the squires and knights errant. While not making an accusation of falsehood, at this time I have no knowledge of such a thing.

If there is truth to this, any proclamation will come from ourselves or our allies, not from one who writes without a name on public walls.

~Elisabeth Hayes, for the Knights of the Triad

Slammed onto the latest triadic Knight's message, is a note bearing yastons wax seal, handwriting, and all.

Sir Yaston wrote:

Sir [The name was removed]

We know Darby and it shouldn't be discussed. She has our support and protection if she accepts it.

Sir Yaston Sylgerand

Vrok can be seen begrudgingly putting up more of these posters his way.
Of course, his way is with his fists.

Brought to her attention, Sinder shakes her head

The Lords of War does not accept bounty notices from juvvie gangers. This is obviously some bored, ill-bred young people just off their mother's teat.

*Crunch reads the letter left on his desk from this Templar, and simply shrugs*

Right...well, I ain't really had much ta do with Darby, but she seems alright ta me. Anyone who touches her will be coughin up teeth fer a tenday.

*Domovoi tacks a note on some of the posters he sees.*

Quote:

How much is the reward?

- Domovoi, hunter extraordinaire.

*Large red letters written over as many wanted posters as could be found.*

You touch her and you die.

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*Domovoi walks by whilst drinking his ale as he reads the large red lettered warning. He stops in his tracks and shudders.*

Brain freeze...

*He continues on and enjoys his drink.*

Soflty chuckles to herself as she watches the writting unfold upon the posters.

A very pregnant Elle, with hands on her lower back to help support the weight looks at one of the posters and huffs.

They'll have to get through me first.

She looks to someone who is passing by and looking at her funny for speaking outloud to herself. She shouts at them.

Oh what never seena pregnant woman before?! Get a move on jerk!

*Domovoi tacks another note on some of the posters*

Quote:

To this BLACK thing group:

Are you going to follow through with a real offer with the capture of this person or are you just wasting time?

I'll take my business elsewhere if you do not post a serious offer within five days. And you better hope I do not come after you boys for wasting my time.

- Domovoi the Perturbed

*Isabelle walks up to the last remaining poster and reads the most recent addition. Then she adds a written reply upon the offer*

Your services towards Miss Mirth are no longer required, if you still wish to rend your services in the future, Field Marshal Johnson would like to arrange a meeting in Kohlingen.

Izzy Boots

*Finishes the note, sighing and muttering to herself as she walks off into the city* I sure as hells hope D¡ck doesn't think I'm gonna be his little messenger here in Cordor.

*Upon spying the note on the poster from Izzy in Cordor A certain Black haired guard nabs it and folds it.. walking slowly and with determination to the central portion of Cordor East, and into the guardhouse*

Wanted: Darby Mirth

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