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*posted in most surface cities,villages and towns , /except/, Uhm*

~ATTENTION ALL METALLIC DRAGONS!~
This notice is specifically for any and all metallic dragon kin throughout the land. The Shadowflames are in need of your assistance. Due to recent events, the chromatic dragon kin guards that defended the Manor have gone into an uproar and have rebelled, they recently murdered any non-dragon guards at the Manor, leaving only simple constructs. They have planned to attack us, our familes, friends and Manor, and with their ability to fly resistance may be more difficult. We ask for your help within the sky and on the ground. Your aid will be greatly appreciated.

*the notice is wrttien in an masterfully elegant manner*

*Below the notice is the Shadowflame Insignia*

Elrien reads the note, adding her own

I am sorry, but I am unable to reconcile working with Chromatics. They are evil, and will kill us if it suits them. For the silverkin, I say hold back. We are not their kind, nor their friends.

We are their prey.

Elrien Rowa.

//*notice states for aid to protect against chromatics not work with them if read correctly*

//Would be the same to any metallic. That's either working with them or serving them. And no metallic is going to work with, or serve, a family that contains Reds and the like, and has for all of its recorded history.

//Stay IC....

Sabaton Dall can be seen reading one of the messages and sighing softly.

"It is a shame that a silver dragon kin is saying that they are red dragon kins prey. . . Sad one of the mightiest dragon kins think that they only deserve to let Chromatic dragons to grow in power and just let them be a reds pray. I wonder if a little piece of Bahamut just died hearing one of his children saying they are prey to a red."

He can be seeing walking away with his head lowered in disbelief a silver kin dragon stating they are prey.

*The notice board in Guldorand has a single observer that night.
Malvanos reads the post casually, wondering what it means and could entitle. Is this really a call of distress or simply a ruse of a deviant chromatic.

"Yet another note - I wonder what Asgorath would feel".

He walks away from the board with long, firm steps, trying to forget the matter of the Shadowflames.
The last that is seen of him that night, is his snowcovered back and silver wings, glittering in the light of the full moon, as he vanishes into the snowy mountains of the Skull Crags.*

*A green scaled dragon kin walks up and reads the sign*

What in the hells? great... there goes my chance at joining the clan, because of some damned temper mental kin.

"Prayer be, Metalien be safe..." *Weston frowns and mutters this a few times when he hears the news, and the a few times more reminded by the poster."

*Celuril looks at the note* good gods, i olmost got into the middle of this, ..... thank the gods i did not

A notice is added alongside this one. It remains unsigned.

"Why would I bother to help you when it is so much more entertaining to watch you greasepaint-covered lizards destroy yourselves? A word of advice next time: Never trust Chromatics."

Seth would frown coming across one or two of the replies, then move on shaking his head.

Some people know alot less about us than they seem to think.. Well, atleast it's over now after aid we are most greatful for from very trust worthy people.

Seth then continues to take any notices he finds in Cordor down in the time he spends their, since they are no longer needed.

By no means at all did he take down every single one of the posters in Cordor, most likely just ones in the Temple of Waukeen if any were there. Meaning, most if not all would still be up.

*a bronze dragon kin is seen reading the notis in the sun light, her glowing sky blue eyes take in the notic, thay sadon for a moment the shin with wisdom agen, her hand shifts to her amulet of bahamut she kissis it, then carrys on her way deep in fort*

///Aurora Puritore Bronze dragon kin///

*The lovely fragrance of rose lilys hovers near the posting and there seems to be the soft humming of a dwarven lullaby. Out of the nearby shadow appears a gauntleted arm, the delicate ungloved hand reaching for the parchment then tapping it with a small claw. Soon to follow is an elven lass with a look of puzzlement. Her draconic is more musical than gruff as she speaks.*

Metallic... Chromatic… *a smile appears lighting up Rach’el’s amber eyes* They rhyme!

*She side steps and from a nearby shadow comes giggling* Metallic, Chromatic, Metallic, Chromatic….

{IC} Attention Metallic Dragon Kin!

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