After my absence that I spent at Her shrine within Zhentil Keep, I've returned to find our beautiful Maiden of Pain's shrine desecrated and ruined. There will be no punishment too harsh for the perpetrators of this crime, I will make certain of this myself.

Should you have detailed information of the events that have taken place within Her holy temple and that of the whipmistress, acolytes and neophytes that resided within, then leave your name with the hostess of the Sanctuary of Sin and the time you wish to meet. You will be rewarded well for your loyalty to Her.

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Current characters:
Nazeris Defir
Malicar Drakespire

Not usually one to stop and read each and every one of the tattered notices placed up across the isle, this particular one however catches her eye as she sits in the Sanctuary. She leaves her seat, her glass of red wine and moves closer, steel grey eyes lingering on the symbol of her Mistress before she begins to read.
A smirk plays on the corner of her lips as she pauses mid sentance. After a moment she casts her gaze off the notice fixing a stare at seemingly nothing to her right but air. Morrow tilts her head as if listening to some one or something, inclining her head deeply then she snaps her attention back to the notice, commits the name to memory, leaves some coin at her now empty table, In a breath she utters one word "Gossamer" as she passes the large metal doors to the passage ways in search of her sister.

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Predictably Random;
Rosalie Nottian; Corrupted
Gwen Amolen; Loyal Banite

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My Characters:
Yuilith Kethil Menaiivan Garadeth

A hooded man in leather armor leaves a note with the hostess of the Sanctuary.
The docks, cordor southern district. Ask for Naethar Olderon.

//GMT+2, you can PM me to arrange for a meeting.

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-Starless_Day_Dawning.
[*]Naethar Olderon
[*]Risenth Zagavar

A letter is left tacked to Malicar's.


Once again, those of the faithful should rally to their Lady's call, as she rallies to her Lord's.

Until a new home is made, or for any answers, come seek the Black Hand. Things have happened which your faithful are unaware of.

Katsumi Aizawa Aers
Imperceptor of Bane

Her sigil is left, indelibly stamped into the paper.

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Aly'dra Zau'ana: Priestessish Of Eilistraee
Danika Nefzen: Druid of the Earthmother
Delia Am'Anodel: Paladin of Torm

Returning to the Sanctuary, the four metallic talons of his right gauntlet strumming along the Hostess' bench to gain her attention. She turns about from her duties, winking to him and reaching beneath her bench for a small bundle of letters, keeping her hand held over them upon the table as she awaits some sort of remuneration.

"Now, precious." he snorts faintly as his gaze settles upon her eyes. The Hostess gives a slight grunt of displeasure before sliding the letters across to him, albeit curiously remaining leaned on the bench as if to try and read the contents as Malicar unfolds them.

His gaze traverses each letter swiftly, taloned fingertips raking along three of the papers and carving them into pieces. His other hand reaching up to the bench with a single platinum coin between his knuckles, swiftly flicking it across the bench to the Hostess, the empty hand now snatching up the remaining two letters before making his way to the door.

Pausing upon his exit only to take down the notice, he views the letter tacked beneath his own. Nodding momentarily as a hint of a smile draws over his lips, he takes the attached letter down, folding it neatly in three before tucking it away. His right hand reaches up, hastily slashing two talons across his own notice, the shreds of parchment gracefully slipping to the ground as he leaves the Sanctuary.

(( I've left PMs with those that Malicar has interest in meeting, or who seem trustworthy to him. ))

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Current characters:
Nazeris Defir
Malicar Drakespire