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// As a response to http://www.amiaworld.net/phpBB2/viewtopic.php?t=44183

*These fliers are spread across the Amian islands.*

"Due to the actions of two sun elves, who out of chaos and pure evil intent attacked and viciously murdered four Holy followers of the righteous Black Hand, I, Lord Darthion Illys, will bestow Amia with a personal vow that ALL elves on the Amian Islands will be killed on sight by my doing.

Every single elf that I, Lord Darthion Illys, encounter... will be destroyed, decapitated and completely disfigured and deformed, to redeem the Black Hand for the foul heresy and crimes against the True faith which these two sun elves have committed.

I, Lord Darthion Illys, show no mercy to those who dishonour the loyal followers of the Black Hand, and will scorch these lands until I've caused every single elf to pay the debt of these crimes with their own blood and lives.

These are the personal intentions of myself, Lord Darthion Illys, and are not representative of the Church of Bane as a whole.

May the Black Hand have mercy upon your souls."

*tacked under darths notice* Touch my lover, cupcake, and I'll make it so you can never walk again. I'll rend your flesh, and make a throw rug out of it. I have stayed my hand long enough. You just signed your death warrant, cupcake.

*Regarding the notice, Vaelmith sneers and simply takes a copy with him on his way back to the Monolith.*

~This is one of those times I wish the Eldreth Veluutha was around. ~

LordAzack wrote:

*tacked under darths notice* Touch my lover, cupcake, and I'll make it so you can never walk again. I'll rend your flesh, and make a throw rug out of it. I have stayed my hand long enough. You just signed your death warrant, cupcake.

"Bring it."

Audrey reads one of the fliers and just goes off trying to find Darthion.

*Yaston shakes his head with a frown as he reads the flier which brought to him.*

Again?!

http://www.amiaworld.net/phpBB2/viewtopic.php?t=44189

*these posters are tacked up nearly everywhere the Amia:Retribution ones happen to be*

*Amontep reads Darthion's statement and thinks to himself with a sadistic smile: An so the time of the elves is about to end on Amia... very good.*

*giando reads one of the fliers and chuckles*
"How many times are you going to say things like this, heh"
*he takes one of the notices with him and shows it around to the elves he knows, warning them to be ready*

*attached to some of the notes, randomly enough to suggest they were more or less put up whenever a certain traveler encountered them rather than systematically*

Wow Fat Cheeks, you hat up and go declare war against an entire race. I wonder how many arrows they'll manage to impale in all that blubber you've got, probably a lot. While you're off on your lumbering and idiotic rampage, maybe you should look at the four idiots who were too weak in the service to your alleged "righteous" Lord Bane to fight off two sun elves. They're more of a disgrace to your misguided faith than any point-ear-inflicted death or injury could ever hope to be. But apparently that thought bounced off the rolls of fat layering your head before it managed to penetrate to your brain. Oh well.

*Where the signature would normally be is a simple drawing of a ridiculously fat figure with tiny arms and legs under which is written:*

Lard Darthion Fatcheeks, Dread Bumbler of Bane

Any of these notes that have the attached insult are immediately ripped down and burned by Audrey if she would pass them.

Josalynn sees a notice and shakes her head giggling softly.

"Me thinks he causes more chaos then a Cyrist. Mayhaps Audrey has affected him more then he has affected her."

She then carries a flier around to show and warn all of her elven friends.

*as long as Darthions notices stay up, they get vandalized with above message, there is little pattern to where they crop up, though some places that may have Darthy's notices such as Tarkuul and Underport are lacking the vandalism, but most places get defaced now and then*

Nailed to the door of the hideout in Underport, and any other notice outside of Cordor, including those in Tarkuul, is the following:

A life for a life. An eye for an eye. Make sure you can afford to reap what you sow, Cupcake.

AxlLeigh wrote:

Nailed to the door of the hideout in Underport, and any other notice outside of Cordor, including those in Tarkuul, is the following:

A life for a life. An eye for an eye. Make sure you can afford to reap what you sow, Cupcake.

When Rikku comes across one of these possibly in the forest outside Cordor he shaeks his head and walks on.
"Khan friend, when you think the lives she has taken while serving that same Darthion's Bane, will get proper retribution?"

Dradoc walks by one of the notices in Tarkuul.

"It appears Darthion will not allow the disgracing of his faith and brotherhood to go unpunished... It's a wonder he has not already waged a full-scale assault against Cordor itself. ...This could prove to be very entertaining before it's all over and done with."

A wry smile finds its way to Dradoc's lips as he shoulders his staff once again, turning and heading back to the Tower of the Damned.

Highly amused, though his face or monotone voice would never reveal it, Denti reads over a flier commenting in his believed high tongue, "Lessers on a crusade against other lessers? Oh wonderful, I may not have to kill them all myself if they keep this up."

Written up on one of the notices...

"All elves, does that include drow since we are 'debatedly part of the elven race?"

A half-elf commoner walks by and posts

And what about half elfs? Do we become half dead? I always wanted a bonearm...

Audrey raises her sword and drives a straight line indicating the number one, down a heartless sun elf corpse right outside of Amia Frontier, hanging from a tree. Those who can recognize her, might see the remains of Alandra Tir'lon

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When Rosalinde Seriah Obervan hears about this, and sees the notices--she growls, clasping a hand firmly to the symbol of Tyr needled into the chest of her tabbard.

Almighty Tyr above, they cause more chaos here then Cyricists do... This is insane. I pray if they allow me into the Guard, that I will be allowed to try and stop this insanity...

Left behind at one of Darthion's notices, the scales of law balanced by the blade has been carved into the paper, along with a small prayer to Tyr below it.

Two of these fliers are taken and posted in Cordor and Winya, with a note added at the bottom.

"They intend to keep killing elves to root the pair who did this out. Do everyone a favour, whoever you are, and face up to them directly so your kin stops dieing, please. Thank you."

*In response to Dark's notice in Cordor*

"The pair of elves should be commended for getting rid of the Banites. Not blamed for their response, if they do go out, they should be honoured with the presence of a warparty. Why should the proper response to the Banite's actions be to cave in to their demmands or try to appease them?"

*Added to the Cordor note*
"They took out eight people before, no? I assume they'll be okay doing it again. Though I actually meant to go talk to them. But if anyone intends to organise a war party, go ahead."

"T'was six. But I fail to see why the annihalation of the Banites, which are a problem for us all, should be left to two, admittedly annoying elves. Should it not be, that all of those who fight for the greater good, take up arms and slay the Banite menace? Tis' not their responibility, it is a task for us all. You are correct in assuming they could propably eliminate them again, but we should not force them to"

The body in the tree is taken down, in it's place a painting of the corpse is hung, with "Dead sun elf, Killed by Bane's Black Hand" painted at the top of the canvas as a signifier.

*tacked to all notes in Cordor*

Leave talk of religious war and cleansing off of our streets. Preach it in your churches if you wish but we want nobody bringing religious conflict into our lands.

~Sergeant Taelar Ardelyn Cordor Adventure Guard~

Xaviera, on reading the notice posted in Cordor, rolls her eyes. "This is getting ridiculous...."

*Ebony reads Darthion's statement and thinks to herself "oh grat! less time with my belovedid Amontep an more that cod go rong with our wedding" she fliks her wings with irtashon the meny gems apon them gliter deep in to the night as she walks off*

*Crunch spots one of the fliers, then raises a brow at the whispered conversations around it*

"Ye sissies ever consider ignorin tha bugger instead of wettin yerselves every time he opens his mouth?"

*he snorts derisively at the look of fear on their faces, and strolls off*

*A black clad elven male with glowing eyes reads one of the original fliers by Darthion, not seeming to even blink as he places it back and speaks quietly to himself.*

"I do wonder, does this have any point."

*word of this reaches Frey in his office*

Hrmm.

*the lich reaches into a deskdrawer, pulling forth a piece of parchment. Dipping the quill in its well, it writes a message, holds it up and over the candle on the desk, and then rolls it up, depositing it into one its silver-green scrollsheaths.

It then looks towards the wall to its right, and mutters a command word, ancient, gutteral. A swirling void of darkness spins open, and out steps a small young girl... with a rather large chunk of her neck missing and oozing black ichor. It hands the scrollsheath to his precious Sasha, then speaks, the voice echoing and appearing to come from a long way away, yet directly behind those assembled in the Speakers Office*

Bring this to the Dread Inquisitor. Let no other open it, save upon payment of their soul. Let him know the Dreadlord sends its regards.

*with this, Sasha disappears into the void still swirling on the wall, faint moans and screams floating from within, and the portal slams shut immediately after*

Talana *shrugs* Guess the two elves had it coming to them after all.

She writes anonymously on one of the posters:

Lord Darthion is a feebleminded buffoon who shall be burnt at the stake. So sayeth the Church of Lathander!

*Calin leaves a simple message*

"Instead of yabbering about it, why don't you just go kill him?

-Signed
Calin Katar, Warlord of the Order of the Flaming Blade"

*An ancient creature observes a couple of the first posted notices, not bothering to read any others. Through the orbits of his demonic skull helm, he glares, his fierce red eyes burn with hate.

His helms mouth unclenches and releases his bone white pipe, still trailing a streamer of pipe smoke. He calmly stores his pipe within the folds of his cloak......

Then SHRIEKS with Rage. His black and emerald robes billow and its frayed edges swirl about him. He looks for all appearences like a horrible wraith.

Barely hovering a few inches above the floor, he streaks forward with unnatural speed.

Heavy, tremor causing footsteps, can be heard in the wake of Quar'agh's departure*

Additional fliers are spread around the country side near Darthion's letters by a pair of underfed and half beaten goblins.

"One Eye's Warriors will join with Darthion on his cleansing! Corellon's filth will be reminded of their place: dead and buried six feet under."

//Mago, I love you man.

// Sorry for the OOC. But I should clarify that there won't be any KoS or hostiling of the entire server.

Any potential encounters will follow the PvP rules currently in place. Should there be any concerns or questions in regards to the previous statements made, or this, feel free to contact me OOCly in-game or by PM here on the forums.

A redheaded man in dark clothes reads Darth's poster while in the Hag's Hut restocking his potions and frowns deeply "Wonder if Arial's deal with him is overridden by this?" He sighs and adds the potions to his bags and squeezes one of the amulets around he neck. A quick portal zips up and take him in a heartbeat and he's gone

*Any of the flyers, along with any additions left with them, are removed from the lands of Bendir Dale by a mage wearing the militia colors while out on one of her patrols. If they are replaced, they are once again removed.*

*A gruesome scene would meet those who travelled into the Amia Frontier this day. The beheaded, scorched and battered bodies of Ael'avain Auvrea'raheal and Vaax Auvrea'raheal could be seen nailed onto two trees, with their impaled heads stuck on top of two sticks in between them.

The bodies had been dragged with chains, as Lord Darthion Illys and Audrey Zinata would have been spotted walking with them, bodies in tow, from Amia Forest to the Amia Frontier, where the bodies would have been beheaded and then put up for display.

In the Amia Frontier, several marks of combat and trails of blood would also be noticed with those of a keen eye.

Two bloodtrails would tell of two additional bodies, which would seem to have been carried towards Cordor.

Attached to the forehead of one of the elves, a simple and crude note can be seen, which reads:*

"This day, justice has been served.

These two heretic elves have come to face the righteous punishment due to their malicious acts and crimes against the the followers of the Black Hand.

Those who oppose the Black Hand, and by doing so intend to spread chaos and evil, face death sooner and more harshly than those who do not.

The Black Hand and His faithful followers show no mercy upon those who seek to harm His Church, and will strike down any heretics who holds and acts upon such intentions.

These two elves, who claimed to be of the most powerful breed, were humbled and devastatingly defeated at the hands of just -one- righteous follower of the Black Hand, being Awakened Audrey Zinata.

She alone, mastered these two elves in combat, showing that they are nothing short of weak, and unworthy of the claims they have made.

Justice has been served, and the Black Hand favours His redemption."

The note is quickly relocated.

Mere moments after Darthion and Crew walk away, Katsumi is raised by Daishar, who helps her get the bodies out, despite the snarking done between the elves and non-elves almost immediately.

Ensuring her blood-kin are safe, she vanishes into the shadows, bound for the home she shares with Iaide.

After the carnage had ensued, the bodies of the two elves and the two War Knights were raised by a cleric in golden armor. The scene was akin to that of a hospice, and the ones who were lucky enough to have pulled through were weary from their wounds for some time before heading back to their respective paths.

In time of tending to the ravaged, much was said between the many fellow travelers on the scene. The unknown cleric in golden armor seemed the most upset at the recent events that have unfolded, and has sworn to defend the area near the Temple of Love which he resides.

Edonils fingers moves over the parchment reading the heavy print then frowns
"Orderly.. you attacted War Knight in a mass of chaos without honor in single combat between two warriors. One thing to take up your personal battle another to have a challenge to personal self and then have all your 'minions' gang up as well upon one man then take down another sister who did not attack during it before it was turned upon her. That was chaos not order. Practice what you preach"

Frowns and taps off with a pack with a child in it who is playing with her hair.

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