I offer the sum of one hundred thousand gold to any who can silence the old mage in the Cordor market hall for good. Proof of this will net the reward mentioned. Any succesful may reply to Speedy box 666666.

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Siggy by Maryn

Copies of this letter find themselves given to:

Hil'rash himself.
Speedy's, so he knows what his boxes are being used for.
The guard outside the guardhouse in East.

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Davion Telemos - Monk of the Four Winds
Korthan Isharnos - Dragon Shaman of Thunder Spirit Zamasham

*there is a dark chuckle from somewhere in the shadows and a figure clutches a handfull of letters that had wound its way to where they should have. Time would now tell.*

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Siggy by Maryn

All notices in Cordor South, the Tall and Short, and the Underground (sans the Sanctuary of Sin) are removed.

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Sir Taelar Ardelyn of Wiltun
Winner of the Razor Tongued Award 2015!

Kira "Penny" Sigers
Better than Boulderdash!

*assuming these posters made their way to the back allies of Shadowscape City, Beldor spies one and squint his teal eyes from behind his helm*

"The hell is it with people these days pickin' fights with folk that ain't done nothin' to deserve it? [Blankedy blank-blankers] should just shut the trolltrough up and sit down somewhere."

*He looks around and grunts as if expecting that the person that hung them up was somewhere about before furling his cape and lumbering back to his mansion in the middle of the city.*

Glyph notices one of the posters half torn laying somewhere around cordor, must have drifted out of a bin in the wind.


"oh....I hope my notice about his new gear didn't cause this...I never said anything about wanting him dead...I guess I should scope out the place to be sure....blasted assassins all over the place...."

Null also comes across one somewhere...

"pft, fools gold, whoever wrote this has obviously never taken on a mage before, let alone such a well known one...must have been here for years...."

*A letter is delivered to Speedy's, labeled management*

Dear Sir's,

As a longstanding customer and businessperson who pays up front for my own privacy and have immense respect for your practice of preserving the same.

I would like my box, No.666, moved so as not to be in any way assosiated with box owner No.666666. Though I am loath to give in to people who have not the maners to conduct vile business where it belongs, certainly not in your fine establishment, I will understand if a move is not possible. We can certainly arrange a suitable solution.

In addition, because I so cherish your indespensible business, I would be honored to viciously slander anyone and anything that harms or disrupts your services. Simply let me know who, what, and where.

-Your humble servant and now annoyed inhabitant of the shadows, Darkness

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Thine taste in horrid footwear not withstanding, I did not say that thou were in fact an idiot, I merely implied that such things were self evident.

-Krrja

*a number of letters are sent out to those who responded so very quickly to the call. The laughter amongst the shadows redoubles then. The board is set and pieces in place. Time for the dice to roll...

And as for the box that had caused so very much consternation it becomes available once again, with no explanation given. It had already served its brief purpose.*

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Siggy by Maryn