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In the dockhouse of kampos, Around mid-day and lunchtime, Brilmara Hammerhand puts up a notice at the public board
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Thayvian Enclave.

I have heard rumours, whispers in the winds and murmurs around the caverns of this isle. I see your might, i see your power and i seek it myself.
The 'death rose lilly' in the deep caverns have blossomed twice already, indicating that two moons have passed since the enclave set foot upon the soil of the isle.

And in this short period, you have managed to provide the strongest foothold of all factions in the shortest of time.
Your name reeks of fear, when pheasants and slaves mention it.
Your hand stretches far, and your word of power near infinite.

I wish power. I wish strength in word , and i want the honour and respect it includes.

I shall return to this post four times this next moon cycle, if no response is given i shall tear it down and extract vengeance upon the enclave for ignoring it.
For here i am, presenting my name and safety for your cause, and would you choose to turn it down it's an utmost dishonour.

Yours truly, and with love.
Brilmara Hammerhand

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*A beaten up Arzira, who has taken one too many axe blows recently, a disastrous event in the forest having passed over, warily looks over the notice. A small smile shows on her exhausted face, and she makes a note to return to meet this subject.*

hmmm.... must be a druid

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Gharl Killith: Hobgoblin Headhunter
Olaf Grudgebringer: Bad tempered Dwarvern Weaponsmith
"But thats mainly because I'm an Aussie and what you guys call flaming and rudeness I call a normal conversation."

Nina spots the notice as she stops to rest for a bit, and takes it, leaving a small note in its place.

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Eli Hodgewall <{/,~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~X
Sven <=={o===========>
Qeelak \ | / ,

*scrawled on the bottom of the new note* Slavery is commonplace in Thay, I doubt they truly care.

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

Kira "Penny" Sigers
Better than Boulderdash!

*Arzira finds her way back to the notice board, and reads Nina's message. A surprisingly strong, yet mixed, emotion flows over her. A hot, electifying sensation is felt as she reads about purification by fire. Yet with it, a small pang of suffering is evident in her eyes, akin to a weary old fellow having just lost a friend.*

*She stares at the notice board, unsure expression before writing a response:*

Brilmara Hammerhand,

If it is power you seek, you have come to the right place. The Enclave boasts a great variety of spellcasters able to suppliment your needs, whether they be as a warrior, a stalker, or a fellow caster. However, know that with such power comes great envy. Many on the island hide behind moral idealism as an excuse for their hostile jealousy of our superior magic. Even for the ones who are sincere in opposing what we stand for - necromancy, demonology, diabology, and slavery - they will still hold you accountable by association.

It would be entirely dishonest of me to say anything less. If you sign up with the Enclave, you sign up for war. Perhaps you are the kind of person who seeks that thrill. I look forward to interviewing you in person.

-Sincerely yours, Arzira Phetoril, Khazark


*Arzira pauses a moment, then posts a second notice*

To Nina Thorrow, sister of flame,

I write with the possibility of you seeing this at some point. Coexistance is not something we can stand for. The only peace that we will bring must involve the dominance and take-over of the entire island. Diplomatic measures were initiated upon establishing the Enclave, including mentions of restricting the practices of necromancy, slavery, and the summoning of extraplanar evils. Orders were initially given, to the dismay of a few Enclave members, to refrain from these practices. However, a number of factions scorned and refused us despite our diplomatic attempts, the Monolith being notable among them.

Perhaps such rejections are well jutified, given the apparent history of Thayvian presence on the island. Remember that I am only five tendays old here, and was not present to witness such experiences first hand.

But whether justified or not, the outcome remains the same. Restrictions are lifted, and peaceful coexistence is not an option.

-In flame, Arzira Phetoril, Khazark

Nina frowns on her way back thru. "thus ends my hope that this enclave would be different..." she then leaves a message.

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Eli Hodgewall <{/,~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~X
Sven <=={o===========>
Qeelak \ | / ,

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Inside Kampos, Brilmara Hammerhand spots nina for the second time, The first time she did not know who she was. It was after she read her post that she understood 'What she was'.
Now, As she sees her for the second time, She's furious
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-"Get the HELL AWAY FROM MY RECRUITMENT POST, YOU *A lot of explicit curses follow regarding Nature, Heritage, Family, Childhood and appearance*
I'ma trying ta conclude some serious business here, and what'cha think yer doing!?!
Cluttering up my message with nonsense ramblings about this and that, Eh? EH!

You have some nerve, haven't you ... Meddling with me, My doin's and my affairs... You don't think i can handle meself, Eh? EH!" She screamed

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She waves her Greatsword against Nina in a manner that suggests it doesn't weight more than a wooden-stick for her, while she greatly attempts to shoo her away.
She ends it all by tearing down the last response Nina gave, and continues to stuff her mouth full to eat it up, Glaring at Nina.
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She is a petite hin wearing blue robes and a yellowish hat. Her own scimitar hangs upon her back, easily a foot taller than the little lady who bears its added weight with little effort. Beyond that, the little red head is rather comely all things considered.

Nina blinks in astonishment and glances to a bouncer for a moment before looking at the woman waving the blade. Deciding it better to not combust the woman on the spot and risk a lucky stike from the blade, she casts improved invisibility upon herself and moves about as she taunts the apparently hostile taller, positioning herself closer to the door, a quick strategy forming in her mind of how best to immolate her apparent foe should it come to such.

"Oh! I had no idea you were a barbarian posing as a failed diviner! I am surprised you can write or read for that matter ya nasty wart of a taller!"

She then dashes out the stairs, not noting that her note has been eaten, calling forth the Juggernaut she affectionately called "Tin Can" once safely outside. She tells it to bar the stairway out for a short time, buying her the precious moments required to properly protect herself with the weave.

"Tin Can, back up a bit now..." she commanded her summoned companion to make room incase the woman would bull rush out.

She stands waiting to see if the thug follows her, a combust spell at the ready. In close quarters by the bar, she had been at the disadvantage.
Outside... here the seasoned Eldritch Knight had little doubt she would emerge the victor if a fight was truly the intent of the ranting woman with the sword that-no-just-gods-would-ever-have-allowed-to-be-made. She stood watching and waiting for nearly ten minutes before taking the cart back to Bendir, allowing her spells to fade as she sat comfortably.

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Eli Hodgewall <{/,~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~X
Sven <=={o===========>
Qeelak \ | / ,

A big armored man walks up to the posts, canting his head to one side, then tears off the bottom half of the Thayan response to Nina, and walks off with it, leaving the response to the initial poster untouched.

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

Kira "Penny" Sigers
Better than Boulderdash!

A Certain Black Robed Skull Masked Necrophant looks at one of the origional posters and appears to sigh deeply as he reads the name.

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Khaldun Menetnashte Khalfani
Victor Wilkinson

^totally not a lie or anything.