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*The poster reads in common, undercommon, and draconic* The Denizens.
*It reads and below a description* My grand friends of shadow, darkness, and fear. Read this and know your calling is near.
*Below a painting of a man sitting in a throne pointing his gaunleted finger at the watcher, and large demon beside him*

Come brothers and sisters. Assassins, shadowdancers and arcane weavers. We are rising. Join with me, in our Council of true control. Where one can rise the ranks as TRUE master assassins. Wizards, Sorcerers, Rogues, all who can walk in the shadows, are welcomed. Of all deities and races, that matters little to me. It is your skill! Your trickery. For we are the denizens of night, and it is within night's deathly shroud that we will exact the deaths of all. That is.....for the right price of course. If you wish to join, send a message through speedy's delivery service to Arune. My name will not be disclosed, nor will heavy armored men, or others trying to catch me will get any luck.
(OOC as well since there seems to be confusion: He is Not Disclosing His Real Name, as well as the painting could or could not be him. You can't paint yourself sitting in a chair correctly. viewtopic.php?f=58&t=52830 is the picture's original post. He is Only Giving Out A Name To Reach Him By)
The letter will find its recipient.
(OOC: Send a message or tell Nadridor Arune in game).
Once our ranks are sufficient we will begin our master plan. Our great scheme. And those who are wished dead. Will die.
*The last two words are written in blood, and its last drop slides off the page*These posters are posted in Cordor, L'Obsul, Tarkuul, and on a single tree outside of Bendir*

A rather plain looking human woman comments after seeing the poster.

"Such openness is doomed to fail."

Jack wanders by the poster and notices the blood on the ground beneath it, he then looks up and skims through its writings. He simply shakes his head.

"Damned fools, all of them. Nev will see it soon... Shouldn't be long."

He heads towards the Market Hall with his hands behind his back, his left hand clasped over his right wrist.

Cordor:

Belalad stops looking at one of the posters an just pauses for a few secound... few moments. Than more moments go by. Rather than actually removing the fliers he simply pulls up a chair and sits off to the side of the flier. Any person stopping and looking at the poster he writes down their description in great detail, and occasionaly arrests them for questioning. ((If possible would like to do this icly or pms))

Bendir: Removed by a red head with a Juggernaut not far behind her.

*The Posters that are removed seem to reappear a bit after midnight.*

Vrok: "Pffft."

*valkin notices this poster an think's to himself, should i educate this man on the folly of his ways, as life has taught me, or should i allow him to stumble an find his footing, perhaps it is best to wait, if he survives he shall be of use to greater purposes*

*The poster in the Dale finds itself swiftly removed once again in the morning with a with a note left just before dusk. The poster is left on Jo's desk for her information.*

Keep your riff-raff off our ground. We do not welcome those variety of dealings. Not now or ever.
~Nina, Co-Captain of the Bendir Dale Irregulars

*The redhead then sits cloaked by spells the next evening along with her familiar to see if the poster bothers to try leaving another invitation once again*

Cordor:

Belalad continues to keep great detail of anyone noticing this flier. Moves it out of the way of the others so there is no mistake who is reading it. Seen now with his familur out invisible keeping watch too against dancers. If someone questions him he simply shows his guard badge and requests their name, address, citizeen papers. Safe to assume he is not in the least bit amused today.

(If anything happens within cordor I politely request to attempt to do this ingame.)

*a copy of the posters in Tarkuul are taken an placed on file within the library of Tarkuul, they are then removed an replaced with a small note*

Respect is key, an as such i ask that your refrain from using the living city as a recruiting station without having the curtsy to attend to those of station above you and advise of your agenda an desires. If you intend to call people to your banner or flag, might i suggest doing so with a reason an secondly with tact an grace, for this is neither. Seek myself out if you wish to discuss this matter further, perhaps i might be of some assistance to someone obviously new the the politics of the island.

Regards

High Magistari Valkin Mulgin.

*Xal looks at the image and then immediatly cracks up laughing. His laughter goes on for several minutes, and between chuckles he can be heard saying* "That half-orc has to have the tiniest wee little 'ead I have ever seen! It's so cute!"

*Gagis shakes his head in disbelief upon seeing a person in black, red and spikes number 32748327478326432754326453264432574532546532546 publicly announce their intentions*

"A known assailant is a dead assailant...."

*Attaches a note to the bottem of a note in Cordor*

Any one stupid enough to go about recruiting like this for a secret cult of some sort is not going to last very long, how you've gone about this is nothing but stupid, I'd advise you to take all these down before it gets you destroyed.

~WarBearer Snobbles

*Xal sends a letter before he gets on a boat*

"I must ask. How did that Half Orc's head get so small? Its like someone found a child's and put it on a fat half orc's body!

-A

P.S. You lot are officially the worst assassins ever. Mask is probably laughing now at all the misfortunes he's going to place on you for dear calling yourselves assassins and yet recruiting publicly."

*Both notes are removed the next day, while the posters continue to go up* No answer to either*

The Captain of the Adventuring Division does her part in surveillance and the removal of these posters. Usually, it's just idly pulling the ones she sees down on her patrols, if she's going that direction. The ones she pulls down are distributed to the Regulars on various posts about the city, but post certainly the ones operating the gates.

A Poster Detailing An Organization.

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