Those who follow Bane are cowards.

Bane's Dogma demands that everyone fear, so that none will rise up and rebel. His followers are ruled by fear, and what do we call those whose lives are ruled by fear? Cowards.

His dogma demands that all will kneel to his tyranny in life or forever be tortured in death. This is a Lie. Bane will never rule the afterworld, and so cannot make this happen.

Standing up to this lie and recognizing it for what it is takes courage in the face of living torment. Bane's cowards can not find the courage to stare the lie in the face and deny it. They fear for their pitiful lives. They live for Bane, but they have not the courage to die for what is right.

Some of you out there have broken the shackles of fear and saw the lie and found the courage to deny it. Some of you have suffered for this, yet stayed fast and true to yourselves. This is courage.

Those of you who have achieved this victory are called heretics, and it has been promised to you in Bane's dogma that you will be hunted down for eternity, and so many of you hide your faces, hoping that they never find you.

They just might.

Why, however, why let them come for you one at a time? Rise up and let them come at all of us, at once. United, they will never succeed. Divided, we will be picked off, one by one, until all examples of those who had the courage to deny the fear of the lie are wiped out.

Find me.

Janna

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I hated hipsters before hating them was cool.

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Yes, I made a signature.

*Azeriel hears rumours of a templar patrolling within Triadic knight patrolled areas and goes out to locate such an individual, regarding the posters he does not say much at all, what he thinks remains a mystery*

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Sir Azeriel El'johnson - Tormtar and Triadic Knight

*Theos sees the notice and chuckles*

"If one fears that insufferable collection of phoney warriors, they've likely already lost their best advantage; realization that the Banites are full of more bluster than aptitude. Their history on this island is marked by failure after failure, humiliation upon humiliation. These children do not look to history and see only that which the Banites wish them to. If so, then they have already lost."

*He heads on with two grey shadows in tow, ready to hunt for whomever, good bad and otherwise; who might be defiling the wilds...*

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Working on tastey new adventures!
Playing: Theos Gend, Perry Sawmir, Mers Larin
Good? Bad? I'm the guy with the two giant wolves.

A single, fairly obscure note is pasted up onto only the Cordorian version of this notice:

Having Banite troubles? Need someone to clear them away? Well, go no further, because I, Tarich the Master Banite Slayer, am here to help! For only the nominal payment of 100,000 coins, I will deal with any Banite problems you might have!
~Grandmaster Tarich Swift the Magnificent the Master Banite Slayer

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*Xal puts up a note*

"We already know Bane is full of shit, and thats why Cyric's followers are so common in his forces. The issue isn't what they stand for, as anyone in the church with half a brain (Which ain't much I admit), knows full and well that their beliefs are completely stupid. Rather its the people who wish to take what they want that are the issue. Banes "Dogma" is a good excuse to do that.

Banites are nothing more then organised Bandits. Thats it. Even the names are similar Bane/Bandit. The only fear someone should have of Bane is the fear one should have of any random fellow in full plate or weilding magic, and that is the fear of being attacked, a fear of survival.

-Xal"

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I keels u with my axe!

"Do ye know where the Holy-Flamin' Frost-brand Gronk-slayin' Vorpal Hammer o' woundin' an' returnin' an' Shootin'-Lightnin'-out-yer-bum is?"

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A figure in yellow and purple strolls casually past one of the notice boards when this particular notice catches her attention. She reads over it's entire length before ripping it off, folding it carefully and placing it in small pocket on the inside of her cloak.

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"I once took the high road and it took me straight to hell and I stood there all by myself." -Hank III

*Would place a post under the poster* Selling services to counter Banite threat. 250 thousand gold. *Signed* Nakasha Ilstar.

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Nakasha
Izzy
Defender Calika Nethzil
Aridial

*After reading Janna's poster, Snobbles notices Nakasha's post and quickly tears it down and burns it*

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Snobbles: The Scarey Midget.
Shia Belwardo: Sorcerer with no morals.

"Only on Amia.. do people sign their names at the end of stupid letters."

One might hear a whisper in the shadows say.

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a.k.a. Audrey Zinata

A wandering Paladin across the island with a gentle scarr across the side of his face would gaze at the post for a few moments, moving to rub his chin for a moment before moving on whilst speaking aloud to himself over the Minmir Bridge.

"Whilst many hold hatred for those that follow others, there's always the hope of that the darkness shall be lit once more within their heart. When the day comes, I pray that they are forgiven."

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A man shrouded in black reads the note with a slight laugh.
"Thats quite rich. A woman who openly denies her fear of Bane, and so easily tells the world of her schemes. She will be found one day. I shall enjoy draining her lifeblood across the whole of Bane's land. 'Those who cross the Black Hand meet their dooms earlier and more harshly than those who worship other deities.' " The man laughs to himself walking into the night.

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:: A tall pale male wearing his green and black chain coat takes a look at the notice in Kampos with a sigh, then chuckles to himself:: (Those of you who would know him would recognize as Chris)

"Wait until you get a load of me"

::After the simple statement, he would then leave Kampos with his Bastard Sword against his broad shoulders and heads towards the Docks::

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Christopher Von Gradwitz- Weapons Master
Vindel Rastana- Spellsword