Simple wooden post with a few planks, and the following notice were placed all about the isle over the night, a large figure wearing a heavy huge leather cloak and robe driving them into the soil with a gloved hand, like a hammer. Strange tracks left in the ground about each were the soil wet. The being moved with surprising speed.


Each sign was slightly different, by each of the various locations: (Valley of the Aracnid, Skull Crags, Kobold Hills, Bramble Woods, Forest of Dispair, Lowlands Delta Trog Ruins, Wild gnome settlements in the Amian forest, Troll Troll caves, Quagmire, Mylock settlement, Mountains East of the Amian Forest, Beastman settlement, Bitter Coast Bandit Hideout, Gulnan's Hold, the Beholder and Illithid Lair, Underport. They would be checked, and replaced at least once every second night.)

Do you want to be free?
Do you want food?
Do you want to have a life of plenty?
Do you want a safe home?
Do you want your spawn safe?
What would you give for that?

These things are able to be had, at all times. It requires Balance. Faith in a cause beyond mortal scope. Do you want to hope for this? To believe that Balance can come to you, if you believe in The Crimson Scale.

You may have walked one time in the ways of the Horde, trying to claim back a piece of land to call your own for your own kind. You may have fought humans or elves. You have faced pain, suffering, constant attacks by the so-called 'good' people on this isle.

Your kind existed before they came. Now you, your tribe, your family, your brood, your kind are forced to survive and fight amongst one another, and other races who face the same abuse for scraps. What wealth you work for, is stolen from you by butchers who walk the isle claiming to be 'good' people. They say things to absolve them of their actions even while they burn down your huts and cut you down like animals for sport.

It is true that most adventurers are Human spawn, or elf spawn, or dwarf spawn. You may have feuds with the other races. You may have long standing rivalries with them. But there has been much blood spilled on both sides and as long as you continue to fight one another, this blood will upset The Scale. This is exactly what they want. Turning you with this hate, this is not Balance. This makes you do their butchery for the enemies of The Balance. Yes you might be angry, and we all are angry for wrong by other races, other tribes, but they are not the true enemy. They are victims just like you. Victims of the same pains, by those who are Out of Balance.

The Crimson Scale, brings Balance, and Balance will bring these dreams to life. You will find enough food to get through hard winters. The Scale will see to it that you have all you need to survive and to grow stronger, the stronger that you believe and heed it. Those who are Out of Balance, will crash and fall from Its measure. You wish the freedom to be yourself. To be as your kind are, to keep your traditions. The Scale does not care that you have belief in other things, that you have rituals. It only seeks the Balance which will bring stability to the world for those who believe in It.

You must believe, if you are not willing to believe, then you will find yourself without... while those who are In Balance survive. You will find yourself starving when you could have food to eat. You will find your lands continuing to be encroached. Your spawn slain by those Out of Balance, your freedom taken away while those who believe keep their land. Your needs will be provided for, provided you believe, that you become Balanced.

I have seen with my own eyes the power of The Crimson Scale, and the transformation of my homeland by its power, In Balance. Mounds of treasure, ancient artifacts, food and shelters created by the believers, It knows what must be done, what the future holds, and how to find one's way. The Scale is powerful, but without faith, without hard work and sacrifice to enter a state Balance nothing can be done.

Freedom, protection under the Crimson Scale, when its true power is invoked, when enough believe and become Balanced.. lo' the Land will be Remeasured! And it will come, and the Balance will be settled, and life anew will begin for all. A fairer life for all who are who seek Balance within the measure of The Crimson Scale.

Wisdom seekers, Shamans, Priests, Chieftans.. Tribal leaders.. any seek wisdom of the Hierophant of the Crimson Scale, leave your mark and I will come. I will show you the power of the Crimson Scale incarnate and bring to you Its wisdom, open the doorway to The Path, but know will not be one of ease, but Balance must be achieved.




[There are also various icons symbology left affixed to the signs along the bottom in large display, with pictographs of the above Icon being equal to wordings of 'Food' of 'Safety' of 'Wrath to Enemy', 'Believe in Crimson Scale' and the Icon being friend of the various races targeted by the signs where appropriate.]

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Dwagin [Duh-wa-GIN] N. - 1a. Small and cute thingum, particularly fond of four legged scaled creatures of the metalic and chromatic varieties.

-Extraordinarily ordinary in the mostest of ways.

A hin with red and gold armor, A katana in his right hand with the blade resting on his shoulder walks by the sign at the Mylock hills, he pauses to read it, with holding a laughter, after finishing he finally lets out "HA!" quiet loudly aswell. He pulls out his journal and quill and writes on a bit of paper, tearing it from the book and attaching it to the sign.

"Try to make yourself appear less of a diety, it gives them the wrong impression, as they would think you some sort of god, when all it is, A charity act. and I ask that you not insult them so, you make it sound as if they're constantly slaughtered, that they're barely surviving, I'm assuming half of these races are tribes full of warriors, by saying this sort of thing you insult both their honour and pride. I wont be expecting anything but a torn up sign to show they don't want your help.

~Warbearer Snobbles"

Snobbles puts his journal and pauses after hearing a loud stomp behind him, He turns and grins at a Mylock behind his helmet, Lowering his blade into fighting position and saids "Let's play.."

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

The note in Bramble Woods is removed and rolled up (if it can be), else stowed away, by a human male bearing the symbol of Mielikki on the colors of the forest. This one can be found here often lately as well, as the goblins can attest to in their somewhat diminishing ranks of late.

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A response was penned on the back of Snobbles' sheet, and it was tacked so that it might be displayed.


"We are but the mortal guide for those seeking to be Balanced, aiding those who seek to follow the ways of The Crimson Scale, o' Bringer of War. To reap the benefits of fellowship of the Scale. What comes of their action is tied to the dedication one has following the ways of the Scale. Charity is something given freely, but the way of the Scale is a forged path. A means to prosperity, and safety through effort and belief. If there is any insult to be had it is your kind's presence on sovereign lands without invitation, and the continued slaughter of the peoples therein, Warbearer."


The posting in Bramble Woods would find itself replaced without much ado.

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Dwagin [Duh-wa-GIN] N. - 1a. Small and cute thingum, particularly fond of four legged scaled creatures of the metalic and chromatic varieties.

-Extraordinarily ordinary in the mostest of ways.

The signs seem to be checked, mended or replaced due to the harsh spring weather, and various other accidents which occur in the wilderness.

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Dwagin [Duh-wa-GIN] N. - 1a. Small and cute thingum, particularly fond of four legged scaled creatures of the metalic and chromatic varieties.

-Extraordinarily ordinary in the mostest of ways.

The posting in Bramble Woods would be regularly removed by Crow during his regular patrols.

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