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Followers of the true faith

It's time to get us together once more. I call for the clerics to present to me as soon as possible. Wiltun is the place for the meeting. You can send me a message if necessary.

May the Black Lord Bane empower us all.

Amontep, Doom Knight of the Malevolent Fist of the church of Bane.

*Above is no longer readable, just pieces of wood and paper*

alamut wrote:

Followers of the true faith

It's time to get us together once more. I call for the clerics to present to me as soon as possible. Wiltun is the place for the meeting. You can send me a message if necessary.

May the Black Lord Bane empower us all.

Amontep, Doom Knight of the Mavelolent Fist of the church of Bane.

A single note is left, no sign of who did it.

It's spelled Malevolent, not Mavelolent.

"So they just broadcast these meetings? Pretty bold. Stupid, but bold."
The Hin makes note of it and continues on his way*

*Calin tears down any of the posters in Wiltun and places one message up on top of one post*

"Like hell it is. Wiltun welcomes you individually, but we aren't playing host to large groups meeting up like this.

You can meet outside the damned city. Your allowed in one at a time, but a large group of you lot meeting in Wiltun publically will bring down a shit storm of chaos we don't need. Its well known the Banites attract flies like a pile of steaming crap. If you want to keep order, you will listen to this message and not persist in making Wiltun your choice of meeting location. If you were going to meet here, you shouldn't have made it so damned public.

Either organise this is private, or pick some other place.

- Liutenant Calin Katar"

A tired looking half-elf with jet black hair, reads the notice and raises a brow slightly. Tapping her fingers on the two sword scabbards on her hip she gives a somewhat paranoid glance around, eyeing the shadows then sky, before tugging out her portal wand and disappearing into it with a mumble and shake.

*Ðraco passes by the notice, after taking a moment to read it over a malicious grin comes over his face. Looks around casually and mutters low to himself.*

"No matter, it served its purpose"

*Without uttering another word he wraps his wings around his body like a cloak and makes his way into the Noway Inn for a drink*

*A dark man with an obsidian armor, wearing a might and powerful helmet bearing blades at each side of it and bearing an amulet with the symbol of Bane approaches the board and attaches another post*

Followers of the true faith

It's time to get us together once more. I call for the clerics to present to me as soon as possible. Wiltun is the place for the meeting. However, we shall show them an example of order and peace, moving to another area to avoid misunderstood and chaotic actions driven by paladins, elfs and whoever fears His wrath. Unfortunately, Wiltun might not be capable to sustain the order as stated above. But let's not blame them. The forces of chaos are too strong in this area. You can send me a message if necessary.

May the Black Lord Bane empower us all.

Amontep, Doom Knight of the Malevolent Fist of the church of Bane.

The Notice is once again, Torn down, But this time by a hin in red and gold armor, and replaced by a piece of paper Bearing Both the War Knight's and their Warlord's Crest.

*The post is replaced and, at this time, Amon remains standing next to it. Every time he walks off, he carries the notice with him*.

Under cover of stealth and spell, a small note is posted during one of the moments that Amontep is away from the board:

Fear? Like the rest of your ilk, you are a fool. No one fears your decrepit 'god'.

There is no signature, and once removed it does not return.

At some point, someone managed to get a copy of all the written parts.

And somewhere whilst having her nails done someone else listens as they are read aloud.

Elsewhere in Wiltun, someone can be heard complaining about vandalism of advertisements on the noticeboard.

"No vandalizing posters on Wiltuns board, unless given the authority of lord wiltun to do so.

Next stupid adventurer to do it will be arrested, and have their hands removed so they can't do it again.

-Liuetnant Calin Katar"

*The message is put up, along with a replacement of Amonteps second message*

// Just to clear any possible confusion, my post was adding a note to the board in response to the original one, there was no vandalism on that part of that post, at least! If this isn't about mine, then don't worry about this OOC lol

Jarl-Kapten and Knight Commander of Wiltuns guard gestures to one of his men. A keening whine becomes evident in the area as the guard lazily whirls a grapple and hook. A muscular arm would bend and release the iron, hooking it over the top of the notice board.

A Barked order.

Men grunting.

A Crash of timber.

The adventurers notice board is no more.

The Greying Jarl-Kapten begins a hoarse address from the middle of the keeps courtyard.

"By edict of the Jarl, public notices must now be passed to Master Parrico who will decide whether or not they will be posted publically. Due to the horrors committed on Caraigh censure is now in force. The rabble of Adventurers who caused death on the island of Caraigh will know -LAW-. Anyone violating the -LAWS- of Wiltun will find themselves enjoying the hospitality of our Jail."

With that the Greying Kapten would stride back to the Map Room.

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