*message posted on every board*

[mythosfakir]

Across the land of Cormyr and in the outlying towns a slender, chain-wearing, elvish warrior bearing the symbol of Corellon proudly on a chain at his breast bends before each message board and tacks the following parchment - written in Elvish and bearing a small drawing of a black-white mask atop two crossing Elvish blades.

//Written entirely in Elvish.

Cousins, brothers, and sisters of the People!

I hope that this message finds each of you well as you pass it by, and I write these words from my heart. You may have never met the one who pens these words on this parchment, and you may find such a greeting odd. However, though we have not met, I know you, Brother. And I know you, Sister. And I love you.

There is a great unease in this land where there should be peace. The invaders have been repelled, the demons slain, and the heroes victorious. All should be rejoicing and enjoying peace in these days so soon after tragedy has been averted. However, instead we find an even greater foe from within than the one without. There is hatred in this land, my brethren. Old allies turn their eyes upon us as enemies, and even we distrust those who've shed their blood at our side in the past.

You may not know of what I speak, but you will learn soon enough, I fear. It is for this purpose that these words find this page and the page meets your eyes. We all have fought hard for this peace, my People. Men, elves, dwarves, hin, and gnomes; we have all fought and paid for it. We have all sacrificed. We have all lost. We have all won.

Heed the words of this page, my brethren, I beg you. If you see a man, do not gaze on him with distrust and condescension - for you invite the same upon all of us! If you see any being of any race who stands for the good of this land and the people within it embrace that being as an ally - a friend. Too far we've let hatred come in separating us all, and we must stop this new foe just as we have stopped the monsters of the past! All men are not villains even as they are not all heroes, my brethren. This is similarly true for all our past allies. See you a man doing evil - any evil - then mark that man your foe and let him feel your ire, but do not punish all for the sins of one.

A time is coming, my People, when we all shall have to stand united once more. I hope that these words spur you to be prepared for that day.

Go in peace, my brother or sister, and may these words bury themselves in your heart. Corellon grant you grace in all your arts, glory in warfare, and beauty in all that you do in the name of the People.

[qewaye]

A tiny blue-haired elf with bells in her long braided hair stands gazing up at the message with an oversized blue-cloak wrapped tight around her.

She produces a pen and writes underneath in elven:

Is it still alright to put frogs in their boots?

She slips the pen back in her trouser pocket and wanders off. "or...put a little snare over the top step upstairs in the Regal Griffon? Heheheh...."

[Lokarn]

In several locations well known, an item is added at the bottom of the first message. There is no warning, and it apears to be a different person each time. She enters silently, her boots the only sound she makes, she seems to read the board, then leaves when no one is paying attention.

Written in blood at the bottom of each first note:

Even here, they tell thier secrets and thier lies!

Below, a pair of elvish ears are pinned to the message, still dripping....... *drip*

[EDM Neo]

A halfling woman wearing a purple coat and cloak notices the... changes... covertly made to one of the notices, and looks the bloody message over with a frown. She gives the elven notice a cursory glance, but seems disinterested, paying more heed to the addition at the bottom. She says aloud,

"Um. Right. I am so inclined to believe someone who'd -cut someone's ears off and stick them to a wall-. How very good they are at convincing me they're civilized and well-meaning. This totally makes me want to disbelieve the evil elven lies."

"Disgusting."

She alerts the local guard, who probably removes the ears, and leaves them to their investigation.

[z1gg3h]

An elf in blue wanders past a notice board and the ears catch his eyes. Leaning his staff he reads over the debate and merely shakes his head at the ears with a deep throated growl. He carefully removes the ears and places them into his pack and mutters.

They DO realise an elf has the power to prevent the realm falling into a state of plague and disease, right?

Muttering to himself, the hobbles away, leaning heavily on his staff.

[Deleted]

*Elvewyn strolls past one of the notices and stops in his tracks, he peers over the notes and those attached to it silently for a few moments. He shakes his head and begins adding his own addition*

To those who read this board,

Generic insult and factless point of view.

*Signed* Elvewyn Cenocelin.

~Sio