*Notice tacked to Message Board in Town*

[Those Who Harp]

*written in an elegant flowing script in the common tongue*

"We" are ever vigilant with numbers untold.
"We" watch and listen as events unfold.

Upset the Balance and "we" do decry ...
good hearts shall be corrected and evil shall die!

"We've" eyes and ears everywhere. Thus it's true ...
upset the balnace and "us" you'll soon rue.

Four "we" now name that others can beware.
Four "we" stalk for making a grievious ere.

The first "we" name is not neccessarily the worst.
"We" name him because the dead surrender to his curse.

"Vladislav Tpish"

The second is fair to see, but foul of speak.
She cares only for herself and taunts the weak.

"Salina Pandora"

Third and fourth are a soured pair.
They do ill with nary a care.
These two "we" shall follow thru the day and the night.
These two's wrongs "we'll" soon make aright.

"Jackal" & "Butcher"

*The notice is embossed with a gilded silver harp at the bottom right corner*

[mythosfakir]

~A beggarly man with a cold look in his eyes, a tattered cloak, and ragged common clothes eyes the notice and smirks~

"Hmm...perhaps a tool to accelerate things a bit..." he muses quietly, gazing at the lyric.

He copies down the names listed on the board into a tome he keeps about his waist with rope. Then, as inauspicious and unassuming as he arrived in the small town he vanishes beyond the eastern gate.

[Kelandros Armelis]

*a man in green armour, a green helmet on his head looks over the parchment and slightly shakes his head, a low mumble escapes his lips in a northern accent*


Oh great, someone who likes to ryhme and thinks it´s worthy to share. We´ll see what the rhymes do if the tounge is removed.

*he turns and leaves the inn*

[kaltorac]

Jul 29, 2010 13:37:44 GMT -5 Those Who Harp said:

*written in an elegant flowing script in the common tongue*

"We" are ever vigilant with numbers untold.
"We" watch and listen as events unfold.

Upset the Balance and "we" do decry ...
good hearts shall be corrected and evil shall die!

"We've" eyes and ears everywhere. Thus it's true ...
upset the balnace and "us" you'll soon rue.

Four "we" now name that others can beware.
Four "we" stalk for making a grievious ere.

The first "we" name is not neccessarily the worst.
"We" name him because the dead surrender to his curse.

"Vladislav Tpish"

The second is fair to see, but foul of speak.
She cares only for herself and taunts the weak.

"Salina Pandora"

Third and fourth are a soured pair.
They do ill with nary a care.
These two "we" shall follow thru the day and the night.
These two's wrongs "we'll" soon make aright.

"Jackal" & "Butcher"

*The notice is embossed with a gilded silver harp at the bottom right corner*

*Beloril is seen making notes in his well worn journal as he reads the notice*

"The first name I don't believe I've heard .... *scribbles* I'll have to keep an eye out"

"I see the last two bear alias' as well *grins to himself* ... perhaps I can make a snall profit if I provide their true names to whoever is warning them"

[berforam]

*Writen in common tongue another note is tacked right under*

Be aware, if "you" have vigilant eyes everywhere you must now know that this message is another blessing for "us". I must thank you since my cause has now put many of "us" together because of this message.


-*no signature*-

[Deleted]

*A small individual wearing blue looks over the notice with mild interest. He then tacks up a small message*

Cleanse those that are evil and do wrong,
But please heed the words of this song.
Evil should be opposed for the weak,
For they cannot defend from the bleak.
But the balance must be adhere to,
Let nature take the route it has to.
The Zealots deal with the Fanatics,
For they are not worth the attention.
Focus on the organisations,
Who abuse the ones who are weaker.
Because they are far worse then one man,
And are actually worth your time.

[Dobian]

A woman, small of stature and wearing a black cloak, gazes at the board from jade green eyes shaded by her hood.

[glow=red,2,300]"I may be foul of mouth, and my tongue is sharp...time to hunt for those who harp"[/glow]

Her lips form a wicked smile, and then she slips away quietly.

[Lady Frost]

Wearing her common red and black clothing, her black cloak with hood pulled low, Zodika approaches the "notice".

Spoken in a voice many would take as irritated, "I do not have time for these games..."

She quickly writes up a note in elegant script handwriting.

"Those seeking the one named Jackel will do so through myself. Anyone found distributing their weak and inferior punishments upon them will be sought out to be shown how to inflict proper discipline."


High Whipmistress Zodika Alho'ohani

Added as an after thought:

"I could not care less about the other three."

[anonymous]

*delivered invisibly and printed in a neat, scholarly hand beneath on white parchment*

Aris and Elith, murderers two
Be careful of both or they'll do it to you.
A third is Talia, a lady with no will...
Who stands in silence as they do ill.
Where is her conscience, where is her heart?
One can guess it's with the latter part.
Tis' a nasty piece of work who stands in the town,
bragging of taking every good soul down.
Tis' a fool who with demons would make a deal
and words he has spoken, his fate will seal.

*signed with a gold X*

[ancientempathy]

An armored and helmed figure within the standards of a purple dragon can be seen reading the notes and developments. He quietly keeps to himself while taking his mental notes before making his way.

[Samej]

An eccentric looking man in robes of violet and a deep hood rests a spell near the message. Pondering it softly, he wonders aloud something about "Salina being an alright seeming woman".

Walking off and whistling a tune, the man dances a small jig as night falls.

[FORSETIS]

*A dark cloaked elf posts this up with the others*

Those who Harp are wise to hide, for if I find you-you will surely die. Hidden within the shadows I reach for my blade, and draw it swiftly from the shade. What you do not see, is soon you'll be on bended knee. So prey upon high, for none shall hear your cry.

-Your biggest fan

[longearmage]

*added right below the "biggest fan's" note*

Your line structure needs work. And "hide" and "die" as a rhyming pair is a stretch.

Thanks for letting me know all the people I need to keep an eye on, though.

Cald "Silverstring" Ashall, OPD
Lionar, Royal Corps of Monster Hunters
Thunderstone

[Samej]

Added below Silverstring's note is a hastily scrawled line in black ink:

I would have gone with "Those who Harp are wise to low-lie, for if I find thou-thou shalt surely die."

[FORSETIS]

*posted next to Silverstrings letter*

You must have doubts in your own skill to feel the need to belittle others.

[longearmage]

Aug 7, 2010 1:01:37 GMT -5 FORSETIS said:

You must have doubts in your own skill to feel the need to belittle others.

*towards the bottom, since this notice has reached the ground by now ((second page of the thread))*

Belittle? Not so much. Healthy criticism is how all bards and writers of poetry grow into their skill. I've received my fair share of it in my time. I am sorry that one cannot take such criticism for what it is - a chance to grow.

Also, let's see some names signed after these notes. Stand up and be counted, as they say.

-Silverstring

[Dobian]

A woman, small of stature and wearing a black cloak, gazes at the board from jade green eyes shaded by her hood.

"Well, this has become quite the pissing match. They are going to run out of room for all these notes," she says.

She walks away, smirking.

[simondelsolis]

An armored figure wearing a tabard quartered Silver and Blue with countercharged Sun and Gryphon, leading a warhorse glances at the board as he has done several times but never truly reading stops suddenly, and says "Demon?" He reads the board once through. Pausing then reading again.

He says to the horse "My friend, it seems we have been ignorant for too long. It seems we must seek out answers to these riddles." He takes one final look at the message board, and walks off with the horse following and says "Perhaps Father Corwyn can advise."

[kemposhodan]

A man in Masterworked chainmail with a great sword strapped to his back and the look of a barbarian reads the messages....and scratches out the name of Salina...

The writes underneath...if you want her...you gotta come through me...

--Nord of Narfell

[Samej]

A man in all purple walks by slowly and stops a few feet away.

He begins to walk backwards now, and stops at the overflowing notes tacked onto the board. With a hand on his chin, he ponders the board.

Seeming to make up his mind, he rolls his eyes at the insults and counter-insults being written back and forth akin to some medieval forum and raises his hands in an eccentric and exaggerated manner.

There is a small flash of light, and the man hurries off as the various messages and notes, all tacked to one another, gather as a pile of flash-fired ash on the ground.

[Dobian]

The elven woman purses her purple-painted lips together as she peers at the blackened notice board. I know this town is a little weird, she thinks, but setting notices on fire?