Notice posted in square re: undead attack

[Dobian]

An unsigned notice was posted on the board across from Garrot's.

[glow=red,2,300]To all residents and visitors of this town, there was a recent attack by a single ogre skeleton. After killing a couple of townspeople, it was brought down by some adventurers in the town square. What is significant is that the skeleton bore the mark of the Vaunted - a crowned laughing lich skill on a black hexagon. The Vaunted is obviously behind this and perhaps other attacks, so be on alert and stay vigilant.[/glow]

[Shamoke]

Shamoke walks by the notice, pausing to read it.

"And here I thought The Vaunted was one of them cuddly, feel-good type deities. I really should do my research." He smirks and nudges a commoner in jest before moving on to smoke his pipe with Waric.

[Dobian]

Another small note is tacked below the first, which reads:

[glow=red,2,300]The town was attacked again yesterday, similar to the first. There are also reports of a great conflict brewing between elves and the Vaunted. Remain alert, and don't travel alone when at all possible.[/glow]

[Keryma'Mista'Arael]

(edited because apparently people misunderstood the inflection)

*A note appears underneath, written in common and in elven*

All elves should defend themselves if attacked by undead, but not give in to provocation nor listen to rumor.

The elven community of Cormyr supports the efforts of the local militia to protect their settlements.

*The note is unsigned*

[Lady Frost]

Zodika, walking with a short, darkly hooded and cloaked, elven appearing figure, passes one of the masses of posted messages that are seemingly everywhere in Greatgaunt. The figure makes a soft short grunt and Zoe stops. Turning, Zoe finds the figure's outstretched left arm, which has a red leather band wrapped around its forearm, pointing to this grouping of notices. Zoe mumbles something in undercommon after reading them and the figure nods. They both walk off towards the south.

[lakhena]

A dark-haired moon elf dressed in whites trimmed with blue lofts an eyebrow after reading the last notice. An expression of bemused puzzlement is clear on her features. "All quessir and n'tel'quessir should have the sense to defend themselves, no matter who attacks them, undead or living. As for listening to rumors, tis often where one finds the most interesting bits of news... Perhaps he will have some answers for me..."

Brushing her cloak to the side, the moon elf slips off to the Regal Griffon, dropping a few coins before the bartender as she leans in to whisper a question.

[Emerald Snow]

A woman cloaked in black with gray-metal partial armor over her leathers walks up to the note . . .
"Surely it's been up long enough for everyone to see it . . ."
With no second thought she gently pulls the note and rolls it up, placing it in a scrollcase and walking out of the inn.