- often helmeted but seen having black hair worn down to the shoulder, facial hair about the mouth and a well-groomed style. He is tall and often armoured. Last seen with red trimmed black armor and a shield bearing a dragon device upon it. He owns and often wears a helmet spiked and flared -
Is hereby branded an Outlaw by the Crown of Cormyr for heinous crimes committed repeatedly upon the people of the Forest Kingdom.
Great care is to be taken if encountering this dangerous criminal.
Signed on this day, the 4th of Nightal, 1380 DR the Year of the Blazing Hand
~Sthavar, Lord of Suzail and Purple Dragon Battlemaster~
While Abii was going back from huntin, she saw the post, then comes closely to it. When she red everything, started to laugh and think "Very.. very intresting" After that she took small bottle with acid from her belt and throw it on it.
The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good man to do nothing.
Post by Duerbloodhammer on Dec 7, 2016 3:38:34 GMT -5
Celdur examines the poster before pulling his hood low once more, protecting his scars from the glare of the morning sun. Tojan, his pseudodragon familiar, landed on the dusty road just before the weather beaten board bearing the sign.
"Tojan," Celdur scolded, "you know you're not supposed to be out in the cities and towns, you'll scare the locals."
"Hardly think they'll care about little old me, what with rebuilding after that new big guy," Tojan said as he flapped his wings and hovered to see the poster better. Dust kicked everywhere and the small gust of wind kicked Celdur's hood back. The elf winced as the sun stung his sensitive and scarred skin and mutilated ears. "What's this anyway?"
"Someone's been declared an Outlaw," Celdur explained as he once more pulled his hood back into place, "claim he's dangerous. Though I don't see a bounty listed for his capture or death. Otherwise might be an interesting way to make some coin, components for these more powerful spells are pricey."
"Bounty could have been listed where that big chunk was burnt off," Tojan replied.
"I'll let you know if I find another notice," Celdur replied, "either way, wait for me OUTSIDE of town. I won't be long."
Celdur used the 'my patience is wearing thin' tone of voice that Tojan knew so well. The pseudodragon stuck out his tongue at Celdur and darted high into the air above, the early morning sun reflecting brightly off his red scales. Celdur shook his head grabbed his list from one of his numerous pouches and hidden pockets and began his shopping, nodding his head in silent greeting as a guard passed him by.