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Post by DM Hawk on Feb 22, 2019 15:21:40 GMT -5
The following notice is posted in Greatgaunt at the gates and crossroads and markets. A copy or two may find their way to Valkur's Roar. The parchment and writing are plain bearing the seal of the Council of Greatgaunt.
People of Greatgaunt and the Western Reach,
I solemnly write to inform you that the sentence of high justice will be performed on the 23rd day of Alturiak in the Year of the Vindicated Warrior in the township of Greatgaunt upon a convicted criminal for crime of murder:
~Otter, Adventurer, Smith, and Merchant
The fulfillment of sentence will take place at the 18th hour and will be public. The public is permitted to attend but all weapons must be peace bonded; all heads bare of helmet, hat, or hood; and may not have magic cast upon them while in attendance.
The services of the clergy of Chauntea are requested. Please contact the Red Ravens Outpost of Greatgaunt.
In the interim, it would do all townsfolk well to say a prayer for this convicted man and those who must carry out the sentence.
In Service to the Council of Greatgaunt,
Sir Callen
Hail Cormyrians! This will be a roleplay event open to all player characters on Saturday, February 23rd at:
6 PM US Central and Midnight (Feb 24th) London time
Hope to see you there 
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Post by Animayhem on Feb 22, 2019 20:15:44 GMT -5
*Marister saw the flyer and shook his head. His words were wasted. He would visit Otter again. He was uncertain if he would watch, he had seen too many already.*
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Post by Animayhem on Feb 22, 2019 20:17:37 GMT -5
*Naralith had returned from her travels, Her eyes went wide as she read the notice. Though he was not of the Seldarine she would try and offer words of comfort.*
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Post by Animayhem on Feb 23, 2019 4:15:36 GMT -5
*A'zu'ra passed the notice. She went pale a bit. She was told of the day and time at her last visit by Sir Callen. The shock, the reality, for all to see. She quickly composed herself and went into the inn*
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Post by Rane on Feb 23, 2019 10:30:05 GMT -5
Lucien Rein reads the notice and sighs to himself. He looks around and notes some of the others who have shown themselves and then fades back into the crowd.
He slowly makes his way to the place of Otter’s final act and posts up to wait, in one hand he constantly flips a coin of Tymora, and the other rests within his cloak, gripping the handle of a fine kukri with an intricate hilt.
He takes note of the day, the general mood of the townsfolk as they mill about, and the demeanor of the guards.
His curly shoes and desert style pants paint him as a creature who does not belong, yet he offers a perfect smile to any who approach him. And they would see his milk chocolate skin and piercing blue eyes.
As the ebbing of time moves on, Lucien lets out another sigh. He has counted the coin flips, weighing heads against tales.
“And so your final act is about to begin my friend. Peace be with you.”
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Post by iangallowglas on Feb 23, 2019 11:15:17 GMT -5
Seamus see's the notice and reads it quietly. He then says as he turns to leave. "Wonder what he did. Doesn't matter, probably just another dirt-bag that deserves what he's getting. Good Riddance"
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Post by Asgardian Grey Hawk on Feb 23, 2019 13:58:25 GMT -5
*Vindel walks by and laughs* Atleast we Elves no longer have to hear the butchering of our tounge from this one.
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Post by malclave on Feb 23, 2019 18:27:49 GMT -5
*a young woman bearing the symbol of Lathander notices the signs in passing, and shakes her head sadly.*
"May the Morninglord help his soul find the renewal it needs."
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Post by unas on Feb 25, 2019 14:50:30 GMT -5
Delvar Hammerhand was at Greatgaunt that day. He was gathered with other dwarves.
Someone said that heard the dwarves saying that "only the race of men is capable of making a spectacle out of an execution".
The dwarves then left, not willing to take part in the events that night.
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