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Post by LightsInTheSky on Jun 2, 2019 11:13:47 GMT -5
Strange Pamphlets begin to appear in several towns and cities all around Greatgaunt, some left on the roads, some on walls in inns and some on the walls of buldings.
The pamphlets have the following written on them:
Never allow slavery of any kind to exist anywhere.
Always strive to gain a better understanding of the faith, morals, values and thoughts of my allies and friends as this only strengthens the bonds of love, acceptance, and friendship I have with them.
Never use The Weave to forcibly summon or control a living creature without it's consent, even this is a form of slavery.
Always strive to gain knowledge of and protect nature as well as the weave and its proper use. This maintains the balance of the world.
Never suffer a follower of or creature ruled by Malar, Talona, Or any cultist of demons or devils to live. When this evil is allowed to persist the balance of the world is tipped in its favor.
Always strive to learn and teach new methods and techniques of swordplay, archery, mace and staff combat. In doing this I strengthen myself and my allies against evil.
Any who read this and agree with the words written are urged to seek out Luys Crescentmoon
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Post by PhatDorf on Jun 3, 2019 2:21:11 GMT -5
A lanky and thin woman, wearing a bird-like bleached bone mask and clad in heavy patchy fur robes walking along the roads around the Western Reach finds upon one of the pamphlets.
She orates some argument that no-one hears, and continues her way feeling that her point was made.
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Post by gathera on Jun 3, 2019 3:38:08 GMT -5
A woman clad in a short cut diaphanous gown of electric blues and silver colors glances over the pamphlet for a moment. Bearing a wounded right arm she tugs loose the notice with a brief grunt of pain escaping from her lips.
"My my aren't we the sweet naïve young thing".
With a wry amused smile with a small gesture and a few arcane words blows lightly on the scrap of paper then tucks it away.
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Post by Raven Credale on Jun 3, 2019 6:36:58 GMT -5
A young woman with red hair tied back into a pony tail in cobalt blue armor with black detailing.A quiver was on her left hip along with a long and short sword stapled to the small of her back while her bow was in hand, plucked the pamphlet from the wall of an inn and looked it over before frowning some.
"Sounds like a hippocrate with this."
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crawlingchaos63
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Post by crawlingchaos63 on Jun 3, 2019 7:25:34 GMT -5
Mischa Zarkaeen looks at the piece of litter before discarding it
" Hmm, interesting...... I guess that means there will be more free slaves to purchase this summer"
*counts her coin and makes plans for the next month if she can find the slave labor*
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Post by ShadowCatJen on Jun 3, 2019 9:25:18 GMT -5
*as Mynian Copperhand and Chrysthania Tharkusdottir left Greatgaunt with a mysterious figure, Mynian spots one of these pamphlets*
*she reads it, looks at the mysterious figure, then sighs, moving on with an utter*
"Good luck, boyo. Round these parts yeh gonna need it."
*she leaves out the East gate with her escorts*
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Post by erratic1 on Jun 3, 2019 12:02:00 GMT -5
A man garbed with chain, cloaked and hooded in shades of blue calmly inspects one of the pamphlets as he makes to start his day, his own signs showing his own trade and business in hand, prepared to be settled down wherever he chose to pitch his stall for the day. His fingers twitch and squeeze at them a little, and then he sighs, as if relaxing or constraining himself from anger.
"Another proclomation." Lucas shook his head, a messy strand of hair escaping from his hood before being quickly swept back inside by Lucas' free hand. "Never ceases to amaze me that adventurers can test their own welcome by being so patronising."
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Post by oceansky on Jun 3, 2019 17:18:03 GMT -5
...and she pauses.
Picking up the pamphlet, she skims the words quietly. As she turns the paper to the backside to see if anything is written there, the back of her right hand quietly blazes with the ember-red arcane brand in the shape of a red T. Her eyes fall on the magical brand on the back of her own hand, as she grips the paper.
She turns the pamphlet back to the front and her eyes go to the bottom of the paper. Therein, she quietly tucks the bit of punished paper, replete with boot mark from where she picked it up on the road, into a small carrying box of other notes.
...and she moves on.
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Post by Thrym on Jun 3, 2019 17:49:15 GMT -5
A slender hin woman wanders by in the middle of the night, snatching up a note inside Greatgaunt! "Hey, it's from the guy who did the Shooty Star posters! Wait ... slavery?!"She gasps and rummages for her summoning flute, a horribly off-tune TOOOOOOT waking up some poor innocent villagefolk, and turns towards the summoned Brownie! "Leilei! Do you feel like a slave?! I mean, I pay you in cookies and milk an-OW! Why are you kicking me?!"
The tiny fairy's eyebrow twitched aggravatedly as she slams her tiny foot against the halfling's shin!
"Why? What did I tell you about summoning me in public?! Stay here, you!!!"With that, the Windy Mage runs off towards the Bramblewood, chased after by an angry brownie, who definitly seems very much free to do as she pleases. Like kicking annoying sorcerers.
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unas
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Post by unas on Jun 4, 2019 22:43:52 GMT -5
Delvar, a red-head dwarf in full armor, bearing a massive warhammer and an Oghrann warhorn hanging in his belt comments with Bentin as they see those flyers floating in the wind in front of The Regal Griffon:
-Bent, ain't those papers considered littering? Nay a fine fur dis? Ya know wut, Kale can solve his paper problems wit this shait, if he gather enough.
Bentin snorts and retakes his watch while the dwarf enters the inn and shouts:
-Heya Kale yer old basterd how ya been? Ya still out of arse paper? Nay anymore!
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Post by Southpaw on Jun 6, 2019 15:47:47 GMT -5
*A “paper airplane” made out of the anti-slavery posting bounces off the back of the head of the gate guard at the Thayen Enclave.*
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Post by LightsInTheSky on Jun 8, 2019 13:05:53 GMT -5
*A “paper airplane” made out of the anti-slavery posting bounces off the back of the head of the gate guard at the Thayen Enclave.* This is my favorite post so far!
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Ascension
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Post by Ascension on Jun 8, 2019 16:14:19 GMT -5
A pamphlet blows across the road as a elf in silver and blue picks it up and looks at it. "Surprised ya' still around at all little guy." He would fold it up and put into his set of paperwork. "Nay say I agree with all ya put n'ta' this but then tha' depends on a few things. Good luck ta' ya regardless howeva' lad."
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