Posters Plastered All Over Cormyr, And The Reach…

[ashaffer]

Seemingly overnight these posters appear all over Cormyr, and the Western Reach... Hung in/on stores, market stalls, inns, taverns, temples, shrines, the side of buildings, miscellaneous trees in the forests, fences, gates, caravans, and some even slid under the doors of people's homes. There is nowhere they haven't been hung. When questioned, no one appears to have seen anyone hang them, and there is nothing on the poster to indicate who printed them.

[seina]

The tiny druidess stands and stares at the poster.. open mouthed. She doesn’t move. She doesn’t so much as bat an eyelash. On a soft breath, the first she had seemed to take since seeing the outrageous poster, she sighs, “.. no..”

Her gaze turning inward, she walks out of Thunderstone, quickly takes the boat across the river and slips back into the woods.

[SlothfulCat]

*a woman in a brown cloak can be seen taking them down as she finds them, at times crying as she does*

[qewaye]

An elf in green sees one as she passes by in Suzail. She halts, shaking her head in dismay and her eyes flash.

"That solves nothing....and I know who will get the blame for it if I remain silent." She fumes.

She takes out a quill and writes clearly in both common and elven a response beneath:

"This Hullack elf disassociates themselves from this poster, it does not come from the Hullack...but we respect the right of all Tel Quessir to express themselves.

This elf does not feel any Hullack elf wishes a witch-hunt - instead we focus on the plight of the elf involved and their well-being.

Miss Blake's reputation has already been damaged by this disgraceful incident, N'Tel Quess law has rightly punished her - which we must respect - and she suffers for it.

This elf understands your anger, let us hope that this misguided human learns wisdom, common sense and enlightenment in future. However, this elf urges all Tel Quessir to focus on the greater immediate dangers and problems that face Cormyr. That is our greatest concern.

For Tel Quessir, by the Seldarine's Grace, unity is our strength.

An Elder."

She does not sign it, and leaves quietly - looking grim.

[shimmerxxx]

*a wide-arsed stout in a battered hat reads the poster*

*licks lips*

Heh, always knew she had a reet proper kinky side, wonder if she charges extra fer handcuffs?

[longearmage]

*a well-groomed young man in the uniform of a First Sword quickly retrieves one of the posters, makes a copy of the Elder's message and heads off for Thunderstone*

[Deleted]

*A figure in purple and black strolls past one of the posters with a glance, he then steps and walks back to it pulling it off the wall. He reads over it with an impassive expression*

*He chuckles almost inaudibly, his gaze flicking around his surroundings before he looks back to the poster and he speaks quietly*

Murder, mind domination, torture. . .hmmm. . .it seems Miss Blake just cannot control herself. I should find out who the Elf in question was. It may shed some light. But this does at least tell me why she was discharged from the dragons, again. Now i can give Silverstring a proper congratulations on joining their ranks. And maybe joni myself? . .no, that is a stupid idea. Anyway, more important things to be doing. These damn assassins are so elusive.

*The figure neatly folds the post up and puts it in his belt pouch before heading of to the docks of suzail*

~Sioladuil

[ashaffer]

*for every poster taken down, a new one is put in its place*




//Please note, there is absolutely no indication of the identity, or race, of whoever wrote this poster...

[ancientempathy]

Jan 11, 2009 10:05:05 GMT -5 shimmerxxx said:

*a wide-arsed stout in a battered hat reads the poster*

*licks lips*

Heh, always knew she had a reet proper kinky side, wonder if she charges extra fer handcuffs?

//LOL

[maxwell]

*rips one of the posters down, when he finds another he scribbles out the words*
Who ever put these up will be found and tried under the watchful and just eyes of Tyr and the rest of the triad. You have been warned, bring yourself to the Temple of the Defenders in Suzail and your punishment for Slander will be less.

Maxwell Kelter,
Servant to his Grace Torm, Squire of the RCMH




*Maxwell does this to EVERY SINGLE POSTER that he finds*

[Spirit of a Phoenix]

*Kiki walks by noticing one of the posters. Once she has read the poster she sighs shaking her head as she takes it down and puts it in her bag*

[SlothfulCat]

*when posters start reappearing Aria removes them as she fnds them and begins cycling the major cities and their state-houses seeking the major printing houses involved in such a massive scale of poster production*

//If a DM is willing to take this up please PM me.

[maxwell]

*rips down the one in shallybrook and walks about the town, making sure to ask each Hin whats going on, and any posters that come in to be directed to him personally*

[ancientempathy]

Jan 11, 2009 17:15:59 GMT -5 SlothfulCat said:

*when posters start reappearing Aria removes them as she fnds them and begins cycling the major cities and their state-houses seeking the major printing houses involved in such a massive scale of poster production*

//If a DM is willing to take this up please PM me.

//*got this*

[Savage]

*A green and gold clad shaggy haired mutt of a man stops mid stride to look over the poster. He carefully takes down the parchment looking it over he scratches out one word replacing it with a new word then tacks it back up and walks away confidently. A few seconds later he runs back and rips it down and tucks it in his pack looking around to make sure no one had a chance to read it. He walks away whistling innocently.*

[iangallowglas]

A man in a firstsword's uniform sees a poster hanging on a brick wall, and casually walks up to read it. Upon reading the poster he slams hit fist into the wall with such force he shatters several of the bones in his hand. He rips the poster down with the hand he can still use, takes a deep breath, and then fire leaps from his mouth incinerating the poster. He pulls out a bandage, wraps his hand, then walks off, letting the ashes blow away in the cold wind.

[irene]

Moving through the streets of Marsember, Reina Damarra comes across one of the posters. As she reads it, a smirk spreads on her face, and she shakes her head. She speaks, loud enough for others to hear it, and regard her with curiosity, before moving about their business...

You really got yourself into an unpleasant mess this time, silly woman... I wonder what it was you exactly did to that elf?

She shakes her head as she reads it again, and speaks with contempt...

But as usual the brave accuser hides behind anonymity. Who... she looks to a few other people... can take this serious? Anyone can write anything on a piece of paper, when to cowardly to sign it with a name.

Still smirking, she turns away from the poster and walks of towards the shrine of Umberlee.

[FireBeard]

*walking from inn to inn we notices the letter and stops to read it*
Whit dis be?
*rubs at his beard with a grumble*
Weel Mushroom got herself a Galakkur now.
*continues his walk*

[ashaffer]

Jan 11, 2009 9:43:03 GMT -5 @qewaye said:

An elf in green sees one as she passes by in Suzail. She halts, shaking her head in dismay and her eyes flash.

"That solves nothing....and I know who will get the blame for it if I remain silent." She fumes.

She takes out a quill and writes clearly in both common and elven a response beneath:

"This Hullack elf disassociates themselves from this poster, it does not come from the Hullack...but we respect the right of all Tel Quessir to express themselves.

This elf does not feel any Hullack elf wishes a witch-hunt - instead we focus on the plight of the elf involved and their well-being.

Miss Blake's reputation has already been damaged by this disgraceful incident, N'Tel Quess law has rightly punished her - which we must respect - and she suffers for it.

This elf understands your anger, let us hope that this misguided human learns wisdom, common sense and enlightenment in future. However, this elf urges all Tel Quessir to focus on the greater immediate dangers and problems that face Cormyr. That is our greatest concern.

For Tel Quessir, by the Seldarine's Grace, unity is our strength.

An Elder."

She does not sign it, and leaves quietly - looking grim.

*sometime during the night this particular poster is taken down by an adventurer dressed in dark clothing, who carefully rolls it up, slides it in a scroll case, and tucks in their pack*



// The posting of the posters slowly peters out, with the majority of the latest ones posted in places adventurers are bound to see them, almost as if the supply of them has finally been exhausted...

[Kolfrosta]

One of the villagers of Waymoot, takes down what posters are hung, and gradually feeds them into her campfire, shaking her head. She then recruits the children of the village to bring her any more they may find, and rewards each with one golden lion for each poster.

When asked by the children about the poster, she simply replies, loud enough for the nearby villagers to hear, "You cannot believe everything you read. If the person that wrote this was resolute in thier conviction, they would come forward and say such for all to know. And as far as Aria torturing elves...it's ridiculous. This is a cruel malicious prank played by someone with nothing constructive to offer anyone. The only good this will do *she takes the poster and hands the child a coin* is keep the campfire well fed."

Within the day, the posters are gone from the village of Waymoot...

[ShadowCatJen]

Outside the rear door to the Academy, Mynian was just finishing up a gossiping conversation with the milk lady that delivered a jug of milk every morning when she heard a young and curious voice pipe up.

"Miss Copperhand, what exactly is this?"

A young lad of eight winters with short blond hair addressed her and held up a parchment. It was one of the regular students at the Academy and her eyebrow quirked as she read over the flier.

She grunted once, "Where'd yeh find this?"

"Posted near the Roaring Griffon," he answered far too smoothly. "But they're all over."

Mynian shot him a warning look, "Whot tha ruddy devils were yeh doin' around there?"

His slightly impish face shot a dazzling smile, "What any young man would be doin' about ther-- OW!"

She snatched the parchment from his hand shortly after giving him a sharp slap to the back side of his head and spoke flatly, "Yeh be too young ta be talkin' loik tha', boyo."

While the lad rubbed the back of his head, she scrutinized the words. Again she grunted, and handed the parchment back to him.

"Tha', me lad, be whot yeh call defamation."

"Defa....?" he still rubbed his head, but his confusion on the word was evident.

"Def-uh-mey-shun," she repeated in proper teacher like fashion. "Slander. Means by usin' things loik words on parchment 'r songs 'n such ta injure tha reputation o' someone 'r mislead folks inta thinkin' a way about someone."

The student thought about that a moment, "Do you know the person in this parchment?"

Mynian crossed her arms as she regarded him, "Me knows who it be ifn tha' answers yeh question."

He seemed to not be satisfied with that, "Do you know if they would actually do that? Torture someone?"

The half-elf tilted her head curiously at him a short while, "Let me ask yeh something first. Do yeh be askin' cause yeh want ta know ifn it be true... 'r do yeh be askin' cause yeh be looking for tha truth?"

She held up a finger at his slightly confused look, "Think about 'ow me worded tha' question, Mista Christopher. Part o' defamation's job is ta make a person doubt 'n suspect. Even ifn tha information on tha parchment be a flat out lie, from then on out people will treat tha subject differently. By askin' me ifn me thinks Miss Blake would torture someone yeh only be feedin' tha defamation 'n not really lookin' fer tha truth."

"Tha truth o' all this be, is tha Miss Blake 'as earned 'erself a good score o' enemies o'er time," she inclined her head to the parchment. "'n one o' 'em 'as decided ta attack 'er by doin' this. 'er enemies will 'ave somethin' more ta prod 'er with, tha' general passerby will have it in mind, 'n even 'er friends will try ta get tha full truth from 'er.... even ifn they 'ave 'er full trust."

With a smaller utterance she added, "It were a well aimed stab."

The boy was quiet for a time, his eyes on the parchment, then spoke as he looked up at her, "Is this what you mean by the quill being mightier then the sword?"

She nodded, "This would be one o' them cases, aye."

His eyes went to the parchment and he responded in only one word, "Interesting."

Mynian's eyebrow quirked at that and she looked at the boy a little suspect. As he didn't raise his head again, she put a hand on his shoulder and turned him towards the Academy door.

She glanced around as she ushered him in, "C'mon, deary, be about time ta break yeh fast."

[gathera]

I could see him peaking around the corner of the stacked cord of the fresh cut fire-wood silently stealthy. The small lanky youth was hunched down low eyeing me intently. Piercing green eyes shone out from shaggy tumbled dirt-coloured locks. Hair that had surely had never seen a combs’ touch. There was more brass in that lanky boy than all the rest of the village lads combined I thought to myself, and a healthy dose of curiosity as well. With a quick tug on my cape a small violet gem tumbled deftly into my outstretched palm. I rolled the gem lightly around in my hand softly intoning a minor glamour. Satisfied with my efforts I held up the gem to the flickering fire light admiring the gems dark inner radiant glow. An audible gasp broke the stillness of the night and smile touched my lips. With a soft chuckle I thought would have my poster after all this eve. I beckoned the lad closer grinning as a wave of scatlet graced his face. I merely chuckled and gestured him over once more with a reassuring nod. Hesitant, warily the boy edged steadily closer as the gem sparkling glow banished any thoughts of flight from his mind. Drawn to me as would a the moth to the flame.
“Ah dos have it” with a dip of my head to the poster tightly curled up in his hand. I slipped the gem into the hem of my cloak and once more motioned him over. The youth crept forward to the lights edge shifting nervously.

“Coom closer usstan nau bite, well naut too hard eh.” With a lazy stretch of my hand three heavy gold coins tinkled into my palm.

“Ust gold eh”, holding up one finger. “Heh the par-cha-ment be worth more, mooch more. That one maybe cheat dos eh” Waggling my finger at the youth. “She should pay more usstan tink”. With a grin I pressed three coins into his sweaty palm. “Proper bee-ness is always be best” I flashed the youth a disarming grin and plucked the poster out oi him grasp.

“Is be a sin do such tings eh.” “Burn book’s, scrools very badda ting do eh”. “Is words be lost, all of it goon for-ev-var. Badda badda ting.

“Why dos say, ah well will tell. Ah if post-tar be lie why need burn’a at all. Usstan tink only if have ting hide have do such eh. If what post-ter say is be lie peo-ple will know eh. Peo-ple will know. Is will say to friends ah post-ter is be pack of lies. Dos should know bet-tar. Nau nau is very odd must burn’a all eh. Ah what is that they say hmmm..., ah... Yas! Where there be smoke also be fire eh. “Ah enough of ussa talk’a, what of dos? Is brave coom here so late.”

He puffed up his chest a little basking in my praise.

“Maybe dos soom dayen be wee-zard eh Mooch pow-ar will have then. Maybe stoody hard ,be best in Cormyr. Usstan can see eh” Glumly, deflated the lad simply shook his head no.
“Ah” tapping the tip of my nose with my finger. “Nau nau is having none of that eh. With that I ruffled his hair and patted him on the side with a playful nudge.

“Dos know all wee-zards have special ting, a se-cret. Like the gem dos see before. Why usstan tink dos have such a ting yourself eh. Ah dos moost be wee-zard too eh. All wee-zard have and usstan be sure dos have too. “With a flick of my head I gestured to the lads’ tunic pocket. For me it was simplicity itself to tuck the stone discretely into his pocket. A look of shock flashed across the youths face as he felt the cold hard lump. Desperate fingers quickly scrambled to free the violet stone tugging fiercely on the tunic. With eyes as wide as saucers the boy stared numbly at the small gem.

“See usstan know.” With gentle nod, “See dos be wee-zard too eh. Usstan need tell dos a ting so lis-sten well.” A cold stern seriousness crossed my face as I transfixed the boy with my stare. “This be our se-cret eh. Dos tell nau one. Nau one.” After a moment of silence I continued on. ”Maybe some dayen oother coom to dos and spake of se-crets, or, maybe naut. Hard say.” I simply shrugged”

“One more ting have for sooch brave man. A pos-ster for dos. Dos learn what say, if can. When usstan coom back will see if dos can say to ussa.” With that I tucked the scroll into the front of the lads’ tunic slipping away into the night.