A Blood Soaked Sack!

[Western Liberation Front]

A blood soaked burlap sack was placed at the center of the former execution square in Valkur's Roar. Inside the heads of two elves are found, each of their eyes replaced with Cormyrian gold lions, and what looks to be the letters WLF carved into their foreheads!

[Kelandros Armelis]

*A man, his face covered by a hood which prevents others from seeing it walks by as the sack is found. He quietly talks to himself*

Lovely, atleast someone has a sence of art.

*he slightly grins under his hood and moves on*

[qewaye]

A tiny blue-haired elf barters angrily with the local authorities and removes the heads to spirit them away to a cleric to be restored.

She leaves a note behind her in place of the sack.

The only thing you liberate people from is living, murderer.

[mythosfakir]

Walking through the streets of Valkur's Roar on his way back to Greatgaunt, a masked elf wearing no armor with his swords sheathed passes by a group of commoners discussing the bloody sack and the heads within.

After questioning the people calmly and leaving each with a bit of coin for the trouble, Sinner grimly stalked back the way he'd come, whispering words softly to himself after heading to the inn to don his chain shirt once again.

It seems my few peaceful days without fighting are at an end. May the Father bless my path and grant me the courage and resolve to send those who bring my brethren pain and death to the deepest pits of the Hells.

A lone figure walked from Valkur's Roar that night. His silver chain shimmered underneath Moonbow's visage, the two holy symbols at his chest chimed softly with his strides, and in his hands comfortably once more were the blades he could never truly cast aside.

[kruztea]

A slender woman leans against the wall, shielding herself from the heavy rain with a large black umbrella. Noticing a crowd gathered around the area, she pulls a slim stone pipe from her pack and hangs it from her lip. Looking around she stops the next man to pass by her. "Hey pal, got a match?" the man quickly reveals a match, striking it and lighting the pipe for her. "what's the commotion over there?" she calmly asks while exhaling a cloud of smoke. The man quickly replies with the tale of what has happened. She stands up straight, and starts to walk off, turning back to the man before disappearing into the crowded city streets "at least someone's still getting use out of the execution site, eh?"

[longearmage]

A man in polished armor, wearing the tabard of the Purple Dragon, stands in the middle of old Execution Square in Valkur's Roar.

People of Valkur's Roar, Cormyreans and kin!

You all see here what the so-called Western Liberation Front will do to remove the Crown. By this heinous act of murder, they have shown themselves willing to kill anyone in order to achieve their goal. These are the people who would have you cast off the Crown, who call them oppressors and invaders. However, the members of the Western Liberation Front are murderers.

Good people! Let not the Western Liberation Front continue killing innocent people in the name of freedom! Show them that they're ways are unnecessary and, most importantly, morally bankrupt! Those who would kill innocent people - and do it in the name of freedom from oppression - is not worthy of your respect!

The man in purple armor makes his way out of the Square, mixed murmurs of "a Knight of Cormyr" and "the Bard of Suzail" following in his wake.

[Charon's Claw]

*A shady, small wisp of a woman slides through the crowd. She listens to the speech for a while, then moves on shaking her head*

"Wonder where in th'hells they're gettin' all them elf bits."

*she shakes her head again, and slinks off dissapearing into the crowd*

[tarus]

*A woman who could easily be mistaken for human watches everyone move to and fro and listens to the rumors and stories.

When the moment comes where most everyone has cleared off, she bows her head and sings.

Softly she sings for the souls of the murdered elves.

When the song ends, she makes her way out of Valkur's Roar wiping away a tear*