Grouping of poster's hung through "The Reaches"

[Western Liberation Front]

Three posters placed closely together as a group, pasted on random building walls through out "The Western Reaches."


(Large Poster, Top)

It has come to the knowledge that the Western Liberation Front has lost one of it's own in the fight for the The Reaches. Within the last ten day "1st Northern Compass, Moorgrass" was captured in Isinhold (Greatgaunt) while conducting combat operations. Though her death was at her own hands, we will still honor it as a noble one, for protecting our secrets & not allowing The Crown the satisfaction of executing a prisoner of war! We hereby warn all civilians, and citizens to avoid Cormyrian interests, for even talking to a Purple Dragon Knight in the streets could find you on the wrong side of a fire bomb!

Retaliation will come!
1st Southern Compass, WLF

(Small Poster, Bottom Left)

Travel Warning:

We hail the recent attack on a caravan that injured "High Inquisitor Pro Tem Herman Hillman" and warn citizens of The Reaches that caravans traveling to & from Cormyr are potential targets and we strongly advise against using them!
WLF


(Medium Poster, Bottom Right)

*Western Liberation Front symbol, with the words "Stand Up, Remove The Crown!" printed below it*

[longearmage]

*a response is left under most of the posters left in the Reaches*

My congratulations on finally attacking a military target - namely me. Nodalynn Moorgrass's cowardly attack on my person and one Waric Fetter of Greatgaunt was a terrorist act at best. How grateful the citizens of Greatgaunt and Valkur's Roar must be for their "Liberation Front" that would not hesitate at killing them in order to liberate them. I'll grant you that death is a form of liberation.

So you plan to retaliate on the village of Greatgaunt for its defense of a Knight of the Crown after a cowardly use of a firebomb? I would re-check your "compasses" my friends - yours are morally and intelligently skewed.

If you wish retaliation, by all means, attempt to finish what Moorgrass started with me. I'll be waiting.

Sir Cald Ashall
Knight of the Crown

[soulfien]

*Glenduil reads it*

Firebombs? I am supposed to fear... firebombs?

*chuckles and shakes his head*

*writes on the paper*

"Cowards to the end*

[Deleted]

*Another note is pinned*

Greetings and Salutations.

I wish to congratulate you on attacking one of the most loved members of the Corporation of Monster Hunters. Sir Cald "Silverstring" Ashall is loved by many, by attacking him you have made yourself enemies that will not stop at the bounds of the law. Enemies that will come for you in your sleep.

Let it be known that I, Elvewyn Cenocelin, hereby congratulate the Crown on its retaking of the Western Reaches and i am fully in support of their presence and actions there in. And should any member of the Liberation Front wish to meet with me for a discussion about my oppinions then they should contact me via Great Gaunt or Tyrluk.

*Signed, Elvewyn Cenocelin*

[kanrath]

She got what fools deserve. Wearing all pitch black in the early night, standing there watching someone for minutes on end. It's no wonder you people fail over and over again if she was one of you're Compasses.

You may try and try but we will stand there and stop you every time.



*signed* "The man who caught you're precious Compass"

[goblinsapper]

A blonde woman with port-wine red eyes peers at the mountain of posters all pinned together.

"Wow! I didn't know they let you post chain letters in public spaces! Lets see..bumbumbum firebombs...viva la revolucion.... Wait, why would the commoners revolt, the monarchy gave them rights by the charter of the constitution, without the royal family their freedoms would be revoked. Also purple is such a pretty color who wouldn't want to wear it? I should wear more purple."

Tapping her lips thoughtfully, she adds her own poster to the end of propoganda and rebuttles.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

*drawn Smily face* : D

"Yay! Fun poems for the masses! Viva la libertad!"

And with that she skipped off

[The Flying Ve]

The grey bearded old man diligently copies down the poem into a small booklet with a faint smile on his face. Heh, pretty good...oh, look, someone's a problem with "pitch black". Again. It annoys so many folk and people still wonder why I wear it. The sad thing's those numbskulls're likely ter take that fool's advice, likely swap ter blue an' white.

He closes the book with an amused smirk, then sticks it into a leather bag which he hangs into his belt.