Notes - A directive from Lord Cyric

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*The following notes can be found tacked onto trees outside villages, near main roads, and sometimes folded up and tossed on the floors of caravan wagons.*


This is a directive for the common peoples of Valkur’s Roar and a warning to many others. If you can read this then it is your responsibility to spread word to those who can’t. The city of Valkur’s Roar and surrounds have suffered greatly as of late. This is no accident. It is the will of Lord Cyric that you suffer for your heathenish ways. Blood runs in the streets and will continue to do so until our Lord Cyric decides otherwise. Your reserves and other officials have attempted and failed to protect you. We are everywhere and we are nowhere. We cannot be silenced, not by Triadics, not by your lords, not by your reserves. A shadow looms over you, eager and willing.

A chance for redemption remains. Follow our simple directive and you may yet be spared death and suffering.

Make your prayers to Lord Cyric and beg that your loved ones be spared. He may listen, if you are sincere. Further, a hidden shrine in his name may garner his favor for your own. Hide it away, perhaps in your cellar or attic. Offer yourself truly to him and you will find your suffering turn to delight. If enough people within the limits of Valkur's Roar adopt this directive then the city and your lives may be spared.

There will be those who attempt to debuff this directive. Indeed, your very neighbors, thralls of other faiths and even your own lords. Know that they cannot be in all places at once. Only true faith in Lord Cyric can protect you. Beg his forgiveness and he may listen. Turn your back and you may find yourself attending the funeral of one close and dear to you.

To those who seek to rebut our message. You will be found. You will be murdered.

To those who offer succor to the people of Valkur’s Roar in the names of heathenish faiths. You will be found. You will be murdered.

To those who deny Lord Cyric, you will be found. You will be murdered.

Any actions you dare take against us will be answered with death. It may not be direct and you may not even hear of it. But know that every action will be repaid tenfold.


*A symbol of Cyric is drawn beneath*

[Ivarcles]

A man clad in various shades of brown reads one of the posted notices. He sighs and says to himself, "It's like when those silly Talossans attacked Greatgaunt all over again." He takes down the notice, crumples it up, and tosses it to the ground. He shakes his head and walks away.

[StabbingNirvana]

An armored knight on horseback would patrol along the city, stopping to read the note. He'd take the note and any others he'd encounter along the way from Suzail to Greatgaunt.

//Your call how many are taken.

[Razgriz]

*Holance would remove any note that he finds(If he does find any...) and then take them for further examination.*

[Grimnir Gurnison]

Bolverk posts notes about Valkur's Roar

I, Bolverk, deny Cyric. I'm more god than he is so come murder me if you dare. I'll send all who try to their pathetic lord and crap down their neck holes after I rip their heads off. In the names of the Mordinsamman I will offer aid to any in Valkur's Roar to any who ask it of me. So come at me if you dare roaches or cower in the dark scribbling notes!

[heartofsilver]

If Fiona finds one, shed smirk and tear the sign off.

Over time, Fiona would replace any such "Directives" she finds with imagery of her own - the flaming sword of Tempus through the heart of the Black Sun.




Once she was done with her rounds, shed call out to the sky, as if whoever posted this could hear her "Yeah? Come murder me ya' cowardly lil' tart. I'll be waitin'"


Shed then save any directives she captured for later knowing that she'll eventually need to wipe her bum with something.

//Thanks to Death and Reaper for the Photoshop work

[StabbingNirvana]

Several men bearing the uniform of the Triadic Order are seen places bounty notices along the roads from Greatgaunt and Suzail that lead to Valkur's Roar. The notices would maintain the following:

Be it known that information has been provided to the Crown that the elven woman Netharmirth has committed criminal acts including:

Committing four counts of Assault
~Alaethyl of Halruua
~Marshal Holance Tanars
~Selmyra Bel
~Manus Thunderock

Committing two counts of Murder
~Tal Angelo-Sovereign
~Akemi

Hereby the individual known as Netharmirth is wanted by the Crown Dead or Alive. The bounty for her delivery is established at 42,000 gold if captured alive and 21,000 if slain.

Harlan
College of War Wizardry
Suzail

Be it known that information has been provided to the Crown that the elven man Rarebril has committed criminal acts including:

Committing one count of Assault
~Selmyra Bel

Committing two counts of Murder
~Tal Angelo-Sovereign
~Akemi

Hereby the individual known as Rarebril is wanted by the Crown Dead or Alive. The bounty for his delivery is established at 21,000 gold if captured alive and 10,500 if slain.

Harlan
College of War Wizardry
Suzail

TRAVELERS REMAIN ALERT AND VIGILANT!

Netharmirth is of Elven heritage known to stalk the roads in hiding, utilizing her bow, dual blades, and traps to claim her victims. Her armor would be of lighter nature that allow her to remain quick on her feet. She is thin and graceful in her movements and uses stealth to her advantage. She is known to maintain potions of invisibility and haste to make a quick exit if the situation calls for it. There is evidence that ties her to Cyricist activity within the borders of this Kingdom.

Rarebril is believed to be of mixed Elven Heritage. He is known for using traps on a prior charge of murder and using a one-handed blade, believed to be a scimitar and a shield, though not limited to that. He too is believed to wear lighter to medium armor to also maintains usage of stealth. Rarebril, prior to the bounty was known for wearing a velvet mask and is of light to tanned skin tone. He is also known to act as an accomplice to Netharmirth and may be traveling with her as a pair.

Both wanted individuals will likely be wearing facial covers that include but are not limited to hoods, masks, scarves, and helmets. They may have also taken to wearing clothes that may conceal their equipment beneath, much like robes may. Be wary of your surroundings and remain suspect of those going out of their way to conceal themselves and their identities.

The Triadic Order will be increasing patrols in the area as part of the Debt of Dereliction in an effort to curb the influence and agents of the Black Sun in the region and the kingdom.

May the Triad blessings be upon you,
Velisario Chrysosnomos, Paladin of Torm
Grandmaster of the Triadic Order of the Divine Resurrection

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Several new directives appear in and around around Valkur's Roar, tacked onto trees, near main roads and sometimes folded up and tossed on the floor of caravan wagons. Each contains slight variations though they all maintain the original basic message. The following imagery is also spread alongside it.

[Conundrum]

<<<An image of the skull of Cyric smashed by an unseen force is posted around Valkur's Roar.

To an experienced eye, they are woodcut prints made on cheap paper>>>

[Rane]

Salazar Von Nefzon would patrol about the streets greeting any who would approach him. He would shake his head noticing the many postings about the city.

"These people really know how to waste parchment."

He would reply to any who asked him about the posters.

Salazar would continue through to the slums, his hands folded behind his back. He seems to wander by like a man who fears nothing.

[Alizarin Spion - Sleeper Agent]

A hooded mage collects many of the above parchments and introduces them to the local vagrants and hobos as "asswipes". Further inquiries to the hooded mage would yield answers along the lines of overproduction by various scribes, donations made to the less fortunate so they can wipe their asses and keep their cheeks fresh.

He would cry out to the rabble and wave a whole stack of parchment in his hand:
"Keep your rumps dingleberry-free!"

[DOT]

Ahmed would walk through the market, perhaps ignoring stares, but making note of interactions between those people he might wander by, and the note.

He would continue to walk, perhaps seeking the Arch Mage of the city, Salazar… but a smile would be growing on his face.

He had no desire to become involved in either party… but he did quite enjoy watching their spectacle.