Post by Raven Credale on Jun 10, 2020 8:54:36 GMT -5
Aella reads the poster with an arched brow and slight smirk. "Well this person just made it certain I can't trust four specific people. Not that I trusted them to begin with. Team Evil seems to be stalking for power...how pathetic."
If anyone knew Aella, that last line she spoke was a bit out of chatacter for her. There was a note of pure disgust and malice laced into her tone of voice.
Post by ShadowCatJen on Jun 10, 2020 12:08:42 GMT -5
On her usual walk about the city in the morning, Mynian slows as she sees one of the postings and stops to read it over quietly. Her eyes narrow just a fraction, but no other emotion seems to play on her face.
As she walks away she's heard to utter, "Looks loik tha long standin' tradition o' propaganda bein' posted still be alive 'n well in tha Roar."
With that she continues on her way to speak with the folks of the city.
Mynian Copperhand - Tailor, Dressmaker, Songstress, Minister of the City Interior - Valkur's Roar
While passing through Valkur's Roar, the Red Emperor reads one of the posters...*
Hrm, local power struggles and not much else to see here.
Do I take a side if either cares to reward me? Or... Do I watch them break the law, hunt them down and become richer at their expense?
Possibilities to reflect upon.
Ving Lyonald: "The Red Emperor" & Bounty Hunter
"When history witnesses a great change, Razgriz reveals itself... first, as a dark demon. As a demon, it uses its power to rain death upon the land, and then it dies. However, after a period of slumber, Razgriz returns, this time, as a great hero."
Elvewyn strolled through the Northern Gates of Valkaur's Roar, bouncing a small black ball and muttering in draconic.
He stopped close by, spotting one of the posters, and shook his head.
He pocketed one and then muttered to himself. "Why is it always such a fight for the 'Roar? Living in Hallomein's shadow." After he finished speaking he clicked a tongue stud against his teeth and then continued his walk. Bouncing that black ball.
Last Edit: Jun 12, 2020 14:36:56 GMT -5 by Sioladuil
Why let the truth get in the way of a good yarn?
Duvaega Sormuzhik Elvewyn Cenocelin Ander Brightwood Sepoto Wasatho
*Elith while wandering the city notices the poster. Interested in it’s design he steps closer to read it. After a moment he begins to laugh heartily. He wipes a joyful tear from his eye and wanders off*
Post by thelaughingjester on Jun 12, 2020 13:38:21 GMT -5
More posters of a black diamond shape are posted up. The following is written on them in white ink. Unlike the first round of posters these ones have been written in a beautiful calligraphy.
Zodika is down, Zodika is gone, The nine barbed lash has been silenced for sure, So now the children appear from the cracks, Squabbling, babbling and grabbing for power, Chasing the status they do not deserve, With an inflated sense of importance, Overestimating their relevance, In a city that cares not about them, Or the Black Diamond that binds them as one, Group of people who have acheived nothing, Other then making their name through murder, And bullying the less experienced, In order to feel truly powerful, Within a city of higher standards, And a better class of historic names, That have ruled over those cold grey walls.
Post by winterglass on Jun 13, 2020 6:52:33 GMT -5
One of the posters, a short way from the Tipsy Imp, has been curiously defaced along its lower edges, as if with a small, sharp blade.
Seemingly meaningless chicken-scratch to most peoples' eyes, unless one happens to be in the know when it comes to thieves' cant and its close cousin, the heavily stylised thief-signs often used in cities to mark points of interest or danger.
The signs translate as follows:
'Great danger' 'Noisy barking dog' drawn twice, the second sign reversed so that the barking dogs appear to be facing one another. 'Watchful guards here' 'Short-cut this way' 'Gallows' drawn several times over.
Then the sign for 'Silence' is scored so hard into the poster that it's scratched the stonework behind it.
A man in the uniform of a Firstsword hood up against the rain walks towards Talbot's inn. He pauses to take note of the posters where he finds them. He stops to read each different poster without reaction or outburst and continues on his way.
Post by thelaughingjester on Jun 23, 2020 20:06:14 GMT -5
More black diamond shaped posters appear.
Elith has been arrested, Thrown in the coldest irons, Clamped, chained but not invested, 'cos he is not who I am, And I am not who they said, But Salina is still there, The guards doin' her vile will, Letting corruption run rife, To the whims of that Blue's wife, Me wonders how many lay her, "roit"? Can you hear the drums?