Syndicate Posters put up around Valkurs Roar

[Dobian]

His name is Elith but he goes by "Butcher",
In the business of food, wine, and murder

Crime Lord of the Syndicate,
A leader most Imp-otent

His leftenants Anien and Keerla lovers so fair,
When they aren't satisfying Butcher in his lair

A desperate man, his power slipping,
Left by Salina on the inn floor, with nary blood dripping

His ego wounded, he sought to even the score,
But failing to finish the job, Butcher is a fool and more

The Syndicate wanes, a symbol of times gone by,
A new Roar rises, its future reaching to the sky

[Dobian]

*Special care is made to tack one to the front door of the Imp and on a certain painting in the upstairs hall of the inn*

[Droark]

A sellsword cloaked in blue pauses as he pulls one of the posters from the wall it'd been pasted onto. Though his face is hidden in shadow, the Summer downpour making his shape indistinct.

Two names known, one not. A pit turns in his stomach as he folds the poster into quarters and slides it away.

"Don't get involved. You'll die. They could be watching at any time." His voice gets lower and angrier with each statement until all that's left is angry elvish muttering.

[deadbeatbert]

Upon his travels to tithe at the Temple of Retribution, Gideon spies one of the poems tacked to a lamp post.

"Well, the meter is quixotic, spelling leaves much to the imagination and there is no attention to detail." he says to himself then pauses for analysis. "Not a bard of the Alizarin."

He takes one down and looks to find another in the same area to compare the hand writing.

[Vi]

Anien makes her way to the Tipsy Imp for her shift. She notes the poster, canting her head as she peruses the words curiously. An off chuckle falls from her lips as she sees her name.

“Oh, aye… and I’m the queen of all Cormyr too… ”

She makes her way in, her lips tipping very slightly at the side.

[Sioladuil]

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.

[FORSETIS]

*Returning to the Imp Elith notices the poster on the door, he approaches with an amused expression already growing on his face. Reading the first line he starts to kinda sway back and forth*

That first stanza slaps...

*he continues to read It out loud like it’s slam poetry, finishing with a chuckle*

Alright well this won’t do..

*he takes the poster off the door, then puts it in a frame and hangs it up on the wall inside the common area of the Imp chuckling to himself. He places a small sign below the poster that reads : Salina, for the last time.. I’m not romantically interested in you. I’m sorry.*

[mustanggt5000]

Davina puts a box of chocolates in her bag on the way out of the Tipsy Imp. Her eyes catch Salina's name under the poster. "Salina what in the nine hells are you doing? Are you trying to start a bloody war? Blue is not going to be happy about this."

[Deleted]

*Happy heads to the Tipsy for some chocolate but takes a moment to read over the poster*

"Uh... Hiz.. nome... iz... uh.. too hard for Happy, Happy get chalklet instead! HA! HA! HAAA!"

*Happy heads to the counter where he licks 5 boxes clean*

[Southpaw]

"The Syndicate!"

*Erynne brightens and chuckles after reading the poster.* "Here I was all these years calling them 'The Murderous S***heads!'" *She shakes her head.* "But no, they have an actual name. 'The Syndicate.' Learn something new every day." *She turns and walks away.*

[ShadowCatJen]

Sometime in the middle of the night, all of the Syndicate posters are removed from the South East Quarter.