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Post by The Laughing Jester on Oct 7, 2021 10:05:33 GMT -5
//Everything posted in this thread is something that has been posted in public.
All for the jest, the bestest that’s jested!
An ode to quality.
Who’s for the game, the biggest that’s died,
Gone are the best, who kept fools restricted,
Zodika has retired from life,
Hallomein is no longer contradicted,
And the Butcher has lost his knife.
So who'll step up to the line of big bad?
Who’ll give us a name to fear?
Who fancies themselves the villainry's dad?
Somebody must want the career?
Rather than the current stupidity.
You know the ones I mean, nothing but grump,
Shouting and crying in Redmist,
Playing an infantile game of top trump(s),
To see who has the strongest fist,
Demanding respect for their boring games.
They threaten to murder, it's all they do,
They just threaten, posture and moan,
They need to go, somebody start a coup!
Get rid of these flatulent groans!
Can you hear the drums?
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woogieboogie
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The God of Envy has a better temple than yours.
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Post by woogieboogie on Oct 7, 2021 18:05:03 GMT -5
*A tall human male walks by chewing upon an unlit cigar. Those close enough can hear him say*
"Beshaba smiles!"
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Post by DOT on Oct 7, 2021 19:07:20 GMT -5
~Valdore would make a cursory read-through of one of the notices. He would pause in brief thought... then scoff... before continuing on with plans yet unknown, walking past the burnt husk of an inn, with the faintest of grins~
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Post by The Laughing Jester on Oct 8, 2021 3:28:56 GMT -5
Hrothgar, o' Hrothgar!
The boots you wore where just too big to fill,
Bring back the red beard,
His name created more fear than the kill,
Just ask those he speared,
Oh how I wish he would return to us,
To cull this new crop,
Of imitation ignoramuses,
Who just throw a strop,
When people do not treat them as famous,
Please Hroth, make it stop!
Can you hear the drums?
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woogieboogie
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The God of Envy has a better temple than yours.
Posts: 108
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Post by woogieboogie on Oct 8, 2021 18:41:39 GMT -5
*chewing upon an unlit cigar, a tall human male mutters*
"They are talking to a tourist whos moves are amongst the purist!"
*He makes a vertical black mark with a stick of charcoal on the latest poster*
"Beshaba smiles!", he utters.
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Post by The Laughing Jester on Oct 9, 2021 4:34:49 GMT -5
The Tipsy Imp is on fire,
is on fire, is on fire,
The Tipsy Imp is on fire,
Let it burn!
It's full up with posing fools,
Posing fools, posing fools,
It's full up with posing fools,
Then let it burn!
Posing fools will run and cry,
Run and cry, run and cry,
Posing fools will run and cry,
So let them burn!
Fill it up with Mard and Kethoth,
Phelz' and Lucius, Card and Veshal
Fill it up with the real villains
We need them back!
The Tipsy Imp was on fire,
Was on fire, was on fire,
The Tipsy Imp was on fire,
We should have let it burn!
Can you hear the drums?
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Post by The Laughing Jester on Oct 9, 2021 6:46:16 GMT -5
//is the above another public notice? //Everything posted within this thread is public postings.
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Post by DOT on Oct 9, 2021 13:10:33 GMT -5
After turning in coin for a bank note, Valdore would come upon more notices upon the initial notice and ponder...
Curiosity would get the better of him, and he would make note of the aforementioned names. Perhaps there were books or records that might reference these.... real villains. Knowledge is power after all.
Curious.
What might constitute a real villain... and why would one want to make oneself a target of such a moniker.
For personal fame? For personal glory? There is only the glory of Thay, everything else is secondary.
Odd.
What did happen to these... real villains. Were they captured? Did they meet their ignoble end in a blaze of... personal glory that might have earned them the title of 'real villains'? Certainly such is the desire of most adventurers oddly enough.
Fascinating.
Or perhaps, they became too comfortable. Perhaps, they slowly faded into oblivion as such is the common end of many titled adventurers and organizations populated by the same.
To carry such a moniker is certainly to be confident in one's abilities and one's status. Perhaps overly so.
What is clear, is that the real villains thought of their legacy not in terms of the population they villainized but in terms of edifices and what they believed to be everlasting actions, the meaning of which changes over time.
Indeed.
New crops spring every year, and the old are either cut for the harvest or they whither and die.
Valdore would briefly glance at the flickering streetlight that cast shadows across the cold stone cobble of Valkur's streets.
As he made his way to the caravan, his mind would wander to the words spoken to young Thayan Knights...
"Those who scale the pinnacles of glory have the furthest to plunge into the abyss."
Oblivion. Such must be their fate, and to be forgotten... their fear. Little do they know, that their end is not near... but rather now long past.
Valdore was rarely wrong, but perhaps time will tell and such characters to make a return considered substantial and with presence... entertaining to say the least.
...
The caravan rolled to a start, making the journey to Greatgaunt during this twilight hour.
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Post by davenutninja408 on Oct 9, 2021 13:18:14 GMT -5
Returning down from the mountains outside of Shallybrook Sylus makes his way toward the Sea Queen's Due once again and ponders the posters, and then he smirks... "Can you hear the drums? The jester is back." He chortles mischievously before being about his business in town, gold onto the tithe plate, a snack for the crab and then off he goes onto the low road toward Greatgaunt making his way toward a stormy grove in the near distance.
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Post by Fiddlesticks on Oct 9, 2021 14:31:25 GMT -5
Returning down from the mountains outside of Shallybrook Sylus makes his way toward the Sea Queen's Due once again and ponders the posters, and then he smirks... "Can you hear the drums? The jester is back." He chortles mischievously before being about his business in town, gold onto the tithe plate, a snack for the crab and then off he goes onto the low road toward Greatgaunt making his way toward a stormy grove in the near distance. A blue and white clad Captain leaning on the guard rail of a local vessel and chatting to another skipper watches Sylus and his destination with a look of disappointment followed by increasing mistrust. He heads back to his own ship with an exasperated glare at the posters. "Only fools hanker after the past and yearn for a tyrant to make the common man suffer" The mariner grunts as he salutes the Blue Dragon guard at the gate and boards his vessel.
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Post by ShadowCatJen on Oct 9, 2021 15:08:03 GMT -5
As she goes about the city checking on the citizens and reassuring them the smell wafting around is nothing to worry about, Mynian spies the postings. She pauses to read them.
She'd audibly click her tongue, "First two be lousy prose. Las' one at least sounds loik yeh c'n tap yeh toe ta it."
She's pause further and mutter as she'd walk away, "Got way bigga fish ta fry then tryin' ta find someone 'oo canno' let go o' tha distant past ... "
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Post by The Laughing Jester on Oct 12, 2021 12:04:06 GMT -5
Two posters are pinned up around Valkur's Roar. The second is always pinned to the first.
The First
Those of us here at The Laughing Jester Would like to take a moment to apologise for the recent change in content and the borderline erotic content aimed towards historic names.
Normal service will resume once we have located which one of us is posting the content seen over recent days.
There are no drums.
The Second
YOU'LL NEVER TAKE MY DRUMS, ISIOLITH!
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Post by The Laughing Jester on Oct 18, 2021 13:03:57 GMT -5
Posters are hung up by a begger, who was allegedly paid by a strange individual who was dressed like a jester.
Friends! Cormyreans! Other people!
We would first like to apologise for our lack of content... we discovered that Supreme-Jester Henrik was the Jester that was posting the romanticised, borderline erotic posts in awe of old villains... and Sharita. That has now been dealt with. Henrik has handed back his oversized shoes and hung up his custard pies. He will drum no more.
Until this mist has gone (looking your way Runa, you naughty mist maker!) service within Valkaur's Mist Red Roar this place will stop.
There are no longer any drums for you to hear.
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miigwech
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Imperfectly perfect.
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Post by miigwech on Oct 18, 2021 13:16:38 GMT -5
*Runa comes upon one of these posters, quietly growling before finding her quill and ink, drawing a large oak leaf on each poster she finds.*
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Post by The Laughing Jester on Aug 21, 2022 15:07:58 GMT -5
More posters are pinned.
What happened to the caravans? Oh Triads why, have You deserted us, Letting the Thayans, Control our transport, Without resistance! Davice and Henrik, I expected more, From the champions, Who swore to protect, Those who now suffer! Your unique colors, Are everywhere, But they are supposed, To be a signal, Of hope, not failure! Yet an innocent, Is in shackles, As he awaits for His execution. Do better, be better! Can you hear the drums?
-Arch-Jester Fidus
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Post by Asgardian Grey Hawk on Aug 22, 2022 3:29:51 GMT -5
More posters are pinned.
What happened to the caravans? Oh Triads why, have You deserted us, Letting the Thayans, Control our transport, Without resistance! Davice and Henrik, I expected more, From the champions, Who swore to protect, Those who now suffer! Your unique colors, Are everywhere, But they are supposed, To be a signal, Of hope, not failure! Yet an innocent, Is in shackles, As he awaits for His execution. Do better, be better! Can you hear the drums?
-Arch-Jester Fidus
*Slinger can be seen removing any posters within the city especially those near the Warehouse*
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Post by TheGreyFox on Aug 26, 2022 22:15:22 GMT -5
The few posts left have another one posted nearby.
They read
At the very bottom corner painted in gray is the image of a fox's head.
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Post by The Laughing Jester on Aug 28, 2022 15:03:34 GMT -5
The few posts left have another one posted nearby. They read At the very bottom corner painted in gray is the image of a fox's head.
The posts attached to the remaining posts have yet another post attached to them.
I'll play the fool 'cos you play the tool, 'cos; One of us hits and one takes gifts, 'cos; We fight against the Thayan dogs, but; You are spying for the red hogs, so; Let's not see who can out petty who, 'roit?
Can you hear the drums?
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