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Post by Grozer on Mar 27, 2007 2:48:10 GMT -5
Citizens of Redmist:
Do not be alarmed! The vast numbers of men manning the city's defenses are needed in this time to protect against those that wish to take what is rightfully ours.
As a result of assassins murderous attempts, the added guards are necessary. Until this threat is dealt with, the Redmist Guard is hereby ordered to thoroughly search any person entering, leaving or walking about in the city, noting their name. Those resisting shall be detained for questioning.
The Guard asks your assistance in reporting any visitors that may appear unusual.
Ranan Hallomein
Captain of the Redmist Guard and Protector of the People
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Post by gathera on Mar 28, 2007 11:06:26 GMT -5
~small papers scatters about the squares a few nailed to doors~
So citizens of Red Mist this is your vaunted city filled brimming with promised freedoms. You were promised security and now you have the safety of your chains. You were promised freedom and now the daily spectacle of free public executions. I ask each and every one of you did you not throw off the yoke of oppression? It seems that many citizens now bear it. You were promised guards to protect you. Of all the promises this one has been delivered. Guards patrol now on every street, watching. Who acts to protect the citizens from the guards? A quick savage beating is your gift from Bloodril’s men. Bloodstils’ boys flog any that they wish and should you be suspect in their eyes a merry dance at the end of a noose awaits. This is the true face of your lord and master. There is but one traitor to Red Mist Lord Jorias Bloodstil.
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Post by gathera on Apr 1, 2007 3:55:48 GMT -5
Citizens of Free Red Mist why so quick to abandon the heroes of yesterday? You have cast down those that risked everything to save the city. Do you not remember the terrors that once walked the streets? Or is it now the terrors of Bloodstil's reign that consume your thoughts. Each dawn more are hanged and yet each night brings some supposed new danger. Are you ever to be safe? NO! Who shall ever be safe so long as Jorias Bloodstil rules Red Mist. There is but one danger, one man that imperils the safety of all. Cast down Jorias before it is too late. How many more must die to quench this madman's bloody thirst. Each End the false lord rule.
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Toreavamp
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Post by Toreavamp on Apr 3, 2007 19:00:06 GMT -5
The young woman walked the streets of Redmist, enjoying the peace as it stood for now, fearing it'd not last for long. How ever she was determined not to give her insecurity on to the townfolks, afterall they had their part of the trials already. Sure they'd come to see more of it, and they'd learn, but time would be them a good teacher.
She stopped a moment listening to a group near the space the statues had once beenm discuessing the escape of Deliana and discuessing the message she'd tried to bring them. She moved towards them, a welcoming gleam in her eyes, and it worked, they moved aside to let her into their circle.
At first she just listened but she could feel their eyes at her, she might have been accepted in the circle but who was she, was she with them or not, afterall they'd seen her with Hoot but also with the Captain. She took the word and spoke to them in a calm voice, on their level, doing her best not to patronise them.
"Why do we discuess this woman's words ? I wonder if she's truely seeking our best, she's demeaning us, and especially you as the citizens of the town. Daring to suggest you are not wise enough to know who to chose to live with as leaders of this magnificent town, daring to question your ability to know right from wrong.
Has Lord Bloodstill not given the town and those who chose to make it their home what they... what -you- have asked. The statues have been removed, those who had stolen your coin and made the life less than tolerable has been punished for their crimes."
The woman looks to the small group, there's a hint of passion in her eyes as she notices a few more have come.
"She's asking for his sincerity ? She's twice promised to bring lions to the town to help the hungry and poor, and twice has she failed. No, not failed for in order to fail there should have been something to bring, but there was nothing, on the contrary you've been given coins by those who's freed you, to build up a town better than before, to take the magnificent to new heights.
Look to how she brings her message, she tries to kill the Lord who's here to serve the town, to build it, she brings it in the dark, afraid to stand face to face with you. She comes in the nights where you are sleeping in your beds; sleeping in peace,"
A pause in her words, the passion no longer only a hint in her eyes, her whole body radiates it. She looks intensely at her audience, taking a deep breath before speaking again, her eyes holding the flame of her words.
"I ask of you, who is it your enemy is ? The woman who claims mercy and goodness but hides and kills, or the men who protect you against her ?"
Dorenee held her breath watching the now large audience which had gathered, hoping she'd given the words.
((OOC: Pending DM approval and the commoners' reactions
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Post by gathera on Apr 6, 2007 3:06:42 GMT -5
~Several posters tacked to door and leaflets scattered about the square~
So citizens of free Red Mist trust was not enough now you must also pray to lord Jorias Bloodstil? It seems that there shall be no other gods to stand before him. He has cast out the faithful from the temple onto the street. A chapel once graced by men and women of all faiths it is now filled brimming with peddlers hawking self proclaimed miracles The holy men and women now stands with a litany of other so called enemies of Red Mist. So now are you safe from the ravages of Lathlander. How dim dawns light must shine now in Red Mist. Who shall be next? Will it be you, perhaps your neighbor? Are they to be tomorrow’s newest latest threat to Red Mist? Do I question your lord? Yes! Where have your traditions and values gone. Toppled and crumbled away like a castle of sand. Swept away by the wash of Jorias' whims. Did he give you what you asked or merely what Jorias desires?
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