Fliers posted about Redmist.

[Kharn597]

A woman in black robes and hood wanders about looking at the blurred world and listening at muffled sounds. She smiles under her vile as she walks about Redmist in the Ethereal plane. In her robes are many scrolls she has prepared for the citizens of Redmist to free them from their ignorance. She approaches where it appears the statue of Archmage Phelzaron once stood and she nods to herself. The world becomes clear again. She takes out a number of the scrolls and post them in the area quickly and throws some on the ground. She looks around and begins casting. Again the world is blurred and muffled and she walks off to another area of Redmist to repeat the process.

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Citizens of Redmist,

Open your eyes to the slaves you have become of the Black Hand. Your saviors and leaders of the guard only add your family, friends and fellow citizens everyday to the growing funeral pyres and gallows. When will you be next? Their Tyranny controls your city in the name of the Black Lord himself and Thay. Ask them where their powers come from. Look for their signs on their bodies. Ask yourself the cost of your enslavement in the false veil of freedom.

True freedom is gain through power. Power is gotten from knowledge. Knowledge is comes from studying life and death. Then freedom is had when you have true power over living and unliving.

Archmage Phelzaron wants to bring this to you, the citizens of Redmist. He wishes only to teach you all knowledge. The Tyrants would not allow for you to gain such freedom and power for they fear you knowing the knowledge. They struck out and attempted many times to slay him causing many of your citizens to die. The Archmage Phelzaron and his following can not be destroyed. We bring true salvation and freedom. The Archmage Phelzaron has saved your city from the demons of the abyss before. Now he seeks to save you from the devils of the Dark Lord. Hear him out and listen.

Do you wish to see you fallen families, friends, and citizens who died in wars Redmist participated in and at the hands of the devils enslaving your city walk amongst you again? They can be raised to join you. They can defend yours and their right to knowledge and power. Do you wish to gain true power and step on the path to immortality? We offer you this. We have no war or quarrel with you, only your leaders that follow the ways of the Tyrant and stop the spread of knowledge!

Question the leaders who control you with false freedoms.
Join us on the quest to personal power and freedom.
Archmage Phelzaron offers you true freedom and power.


*a crowned laughing lich skull on a solid black hexagon is imprinted on the bottom*

[shanara]

Tia quietly walked her patrol of the city. She preferred the time at evening feast the best. Most were inside eating or having drinks with friends. Generally the streets were quiet and it gave her time to think.

She stopped in exasperation at the scrolls littering the street at her feet off handly wondering how harshly those who made such messes could be dealt with. She bent over meaning to gather as many as she could to throw away, when the writing caught her eye. Slowly she straightened as she read over the scroll, her eyes flashing in anger.

She swept the area with her eyes after finishing the offending notice doubting the culprit or culprits remained. Clutching the scroll tightly in her hand, anger seething through her blood, she walked with determination to the Great Hall. She would find the others at the Manor House after she saw the Captain. Something was going to have to be done.

[Kolfrosta]

Quietly closing the inn door behind her, the young woman stepped out in the night air. It was quiet, save for the regular city sounds; a rat squeaking in the ally, the howl of a tom cat somewhere distant, the pacings of the guards.....

Something catches her notice out of the corner of her eye. Fluttering in the cool night breeze, a piece of parchment is stuck in the fence in front of the inn. Tilting her head curiously, she walks over, picks it up and reads it.....

She takes a deep breath after reading it and looks around, then shakes her head.

Muttering under her breath, "If the mage would have kept his wiggly fingers out of my inn, he might be convincing....but he's dead now, and the winners rule." Giving the note a slight glance, she returns to the inn muttering, "Knowledge in nice, but you have to have strength and power to use it well. For all his "knowledge"...he's still dead. He was weak..and so he failed."

She tucks the note away.