Tacked up to several doors

[gathera]

Tacked up around Red Mist and scattered about the square


People of Red Mist once more agents of the Cormyr crown strike you down. Once again innocent blood stains the street red. Will Cormyr lift a finger NO. Cormyr once more lusts to seize your city for their own designs. Is the Council of Ten to bring in a new order or just let the city once more sink into anarchy and decay. You may ask yourself what of Sir Byron Pickett? What guidance has he offered in the wake of this atrocity. The silence of his response speaks loudly enough to my mind.

*signed*

Jehao Toj'cuja

[ShadowCatJen]

On one of her walks through the city one late afternoon she spies one of these notices. Picking one up that's scattered about the square she reads it over once, then gives a derisive snort.

"'n jus' whot 'r you tryin' ta sell 'ere, deary?" she could be heard to utter.

Her eyes scan the name over, then she discards the parchment from where she picked it up at, "Myth Drannor weren't built in a day 'r even a tenday, ye know. 'n this definitely ain't Myth Drannor."

She sort of gives almost a savage grin as she starts to walk, "'n count yehself lucky tha' there ain't any Scarlett mongrels around anymore ta make yeh disappear fer speakin' out against tha government. Yeh'll be able ta sleep in peace tanight. Be thankful fer tha' at least..."

With that she heads into the streets to find more minor trouble makers to deal with. Several people eye her oddly as she speaks to absolutely no one.

[ManyAsOne]

Within the next few days, the notes have been cleaned off the streets with the rest of the litter and removed from any private property they've been attached to.