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Rufus Oryan · Posted: Sat Dec 11, 2004 5:23 am Post subject:

Rufus stood upon the Balcony of one of his many homes, in silence. Earlier that day, a guardsman had brought to his attention the missive Tarothin posted; and Rufus simply responded with a silent nod.

Though it seemed that the missive bothered him little, why did he stare out into the garden below him. He looked to his sleeveless arms, admiring the Ouroboros permanently sketched into his arms. He folded his hands behind his back, raising his head for a moment to the sun.

"It would seem that the greatest challanges would come in the time of the realms greatest rebirth. As light has become divided in some aspects, we have collectively assembled as of late, without question...."

Rufus took in a deep breath, and glanced to his arm again, flexing a bit, watching the tattoo move along his bicep. He lifted his right hand a bit and brushed the marking under his eye....

"To outwit a beast, or confront corruption head on? To watch him flounder, and wither from the inside out while the light clears out the rubble he has created...There are so many involved in this..."

Rufus smiled for a bit, making a tight fist, and closing his eyes for a moment. As he strained, muttering a few words, he opened his fist, and a small golden feather lay there. "I believe that we shall figure something out post haste..."

Rufus turned from the Balcony and walked into the bedchamber muttering softly to himself, "Many parchments to write...much prayer and meditation...Things seem to nay stay settle for a moment..."
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Alexander the Elf · Posted: Sat Dec 11, 2004 8:26 am Post subject:

Alexander sat quietly in a small study located to the left of the entrance of an isolated mages guild. He continued to practice the things that Draven had shown him earlier. It was taxing, but he was getting better and he knew the rewards were worth it.

He had no way of knowing about the proclamation Tarothin had made. Mages of the kind he was studying at hardly would have found such a thing important, and he himself wouldn't have, either. It is doubtful that anyone could have even found the place that he was at to deliver anything, let alone a posting of unvirtuous people.

He continued about his excercises, mostly oblivious to anything in regards to the recent decree.

Silent Poet · Posted: Sat Dec 11, 2004 11:05 am Post subject:

*examines a poster tacked to the bulletin board on the front of the Garden*

"Och, just wha' I need, a battle o' wits wi' an unarmed opponent."

Poet then removes a quill from his pack and methodically corrects the spelling and grammatical errors.

"Tut, tut, poor Cloudie must be slippin' wha' wi' tha' Demon inside. But then again, he was never tha' sharpest knife in tha' drawer."

Tacks a note to bottom of the poster.

"Minstrels, it would probably be best if we dinna go ta' tha' Dark Cove, unless ye canna help it. We wouldna want ta' be responsible for tha' big blue lad ta' hae a headache, o' ta' hae ta' deal wi' those who dinna suckle at his nipple. Let us leave him an' his kind alone ta' continue their plottin' an' schemin'.

"Post Script: All o' ye who hae scribin' skills meet me at tha' regular spot. We hae a lot o' work ta' do."
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Grig'nag da Mojo · Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2004 5:05 pm Post subject:

Grig'nag was more then a little perturbed at the days events so far. It had been a fine breakfast of deer (he would have preffered an elf ear but those were so very rare these days, even the elf jerky) and gone for a nice stroll through the lich yards. But the day had turned sour when he went to collect the days toilet paper.

"Bah! Tir'og dat pug! Hems wuz heer furst! Und hem tuuk dem AWL!" Grig'nag cursed to himself. Tir took not only the best announcements, but almost always took all of them. Without those, he would have neither anything to wipe up with when he was done, nor any comics to laugh to while he did his business. At least he thought they were comics. The stuff that the Hand of Hummanis wrote was always the best. But now, he had nothing. He would not let Tir'og get away with this.

Heading to Tir'og's shak, Grig marched right in and began his search for the coveted bum cleaners. Finding the ridiculously large stack that Tir'og had accumulated Grig began shoveling some of them into his own pack. Turning, he noticed one parchment sitting off to the side by itself. Tir'og had never really been very good at reading human writings or even cared what they said. Noticing the seal of the Dark Order, Grig investigated the page.

"Hrmm. An invutayshun fur muur blud eh? Meeb wunder iffen dems gunna still tax uz Orcs iffen weeb kum tru der landz? Iffen nub, mite hab tu gu huntin fur hummies der meebselb."

With that Grig turned and began to move towards the spot he usually did his "business". Looking at the collection of parchments in his pack Grig thought to himself. "Tir ib rite, diz stub WEY mojoer den leebs ur lebbur."
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