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In the dead of night, the small hooded figure of a girl quietly shuffles through Ac’talarah, Lenniel, and Malinor, hurriedly leaving behind an assortment of simple posters, written in bright pink ink, and arbitrarily pinned against the local trees.

 

“Join the Frozen Night and serve our glorious master Setherien today!”


 

(( http://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/100005-the-cult-of-the-frozen-night/ ))

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Art wanders around Ac'talarah, finding the posters and one by one, incinerating them with crackling little bolts of lightning, sweating and pale with exhaustion when done.

 

"...**** off..." He gasps, dropping to one knee.

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((Not very intimidating font choice. I'd suggest you change it))

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Sariant-Sakral and Lord-Inquisitor Viktor Delacroix finds a poster that had been pinned upon a tree nearby the Malinor encampment. Beneath his helmet, his face contorts into an expression of bewilderment and disgust.

"What the ****."

With any ounce of anxiety, fear or unsettled emotion he held for the Fools of the North and their blind followers completely drained from him by this tacky piece of propaganda, he balls the parchment into a crumbled sphere and tosses it to the side before marching off.

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In the dead of night, a hooded figure is seen in and around the city of New Abresi, Kal'Azgoth, and Adunia. He leaves a trail of posters in his wake. Pinned to trees, walls, alley ways, some even hastily written on walls in large, sloppy text. The parchment is plain and they all mention something strange that noone is quite sure.

 

"For those seeking the truth. Head to the North."

 

((http://tinyurl.com/qfztv94))

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Nigel is moved by the adorableness conveyed in the posters.

 

"How could something so cute be evil?"

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Adorellan raises an eyebrow, before giving a light shrug as he curls his fingers around the edge of a poster, tearing it from a random tree he passes, reading over the poster he huffs quietly. "Hmm.. Maybe." He murmurs, before stuffing it away and into his pocket. "Nah. Stupid people following this whatshisface."

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((Not very intimidating font choice. I'd suggest you change it))

((The writer is an 11 year old girl. It's rather intentional. Irony is a beautiful thing.))

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Ryan and a few other elves go about tearing down any posters in the forest around the refuge camp.

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Boul laughs, then Wilson laughs even louder at the cute poster, and how scared he is of the Frozen night.

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Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.

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