A Very Eye Opening Poster

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

All around New Malinor new shoddily drawn posters are pinned up to trees, under them you see words.

 

 

"This is the s--t we put up with everyday. Please cooperate with us. The Lumi'drim."

 

(Thank you Lion, for the inspiration.)

[Rig 17580]

((+1))

Mythras nods his head. "FINALLY."

[MetaSolaray 242]

Meta stops as he stares at the picture, debating if burning out his eyes would be sufficient for dealing with this kind of situation of seeing the art

 

"While I cannot disagree with this madness, I can also see the point of the offenders. Many times the guard may be blind to the true eye of the situation, if they are agreeable to some degree maybe we can find true balance."

[Samson Option 9652]

Khagan, returning from working on the Barracks, applauds Artimec openly. After hearing a few catatonic elves exclaim and attempt to argue pitifully, gasping "Lumidrim suffer from this?!", Khagan cricks his neck in a Bryan Cranston manner and states bluntly "Yer' gat'damn right".

 

[Moot 1719]

Kalameet sighs, staring blankly at the drawing.

"Perhaps if we where not so quick to arms, these situations could be avoided far more."

Kalameet shakes his head, walking away.

[Samson Option 9652]

Kalameet sighs, staring blankly at the drawing.

"Perhaps if we where not so quick to arms, these situations could be avoided far more."

Kalameet shakes his head, walking away.

Standing, his arms crossed and his look stern, Khagan releases the tension in his face as he ponders for a moment Kalameet's words. "Eh', I think you are right. Honestly though, I feel it is the need for all the Mali' to realize that we have been dealt constant blows that would shame a Sky-God into banishing a repetitive fallen soldier. The tension is high amongst us all who carry swords, lower heads, and bite tongues, who just protect for the damn of it. Having to deal with the Scourge, Wraithes, Liches, and Orc cannibals causes us to withdraw sword without a moment's thought. Be nice if the citizens who aid us not could see this reality and give us a word of inspiration and kindness rather than argue relentlessly; aiding even further stress. That being said Sentinel Kalameet, I believe you and the other loyal guardsmen will be in for a treat due tomorrow, elfish military time."

 Giving a curtsy with his lamellar helmet, he walks off.

[Moot 1719]

Standing, his arms crossed and his look stern, Khagan releases the tension in his face as he ponders for a moment Kalameet's words. "Eh', I think you are right. Honestly though, I feel it is the need for all the Mali' to realize that we have been dealt constant blows that would shame a Sky-God into banishing a repetitive fallen soldier. The tension is high amongst us all who carry swords, lower heads, and bite tongues, who just protect for the damn of it. Having to deal with the Scourge, Wraithes, Liches, and Orc cannibals causes us to withdraw sword without a moment's thought. Be nice if the citizens who aid us not could see this reality and give us a word of inspiration and kindness rather than argue relentlessly; aiding even further stress. That being said Sentinel Kalameet, I believe you and the other loyal guardsmen will be in for a treat due tomorrow, elfish military time."

 Giving a curtsy with his lamellar helmet, he walks off.

Kalameet stands idle as Khagan walks off, Kalameet gives a stern nod to his departure.

"I agree, Ser Khagan, and I await this news you bring."

Kalameets emotionless gaze shifts, he too walks off, patrolling like usual.

[Swgrclan 2682]

In an indisclosed location, the Lord of Infliction reads over the poster whilst being seated in a dark throne of maroon stone. Soon after finishing it's study, the Gravelord would fold the crude drawing up neatly, and then promptly shove it into it's helmet where tainted mists and miasma would tear it up as if it was chewing. It releases a billow of black smog, as if belching.

"Perhaps Malinor sacrificing these 'edgies' to us would be an adequate reason to establish a.. 'cease-fire'."

The undead creature chortles at this thought, knowing even sacrifices would not dull it's desire to continue it's genocide of tall forest-oaks and naive Elves.
 

[Will (TauFirewarrior) 2466]

Kais while cleaning the counter of his teashop is shown the poster by one of his subordinates 

 

"Malinor needs some good old Eastern justice, good thing Sertorius is there, he's an Easterner...kind of."

[DruinsBane 240]

The Tilted Performer's arms stretch pulling one of the notes off a board, turning it with a perplexed look. His jewel like eyes running up and down, letting out a harmonic giggle. "Gahaha, who wears babies? Is it one of these so called edgies? I mean honestly that just so... dull, how will the babies know who did it if they're dead. Wheres the calling card, uncivil trash..."

[5678 260]

Meanwhile, Tex continues to argue with people trying to get past the gate with armor and katanas

[Will (TauFirewarrior) 2466]

Meanwhile, Tex continues to argue with people trying to get past the gate with armor and katanas

Needs to murder this person.

[Major Dom 1297]

Oren sheds a single tear.

 

"That's my boy" :')

[CombatRolePlay 1863]

*Roy cries as he continues to see people with double katanas and sasuke like hair with red eyes, also has ninja abilities.*

[Lark 2227]

On a trip to Malinor, Lark notices the poster and wonders if the elves need some help from the Imperial Army.