Boy Handing Out Flyers.

[Sky 0]

A young boy, of most likely human origin, is seen walking around the nations of Anthos and only seen during the days. He is seen handing out flyers, and if you were to approach him for a flyer, this is what you would receive;

 

Dear Reader,

 

I write this now, to warn you all of a great danger. 

Not of those... Creatures from the north, nor from which ever apposing faction you are not aligned to.

I speak of a danger, from an individual, a certain individual who through the use of his magic and mind, has seen to desert the ways of the righteous.

I have witnessed his destructive power first hand, and barely escaped with my life and I fear the worst for us all.

I speak, of course, of the wizard known to many as Blundermore.

Let it be known, that he is a dangerous man.

Let it be known, that not once has he helped us fight off those northern... Things.

Let it be known, that he is a threat.

 

-Alexander D. Shanks.

[Sky 0]

"Redhead" would walk up to the boy and take the flyer, after reading over it he would let the flyer drift to floor as he walks off.

 

"I wonder how people will take that piece of information..." 

 

He thinks as he walks, planning his next move carefully.

[hjgklmn0ajuvxc 688]

Goat takes the flyer, staring at it for a few moments. He rubs his chin, raising an eyebrow "i cant read"

[TheBareSheet 194]

Fiona shuffles closer as she peers at the boy, shifting her weight slightly she let her wooden hand reach out and clasp on the small flyer before walking away.

[Dreek 1633]

Fariken takes a flyer, nodding to himself"Dam dis wizurd....."

[domainoft 191]

*A flier finds its way to Leyu floating upon the wind like a leave upon the breeze.

 

*Curious as to what the fates have sent her way she reaches out and snatches it from the air, then carefully begins reading  the message.

 

*Muttering to herself

 

"Alexander.....hmm interesting...I wonder what would make him tell such lies."

 

*Carefully she folds the note and tucks it away in one of her books.

[Googlesearch 141]

Sonn takes a flier, He reads it and thinks back to the time Blundermore helped in the expedition to the north. He casts the flier aside and strolls off muttering

 

"Damn wizard, Giving us a bad name"

[Fredfort (jens6851) 283]

Grabbing a flyer and quickly reading through it as he trudges along the road, John Lartius Fredfort frowns at himself,

thinking for a few seconds.

 

"Mr. Windraker? A threat? To whom..? No, no, no... Such is barely possible. Not one o' his kin."

 

John says at himself as he continues to trudge off,

putting the flyer into his pocket so he can remember the name of this fella namd Alexander D. Shanks.

You never know if one would happen to meet him.

A conversation with him would surely be interesting.

[Blundermore 2741]

As the young boy travels through Anthos, somehow alone and unheeded by the many bandits, marauders, raiders and war mongers whom fill the lands to the brim with blood and carnage without even once being stopped or hung for daring to approach such individuals and groups, the young boy finds himself in the quiet highlands of the Elves. Passing through valley and forest he goes, continuing on his route through the province, somehow passing through witches forest, again, completely unscaved and by himself. Until he comes upon a small quiet town in a clearing of the valley floor. Tree homes and grand houses seem to dot the area, travelling through the town, he passes out the notes to somewhat bemused looking dwellers who give a strange look to the child as they read the contents of the note before suddenly, the child feels a strange sensation on the back of his neck. As though a gust of wind had just blown over him. Turning around he looks back at the crowd, seeing nothing, all was calm, the dwellers still eying him with strange looks. Smiling the boy turns back around to continue on.

 

It was then that he saw that he was now in the shadow of something that loomed over him. Looking up at the darkened figure the chill once again runs down his neck and continues on down his spine.

Before the completely unscavable boy could react, a hand takes him by the shoulder and pulls him aside... behind a house out of sight.

 

The child quivers as he is petrified with fear, for as he backed up into the awaiting clutches that was the wooden wall of the house behind him he looked up to see a figure with a long... bushy beard, staff, and a pointed hat. The boy knew who it was instantly, having read the thousands of notes that he somehow carried through all of Anthos by himself. He knew what stood before him and he knew in that instant that his once indestructibility to all things in this world would not aid him here. Cowering in the corner he knew his death was coming shortly. Crouching down into the fetal position he cowered away, quivering and dribbling snot from his nose.

 

"Don't kill me please!"

 

The child screamed as he rocked backwards and forwards

 

"Don't turn me into one of your mindless fralls or a toad! I swear I didn't mean to do anything honest! Just please don't kill me!"

 

The child continued to weep as the figure stood there, enveloped in shadow, looking down upon the boy.  

The boy, banging his head on the back wall almost continued to snivel as he awaited his death...

Time past on, to what seemed as though was a life time. It was then he wondered why yet had it not come?

It was then, that something happened, that the boy did not expect at all.

The figure spoke.

 

"Kill...? My dear child... I do not kill... It is not in my nature to kill... if I can help it."

Says the figure, in a sage like voice.

 

The child stopped shaking as the words wash over him. Soothing almost, wiping his nose he looks up to the figure. As he does so the Figure bends downwards, so that his face may come into the light.

 

From what once looked like the image of the Devil himself, now stood a rosey cheeked old man. A great beard protruding from his face like a sea of hair, clad in what seemed like pure snow... Carrying a white staff in hand he bends over slipping his hand into his satchel before offering the child what seems to be a small cloth.

 

The boy takes the cloth, after pausing for a moment longer. wiping the snot from his nose and drying his eyes, after doing so he looks up once more to see the figure reading one of the many letters he had carried all across Anthos.

 

"Interesting travel reading you bring here... hmm."

 

The figure, finished reading the letter turns back to the child.

 

"I see now... that explains everything. I must thank you child for bringing this to me."

 

Bending over so that he is now kneeling on one knee he removes his pointed hat from his head to reveal long white frocks, scraggily and curled. Now at eye level with the child he moves his head close to the child's ear before whispering to him.

 

Time passes, and the child continues to listen before finally, the Wizard finishes, slipping his hand into his hat he pulls from it a letter, folded and sealed with red wax. Handing it to the child carefully, before handing him 6 gold pieces, the child smiles, nodding before kicking over the stack of letters he once carried through Anthos. Waving to the figure before turning to head straight back to where he began. Travelling through forests unscaved, through bandit camps and battle fields, before finally taking the letter straight back to Alexander...

 

Walking into his study, Alexander would look at the child, probably annoyed at the fact the child was back so soon. However, he would see the note in the child's hand. The child merely drops it on the table next to the enterance to his study, before smiling at Alexander, and giving him a two finger salute gesture and saying in a timid and child like voice.

 

"You're a big fat meanie face liar."

 

Smiling the child turns, running out of the room, back down the stairs and out onto the streets.

 

It would seem that you no longer have indestructible child servants to do you work for you.

 

A letter sits upon the table. Sealed in red wax...

[Sky 0]

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[[

 

That would all be perfect, except the last bit...

 

The child doesn't even know who Alexander is, let alone where he lives and even if he did, Alexander would be more happy to see a reply.

 

Kids tend to do anything, if you offer them the right thing.

 

Also, I would ask that you don't be so passive aggressive in your writing.

 

Thanks.

 

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[Googlesearch 141]

Sonn Ander wonders what Gandalf the White Blundermore is doing when he sees them taking a child behind a house. He continues his last adventures around Anthos still wondering what happened that day

[Blundermore 2741]

[[

 

That would all be perfect, except the last bit...

 

The child doesn't even know who Alexander is, let alone where he lives and even if he did, Alexander would be more happy to see a reply.

 

Kids tend to do anything, if you offer them the right thing.

 

Also, I would ask that you don't be so passive aggressive in your writing.

 

Thanks.

 

]]

((The child doesn't know who he is yet he is carrying around thousands of notes and travelling all across Anthos by his own accord without any sort of pay or anything... Right.

 

My jokes in the story was poking fun at the fact that your character is trying to warn people of a nice peaceful man who doesn't actually attack anyone at all saying he is a violent man that should be feared when all around you see violent men who would kill because they flipping can and scar the land with the blood of the innocent. I thought it was pretty funny that this was occurring when all this stuff is going on.

 

Next, I'd like to point out that I believe it was mentioned by either cappy or Freya at some point that people are not allowed to do posts such as these where people magically receive letters or have posters put up en-mass in huge amounts without at least having it done so physically in the first place in game as it is classed as a form of powergaming which I can see the logic in. As this child can easily bypass all war zones, bandits and raiders that could be found on the roads and in towns that may not take too kindly to -a child- walking around -by himself- with no protection or anything handing out letters telling them how /they/ should think. If you really wished, I could've spent no time on a humorous story to explain the issue and instead been a spoilt sport by saying you should void the rp because it's not legitimate. But I'm not that kind of person, so really, I responded in a manner I would enjoy writing.

 

You are complaining about anthills that could've just been big "f*** you" mountains that many people put up in ooc today.

 

Now, are you going to continue making up excuses in ooc or are you going to actually open my letter and let the RP continue? Or shall I simply stop there as it doesn't conform to what you believe to be enjoyable RP to you? If that is the case I will do so. And void everything I just did.))

[Googlesearch 141]

((Calm down chaps it's a game. Anything is possible.))

[Sky 0]

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[[

 

I implied that the child was given a reward for his likes, no need to be aggressive about it.

 

I truly don't appreciate how you assume I am making up excuses just because it isn't going my way, it really doesn't sit well.

 

Though, like a good sport, I shall assume the boy somehow found me and gave me the letter

 

]]

 

The boy approaches Alexander, handing him the letter before raising his hand for the promised item. Alexander ruffles the boy's hair, and drops a key into his hand. 

 

"Run along now, back to your mother"

 

He would say, before the boy runs off joyfully down the road. Alexander would jump in mid-air, hitting his feet together in such a way, to show his excitement and happiness to retrieve a letter. Though a single thought floats inside his mind. Before anything, he examines the letter and to his surprise it is a little heavy. 

 

"Quite a response I assume, though I wonder where he got the time to write such a detailed response..." 

 

Alexander seems to think, as he starts to walk down the street before arriving at an inn. He enters the inn, and simply chucks the letter into the fire place as he orders a drink.

 

"Shame I wont be reading it"

[Heero 4092]

Arch-Mage Crumena receives one of the flyers within the Tree Top Inn as he enjoys a rather delectable brunch with Stewardess Isabella Deathsbane. As the young female Wood Elf retreats to the kitchen to wash the dishes, a mischievous smile spreads across the pale Magi's face. He gathers up Isabella's multiple children. Awarding them all a small, yet rather hefty punch of Mina. Giving them all by one order.

And with that, the infantry of children took to the streets of the Conclave.

"Make remove of Blundermore! Blundermore dirty, dirty black wizard!"
"Blunderless crazy magic slinger!"
they call in unison.

Meanwhile Crumena remains seated within the confines of the Tree Top inn. Laughing hysterically as the poor Druii Isabella is oblivious to her children being employed in the propaganda of the mage-cold war.


...Poor, poor Izzy.