~A Simple Note.~

[MrJoshy 130]

Various notes have been hung up around the Conclave of Malin, seeming to have popped up overnight, their maker unknown, and unseen. They cannot be traced back to one individiual, save anybody that were to recognize the pattern of speech, which is highly unlikely. The writing is smooth and elegant, seeming to be exactly the same on every note.

"As we lurk in the shadows, we stand in the open light. We watch, but do not see. We hear, but do not listen. We smell, but do not sniffle. We wait, we watch, we hear, we listen. We contradict ourselves, but we make sense to those that know us.

There's one question that lies in your young, naive minds that have been brainwashed; Who are we? We reply with one simple question: Does it matter?
 

We are tolerant of all, of the shadows of the night. We go bump, and others jump. We do not fear one race, and worship another. We do not think ourselves above the other races, or that we are as good as anyone else. We see ourselves as equals to all, and alls to equal.

 

Why should you think that you are any better than any other child of our forefathers? We all come from the same place, all the same blood, regardless of differing physical features. The place we all come from? The ground. We all come from dirt, and we understand this. 

You are all young, and do not realize the truth of the matter; everyone is equal. Start acting like it, and get along for once, for races and brethern divided along themselves will not stand, like a house in a storm, a boat in a typhoon.

You will not survive if you keep this hatred up. Act accordingly, and treat others well.

 

Good luck."

Upon completeion of the note, a breeze seems to attract you to the other side of the wall, tree, or object that it has been hung on. That wall holds a drawning that is very detailed, of all the races of the old forefathers of legend, with their arms around one another, or at least the artist's imagining of them. The forefathers hold their arms around one another, smiling widely at a painter whom is not there.

Below the drawing is one, simple sentence.

"We are family."

((I do not want any OOC replies to this. Any jokes, flame, or anything that would upset the nature of the topic are frowned upon, and are not appreciated. Please keep it friendly, and absorb the text with a smile. ICly replies only, please.))


 

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Artimec facepalms.

"**** everything. Jeeves, fetch me your finest noose and direct me to the nearest tree."

[Cyndikate 2303]

Artimec facepalms.

"**** everything. Jeeves, fetch me your finest noose and direct me to the nearest tree."

Anri would gladly go with Art.

[Man of Respect 5471]

Eath facepalms² upon reading the note

"Moar edgeyzz... mi beht dei mayk uzeh ob Katanahz agh truuwen knyvehz... Ur tei du beq fleepz... datz annuyengh...

[ACanadianCraft (Nate) 682]

General Weaver brings his hand up to his chin,
stroking it thoughtfully as he appraises the odd parchment on the barracks door.*
"He brings up a good point...
But alas, we shall not know peace.
At least, not in this age."

*He shrugs, and goes about ordering some Edge-Be-Gone from Oren.*

[Bakerismaxamis 122]

*The figure known as Ausar Tarus stops as he goes to walk past one of the well-written notes. His left hand instantly reaching out to pluck the parchment from the side of the structure. As he brings it closer to his face. His eyes then begin to scan through the lines with ease. After reading through the words, he crumples the note, throwing it to the ground while saying.*

 

"For someone who speaks so. This individual doesn't give a name or a hint of whom they are. Though one tries to sway the minds of others with such ridiculous ideas of peace and equality."

 

*Ausar then lifts his right foot up. Slamming it down onto the crumbled note. Smushing it into the mud before turning to face the drawing that's posted on a nearby tree. He steps near it. Only to reach up and tear it down. Ripping it into several pieces. He then spins on his heels to face the opposite direction to plod off into the unknown as the pieces of the parchment scatter aimlessly to the ground.*

[Demotheus 651]

 

*The figure known as Ausar Tarus stops as he goes to walk past one of the well-written notes. His left hand instantly reaching out to pluck the parchment from the side of the structure. As he brings it closer to his face. His eyes then begin to scan through the lines with ease. After reading through the words, he crumples the note, throwing it to the ground while saying.*

 

"For someone who speaks so. This individual doesn't give a name or a hint of whom they are. Though one tries to sway the minds of others with such ridiculous ideas of peace and equality."

 

*Ausar then lifts his right foot up. Slamming it down onto the crumbled note. Smushing it into the mud before turning to face the drawing that's posted on a nearby tree. He steps near it. Only to reach up and tear it down. Ripping it into several pieces. He then spins on his heels to face the opposite direction to plod off into the unknown as the pieces of the parchment scatter aimlessly to the ground.*

 

Daniella blinks from behind her mask at Ausar. before he leaves, she asks one simple question.

 

"...Who the f*ck are you even talking to!?"

[Bakerismaxamis 122]

Daniella blinks from behind her mask at Ausar. before he leaves, she asks one simple question.

 

"...Who the f*ck are you even talking to!?"

 

*Ausar continues to walk off towards the gate as he says in a heightened voice.*

 

"I speak on my own my own accord. As I'm not speaking to a certain person."

 

*He says to the familiar masked figure. slowly fading farther away towards the gate until finally exiting the Conclave.*

[Samler 1565]

Seth Calith simply shakes his head as he reads the note, his racism makes sure he does not agree with the writer.

[Lawrna 440]

Lelien shakes her head along with Seth as she reads the note.

 

"Silly, huh?"

[Samler 1565]

Seth nods a little. "Very much indeed."

[MrJoshy 130]

The author of the note sits not far at all from Seth and Lelien, taking in a small sigh, just barely audible unless they had trained ears. "You two are still young, you will learn," they whisper, their voice echoing in the air breathlessly around the two of them, before slipping into the shadows, completely unseen, leaving a sense of friendlieness and respet in the air.

[Cyndikate 2303]

She looks at the author, trying to figure out what race he is.

((What race are you? What's your physical appearance?

[MrJoshy 130]

She looks at the author, trying to figure out what race he is.

((What race are you? What's your physical appearance?

The author stands in the shadows, looking out at the... other person, or animal. He stands at roughly six nine, with broad shoulders. His eyes glow a light red, and long white hair flows out of his hood, onto his shoulders, and even down onto his chest. His tone is light and wispy, teasing to the ears that it meets. "Hello."

 

((He's a mixture of an orc and a Mali'aheral. The Mali takes the dominance, giving him the white hair, though he gains the red eyes from the orc. He has the voice from the Mali as well, though he has a slightly underbite that he's getting fixed by a healer, so he looks like a normal Mali.))

 

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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