Declaration Of Hunt And Extermination.

[Temp 2006]

The following is distributed about the capital and pinned to notice boards about the capital.

 

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On this day, 17th of the Deep Cold, 1457,

one, 'Pius II,' is to be recognized as monster.

 

Under "Laws of The Imperium Tertius"  Subsection Four, Article Six, Pius II's actions are deemed incredibly abnormal and extremely violating of what's to be expected of a 'man' once in the position of High Pontiff.

 

For further understanding of what has been done, read the following article.

Pinned Note

 

As such, the man is to be hunted and collected within the standard procedure of Humanoid monsters.

 

Collection of the head and burning of the carcass.

 

For matters of reward, report to Temp Thersist preferably with the intact head of the man.

 

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Notes for collectors:

Likely traveling alongside various others willing to defend and attack for this figure.

Will likely resist, even non-lethal attempts.

 

Expect target to be heavily armored.

 

Typical weaknesses present in all men. Poisons, bleeding and etc.

 

Remove at the mid-section of the neck and avoid damages to the face.

[Swgrclan 2682]

"The hunt begins." Speaks the Hound, whom reads a worn copy of the notice within the capital of Kaldonia.

[Proddy 2415]

Tormo grins, eyes scanning over the parchment. He taps his chin, nodding to himself slightly.

 

"I never liked the church anyway..." he mutters to himself, looking about. He rips off one of the notices, pocketing it for reference.

[D A N N Y 966]

The short-lived creaking of timber against stone is quickly overwhelmed by the conversing of the Oren settlers: The never-ending advertising from the vast district of markets; a voice in particular hindered Bronn Grandaxe's thoughts, the screeching of an aged widow auctioning her deceased life companion's blade, "Why could she not of perished sooner, perhaps in place of her husband?", he'd question himself: as the weight of the handcart containing his weekly groceries slowly became a burden.

 

The sharp, nonstop spasms within his triceps eventually gave in to the discouraging thoughts of unwinding his stress: Bronn would stoop low in a moderate manner to establish balance using his body's core, doing so he'd reside the handcart's steer upon the curb of the road. He'd elevate his physique into it's upright position, fully extending his arms forth prior to bending back as an attempt to loosen his aches and cramps; he'd release a brief wince as he'd scan his rum-brown eyes over the noticeboard.

 

Overseeing the bounty content filled on a worn sheet of parchment he'd clamber up unto the ligneous handcart as a makeshift footstool; tearing at the bounty before stuffing it into his satchel. Having to finished resting up, the dwarf would continue his travelling, heading back towards the Kingdom of Urguan, Kal’Arkon by foot.

 

[Imam Faiz Kharadeen 3167]

 "What? What madness is this, to put a bounty upon a man of the creator? They can not prove that of which they accuse him of, so they place a hit upon him instead? Absolutely disgusting." says man with hood.

[HappyShackles 886]

"Gross misconduct. This man of the Church, a holy man, declared by a mundane authority to be a monster."

 

Marcellus sighs, not intending to aid in any such hunt.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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