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*A crude sign is nailed down it reads:

 

 

"I seek a "ycnamorcen" teacher, i can provide the "Materials" needed for such and the..."research" needed. I will not be requiring a home as i have one already and whit the recent "turn of events" i will be more then happy to "help you" get into the new world and "Build" you a "home", i wish to remain anonymous due to the "Well loved Nature" of this practice involving "Embalming" and "Grave keeping" if you will, please send a bird to H.D.D i am sure you will be most "Pleased".((OOC: Send a Priv Msg to Howard Duncan/drfate786 if interested.)) 

 

((OOC Note: Ycnamorcen is necromancy backwards, please DO NOT meta-game this info unless you are a necromancy teacher whit a really good intelligence.))

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((It doesn't take someone with really good intelligence to figure out that is Necromancy spelled backwards.))

 

 

((Aye, but your average dummy/soldier wont know.))

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* Glacio Whitewolf walks up to the sign, and sighing at the rather poor attempt to guise his true message. "What is it with fools and magic these days?" he quips to himself, going to poke the sign with his staff before resuming his stroll.

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Fumble stumbles across this poster. Whereas the halfling may be a mechanical and organizationial genius he lacks any common sense. 

"Teh knox dis sayin' ? This man mus'a be a young'un."

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Katari meanders around, eventually stumbling across the sign. He stares at it for a few moments and begins to laugh, doubling over. He finally stops and becomes serious again. "Oh dear... This person isn't joking. This fool is going to get himself killed unless I intervene..." He goes to pick up the sign, but stops halfway. "Too much work..." He walks away, leaving the sign the way it is.

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Arveldir pauses to read the sign, "Yeeknaamorcosen?... Yeknuhmorsocen..? ....Odd.." He shakes his head and wanders off, disregarding the sign. He returns home and as he sits meditating, it dawns on him, "OH!... Huh.." he shrugs and continues disregarding it.

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"I wouldn't want to teach someone who announces to the realm they wish to learn dark magic. This man is acting for a very cruel death; it does not take one with much patience to read the truth behind the matter. It doesn't even attempt to hide."

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A looming, hunched figure cackles quietly to himself as he receives word of this. He gave his head a little shake in disbelief, a faint sigh parting from his lips. He glared towards the human capital from a random hillside in disappointment. He extends his right arm, whistling for a bird before delving his hands into his robes and withdrawing a piece of parchment and hastily scribbling on it before handing it off to a bird. The bird takes flight, seeking out the owner of these posters and releasing the note for him to read.

 

"We shall meet in an Elven day. Another bird will flock to you and lead you to me; I shall unravel your path and reveal unto you power you've never seen before."

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Bori Treebeard watches all the people jeer at someone looking for magic and rolls his eyes. "Figures..."

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The Kirkja Dverga begin their hunt. H.D.D will know what it means to partake in Khorvad's work.

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A looming, hunched figure cackles quietly to himself as he receives word of this. He gave his head a little shake in disbelief, a faint sigh parting from his lips. He glared towards the human capital from a random hillside in disappointment. He extends his right arm, whistling for a bird before delving his hands into his robes and withdrawing a piece of parchment and hastily scribbling on it before handing it off to a bird. The bird takes flight, seeking out the owner of these posters and releasing the note for him to read.

 

"We shall meet in an Elven day. Another bird will flock to you and lead you to me; I shall unravel your path and reveal unto you power you've never seen before."

 

 

*The sinister cultist receives the letter and instantly cackles out of excitement.*

 

"Perfect, and so it begins..."

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Morris looks at the poster, mouthing the words slowly to himself. He looks at the particularly odd word, and calls out to his companions. As they struggle to read it, they try reading it backwards. With a unanimous cry of "HERESY!" they grab their swords and torches for a witch hunt.

 

 

((Aye, but your average dummy/soldier wont know.))

((They can read, you know? It isn't that hard to work out..............))

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Morris looks at the poster, mouthing the words slowly to himself. He looks at the particularly odd word, and calls out to his companions. As they struggle to read it, they try reading it backwards. With a unanimous cry of "HERESY!" they grab their swords and torches for a witch hunt.

 

 

((They can read, you know? It isn't that hard to work out..............))

 

((Aye, but you wont find H.D.D without meta-gaming and getting banned, soooo GOOD LUCK, mwahahahahhahha.))

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