Let The Blood Run Dry

[Wrynn 1349]

Upon wandering through the streets you notice a peculiar poster strung from a tree.

The poster, ripped and torn lays covered with blood, words strung from the liquid.

Trying to make out the bold and bloodied letters you get closer to the poster and read;

 

To all whom this may concern;

I wish to learn what necromancy is

However I need a teacher,

my blood scrawls this parchment

If you wish to teach me this art

find me.

 

You read these blood sullied words scratched upon the parchment laying between the trees.

Work quick to find what you think of this.

 

The poster lays unmarked, yet the blood of the scribe lays dormant and stirring.

[Lita 677]

Silvia's brow furrows as she reads the message upon the tree, pursing her lips,

 

"With the dangers leaving one's blood around brings, one would imagine this inquisitive person would be more careful. Especially when asking for such a terrible power..."

[Booklight12 481]

Beranabus peers over to Silvia and shrugs his long elven shoulders as he listens to her murmur to herself

 

"T'is not entirely a bad art persay dear, t'is but what some choose to preform with such abilities that is bad. I am simply curious why the man writing this would go out of his way to hurt himself and write in blood, and wish to learn such an art knowing the stigma over it. Even still though, t'is nothing wrong with being curious, let us but hope it doesn't turn out poorly for this writer."

[Mephistophelian 977]

Lorien saunters past the note, his breezy, turquoise eyes flitting over the words with not even a second glance.

 

"One might find themselves remembering the fool seeking a 'ycnamorcen' teacher when they read through this excuse for a poster."

 

He sneers, lips curling up to reveal a row of disapproving teeth.

[Dohvi 622]

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