Beware The Black Tree

[Zarsies 6795]

A nun's eyes widen a bit as she croaks lowly, "Why would anyone ever want to do that?"

[Fireheart 2777]

Franz thinks in his head as he departs "Spo0o0o0oky.." he chuckles before setting out, for home.

[Pureimp10 5691]

Ronald trembles in his boots!

 

"Oh no!!"

[Heff 2460]

"I hardly trust anything or anyone black, so I'll heed your advice." Says the dark elf, scoffing before wandering back home.

"You are black" says an observant halfling

[HardstyleRaver2 56]

"You are black" says an observant halfling

"Your eyes must be failing you! He's clearly gray, and his skin is lighter than coal," says an armored dark elf, while he face palms.

[Torch444 0]

"Oh my! I really hope that the evil is not returning back." Torchell exclaims worried, "This tree..."

[Sujamma Addict 514]

Arlen clutches tightly onto the scroll, crumpling its dull edges. He makes his way into a nearby tavern and falls to his knees, "The dark lord is here." he says.

[GodEmperorFlam 3447]

Richard de Norfolk clutches onto the Lorraine cross he carries at the end of a necklace upon reading this.

 

"Creator guide my blade... more unholy beings to smite."

[Alakabam 582]

(( This is racist, I hang out with a lot of black trees and they aren't all dangerous or out to start ****. Why can't it be a white tree? #cut3racims ))

Fredrick smiles begrudgingly as he hears the news.

[Farryn 860]

Elvira tilts her head at the pamphlet, a deep frown locked on her lips. "Black tree? Dark clothing? Evil words? Looks like trouble is brewing up again..." she sighs and would then scrunch the pamphlet up into a little ball.

"And here I thought we had enough troubles already.."

The Pyro Alchemist would then proceed to burn the pamphlet with her magic, leaving behind the ashes as she walks away.

[MatrixNeo585 10]

Ingolfer sits there contemplating the words on the pamphlet "Well, seems there's more things to look out for isn't there...  Dark clothing, evil words..." He'd make his way back to Siegard his sword clinking against his armor as he whistles a tune to himself saying to himself "Though should the time arise I'm ready to defend those I hold dear to me.." 

[ℤ∃ʁ∅ 823]

Ramza looks to the note, sighing deeply as he looks to the father grove in front of his home. "This is going to be a drag..." he bites his lip as he goes back to prepare something.

[Lyuin 65]

Holding the tattered parchment between forefinger and thumb, Lyuin skims over the words, his expression curling into distaste as he regards the messsage. "Lovely, yet another force we'll combat only to have the masses complain months later when we're shown to be lacking in compassion for the 'forces of evil.' At least Oren are consistent with their Tahariae-based hatred."

He pauses for a moment, glancing around before a grim smile splits his features. "Still, no matter how many time 'evil' is smote, they continue to favour the black robes and hoods. Makes spotting them a lot easier...though I must question their obsession with the colour if I see them again."

[Arkelos 1027]

The Caves in which the Dread Lord Scylla slumbered were quiet, her dormant state protected as she rested well. For no reason known other to herself she rested, she waited and took her time, but it was no longer a spiked horror, the Dread Lord was now built for a fight. Nearly five years passed between her short lived reign and her dormancy, it knew that something big was going to happen. 

 

The Scribe, a slender female slowly went down towards the caves, making her way down towards the chamber in which the Dread Lord slept. Raising her hands toward the Dread Lord as it began moving, metal on metal screeching loudly from the many sockets of its armor as the structure itself rumbled in the Lord's attempts to move from the shaped hole it made. The Scribe only taking a few steps back as she waited patiently

 

Up above, where the new Dread Lord, Greymane ruled, The Structure that was built shook plenty with the Lord's awakening, soon they would be visited, and soon would the Realm of Athera know of the Lords new intentions with the news given to it by the scribe.

 

For even evil has standards.

[Wrynn 1349]

Poe looks upto the poster as his rugged vision stares towards it's parchment.

 

Poe begins to whisper to himself softly.

 

"Evil does not exist."

"It is simply the opposite of the creation."

"Masters of the mind."

"For the creation can lack, and a lack of something is nothing."

"Evil does not exist."

 

He slowly whispers the words and departs to the echoed silence that he had derived from before.