Frost Witch Detected

[AlmondTree 418]

Gar'akh draws a deep and heavy breath as she hears the news, preparing herself.

"Shrakh agh hoitat! Ledz hunt dem aul!"

[Ryn Chirr 224]

Ryn nods in agreement with Za. "Seriously... This is one of those times where people's intelligence is called into question... Harbor a frost witch? Yeah right..."

[zaezae 1098]

A woman would comment, but she's currently tied up in a dank dungeon!

[Farryn 860]

Elvira shakes her head, she takes a piece of parchment and she writes a note next to this one.

"To the sir or madam who wrote this. This has to be the worse lie I have ever seen. Why would the clerics, ones who have sworn oath after oath to Tahariae to get rid of these beings, protect a Frost Witch? If we go as much to heal or allow one to live, we will be disconnected, have our very soul ripped in two. Trust me, disconnection is something no clerics want, I had it happen to me once, so we obey Tahariae's duty of ridding these impures. To say that we are protecting one is an insult to us. As for the druids, I trust them and I know they will not protect such thing."

The note remains unsigned but with the initials E.M.

[the 1 bow 1112]

The Rex sits on his throne, waving his hand through the fire staged beside him as he is informed of the Frost Witches. He rises, towering above everyone else in the palace. The sandstone floor thuds with every armoured step he takes, as he makes his way to his personal armoury. There sits, what could possibly be the most fear inducing weapon of all time. 

War Maker

A seven foot broad sword, the blade stained red with blood with carvings in the metal, showing depictions of death. The cross guard reads in crude letters 'Feat the Rhino', the handle is made of the flayed flesh of the cowardly, its pommel is spiked in gold, and four unflayed skulls, a Human, Elf, Dwarf and Whitewash hang from its end. The Rex took War Maker in his hands, flaring his tusks. It was only to be used in times of great crisis, or when Kahn wanted to make an annihilated example of someone. 

 

"Frozt bitchez, hrm. We're komin."

Edited September 19, 2015 by the 1 bow

[Space 2335]

The Rex sits on his throne, waving his hand through the fire staged beside him as he is informed of the Frost Witches. He rises, towering above everyone else in the palace. The sandstone floor thuds with every armoured step he takes, as he makes his way to his personal armoury. There sits, what could possibly be the most fear inducing weapon of all time. 

War Maker

A seven foot broad sword, the blade stained red with blood with carvings in the metal, showing depictions of death. The cross guard reads in crude letters 'Feat the Rhino', the handle is made of the flayed flesh of the cowardly, its pommel is spiked in gold, and four unflayed skulls, a Human, Elf, Dwarf and Whitewash hang from its end. The Rex took War Maker in his hands, flaring his tusks. It was only to be used in times of great crisis, or when Kahn wanted to make an annihilated example of someone. 

 

"Frozt bitchez, hrm. We're komin."

Fydizh'Gorkil glances at the Rex, nodding.

"Latz zwurd juzt ZREAMZ overcompenzation." he says with a grunt, going off to hunt down some evil do'ers.

[Man of Respect 5471]

 Eath'Lur gears up, getting ready to hunt some druids and clerics.

[_mkkk_ 194]

Ciri'lla would leisurely stroll through Laureh'lin with a composed expression until her path gradually stops in the presence of the notice board. Her hand whisks up briskly, snatching the parchment off the wooden structure to remain in her hand for a moment. It then would float delicately to the ground with her heel crumbling it after on the worn stone. Her mind would race as do her lips in a hush tone, her composure broken by the notice:

"Another babbling imbecile, a paladin of sorts maybe. I wouldn't think they lack this much in common sense to display such slander accusing two well known orders. Maybe a rogue party. . .  I talked to Constantine about these ignorant shenanigans of accusations and especially about frost witches; I hope to whatever daemon is reigning over right now that he hasn't done this. A spark has been ignited already; don't spread brush onto it. . ."

[Trenchist 864]

Finishes reading the note, and saying:

"If you won't touch her, she won't touch you, unless there's a bounty on her head, and I'm in."

[Elad™ 560]

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