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An Attack On Purity

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A Whisper

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A short crack against oak would ring out throughout Fi'Ceru in the early hours of the morn, iron-rings visible through dust coated windows and moth-devoured curtains. Quiet footsteps and faint clicking heard, only to be silenced by the violent, wild crashing and breaking of pots, chairs, beds and bookshelves. And just as quick as the figure had been spotted, it quickly had vanished into the night, faint rowing coming from the sea that encompassed the island.

 

In the morning, mali'aheral men and women would be left with a shocking sight. Three buildings had been invaded, goods and crafts stolen by expert hands, tables and beds laid out in splinters and torn cloth- a window would be smeared with black ink, leaving an odd splotches of nothingness against pure white. With closer inspection, notes would be found, written hastily but with a somewhat planned tone. Each would carry a message to the owner of the home.

To the Seregons, a note reading 'filthy beast' would be left. For the Orvirs; 'disgusting parasites'. And for the owner of the tavern, a most enlightening statement would be left under the broken bookshelf- 'cannibal freak'. Someone, somewhere seemed to have thought through the attacks carefully and with delicate malice, not being spotted by a single breathing soul. And yet, without being seen, had laid clues for each family to quarrel over. Why had this person attacked them? Why were they a target? What could this fiend even know possible know?

A whisper would echo through Fi'Ceru-

"Enough."

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Garsto the Adunian would walk out of his home In Fi'Ceru, he would frown at the attacks etc and would then go about his life, but this attack would worry him. 

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"Even I could rob a place, nothing special about this. The ravings of a madman." Riondil would shake his head as he tears down a note.

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Wud raises his beefy, girth-y, sexy, chiselled, gigantic arms, "Fi'ZerU. . .zkAhHuuL. YuB, yUB." 

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Clover would take the note inside her home staring at it furiously before mumbling "When i find this thing.. it will pay." with that she would go to fix the house and restock the missing items.

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Yden enters the city hearing chatter of robberies among the city, he spots Clover and moves swiftly after her with a worried expression on his face, he takes caution in his step, he knows the criminal could be watching even now. He enters the open door, it hangs on its hinges loosely. He approaches Clover, she is organising the shelves "What is this all about?" he stares deeply into her eyes, he waits a moment and is left without a reply. Yden views the note placed upon the worn oak table and takes it firmly in his grip, adjusting his glasses to the light entering through the shattered window. He begins to read the note to himself in a hushed and monotone whisper "'disgusting parasites'" He immediately throws the note down on the ground with a growing look of anger on his face and risks a glance at his wife still organising the now ruined shelves. Moments later he storms out of the house with intension in his strides, snatching an object from the counter and placing it deep within his robe. Giving one last glance back at the beaten contents of the room he turns back around and shuts the door with a loud 'BANG!'.

 

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

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