To Combat the Pumpkin Menace

[Gaea_Foundation 625]

[!] A Letter is pinned to the notice board in Nor’asath

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An Executive Edict
From the High Council
Of the Principality of Nor’asath

Issued and confirmed by the Halerir of the Principality of Nor’asath,
in the year of 123 SA

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To the citizens of Nor’asath,

 

            The medical branch of Silan’siol has recently reported an influx of injuries caused by carnivorous fauna throughout the city.  They have been described as restless, voracious, and filled with acid. It is recommended that whilst wandering the city, citizens keep an eye out for moving fauna. Report any suspicious fauna to members of the Silan’siol or Maehr Clergy. In the meantime, while the Silan’siol tackles this infestation, it is advised by the high council that all citizens carry at least a knife on their person at all times.

 

             Additionally, while unconfirmed, allegedly, the carnivorous pumpkins are capable of mind control. Be advised. 

 

Note: Keep Vulyzaana Lavaelyn away from the pumpkins

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Primarch of Nor’Asath Netseth Loa’chil Archon of Stygian Hollow, Prince of the Mali’ker, and Clan Lord of Loa’Chil

Halerir Acria Jusmia, Of Clan Jusmia, Vindicator of the Silan’siol, Maehrnite of the Maehr Clergy

Spoiler

 

[ThatFunkyBunch 2818]

The short ker grips in his hands a sturdy pole hammer. Dread fills him for just a moment, stepping inward into the lightless alleyway. Where vines begin to weave and coil. He laments, for he does not know if the pumpkins will best him, or he, will over come them. 


Muffled screams are heard soon after. 

[ClassyDryad 2368]

A dark elfess, Kasyana of Nor'asath, hides her way in a dark corner of the city. None may know the secret, the hoax that has gone too far. None must know...

[UniBearse 922]

A certain dark elf brother is worried this might become a family phobia

[Creete 497]

The to-be Vulyzaana looked over the notice before a little chuckle left her. The horrors of her past encounters flashed before her rich amethyst eyes as she stared ahead a moment. With a shake of her head, the small maehr would spin on her heels and start off to go fetch her sickle. "Never again," she'd whisper, before humming a pleasant little tune.

[ColonelKuehl1 560]

A small but mighty Zammyrai looks to the missive grasping his sword knowing full well of the dangers of the pumpkin menace he prepared to rid the city of these horrors.