LUMBRIDGE BANISHMENT: Watanabe Ayako

[christman 2307]

 

Banishments of Lumbridge

5th of Deep Cold, Year 143 of the Second Age

 

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"In this moment, I am euphoric. Not because of any phony god's blessing. But because I am enlightened by my intelligence."

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Henceforth,
 

Those who commit grievous acts and break the law of Ember will be known as Traitors; exiled. We are not a people of forgiveness, they will be given no trial. To re-enter is a Heinous Crime, of unforgivable severity. 

 

Watanabe Ayako (known also as Abendevek), is to be seen eternally as a traitor.

A shapeshifter prone to undeath. Every person must be on their highest guard. She is known to take the forms of; 

1. An Oyashiman of black hair, bearing a scar across her eye. Often dressed in black and blue;

2. A ghoul-like creature of yellow eyes and white-hair. Often acting unpredictable and bizarre;

3. A dark elf of deep black skin and red eyes;

4. A bipedal bird, a clear costume worn. 

 

HEAR! She will be stripped of her title; The Herald of Strife, which might never be claimed again by her person. She will be stripped of her gifts, and she will be stripped of her memories. 

 

Signed, Gravelord Melandrach

The Council of Heralds,

 

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We are born by the Dark	Made Men by the Dark;	Undone by the Dark;
We fear the Old Dark.

 

[Reckless Banzai Screamer 11638]

"WHAT THE ****!" A malding shugo kicks his bento box over as the greater complexity came to his people's war against the kegare. "BUT WHAT ABOUT THE OTHER ONE???"

[Phersades 1165]

A pale white elf read over the missive as he placed a kettle of tea on the stove to warm. (It was not his stove, or his kettle... he had also forgotten the bag of tea) He blinked once or twice as he finished the notice of banishment. "God Damn!" was all he managed to say through a laugh.

A particular young woman of royal blood also read through the missive. As she finished reading the paper over, she'd hand it to her father as she murmured the words "God damn..." in a worried tone.

Lastly, a certain dark elven woman read through the missive as it was delivered to her in Nor'asath. Her face scrunched as she read through the tail end of the paper "God ******* dammit..." She hissed, shoving the paper in her husband's direction. 

[Toddbringer 124]

A large greying fellow peers over the missive for a moment before shrugging, tossing it away with an idle grumble. "Trouble, trouble trouble. As alwayz."