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[CELIA'NOR NOTICE] THE CULT IN YOUR WALLS

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Bruised from a gracious duel, nicknamed the jaw to jaw, Tiderippa wrapped his fingers around the papyrus that carried the missive. Blood dripped from his beard, a cut wounded open by an uruk with a lack of a jaw.
"Hrmnhm. . ." He rumbled, "Suh it be public now bwoya? Finally, ih is tik ta get dis parteh started! Lets get dis raasklaats!"

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"....... yep should have expected this." 

 

Former Kaethul resident and employee under Yera, Malna/Annika sighs. She sat there in Haense, drinking some tea 

 

"Why can't we all just sit down and be calm?"

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"That is a lot of words!" Buttons said, only being able to understand a handful

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Within the walls of the Cerusil Manor, Castamir's eyes scanned the missive, a yawn leaving them.

 

"Since when was it the Uruk's business what happens within our lands?"

 

Deeming the missive as gibberish, the Parir tore down the missive before throwing it's pieces onto a fireplace.

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The Fallen Lion manifests his mystical shotgun as he prepares to deal with yet another cult.

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8 minutes ago, Zacho said:

THOSE OATHED TO THE CULT-FAMILY SILVERA:
Florian Leroux
Castamir Cerusil
Sarathiel Amenthil
Agnar Kalgan
Galadrian
Arthur Burke
Yera Cerusil
Avelina Kazimira
Vivian Maelstrom

La’io Valkor
Delphini Fenwarin Burke
Asya C. Carmesia

 

 

-   Jiangu’lak

Estevot nearly spit out his tea reading the missive he found. He recognized several of the names, with his grandmother (a literal ghost) being the most notable aside from Florian, Arthur, and Yera. He quickly starts copying the missive to send it to @JesterMilk the Grandmaster. This was big.

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Lilliandriel read the notice. 

This is what she had been preparing for. 

It felt like validation, in a way. All the suffering, all the long nights of her training. She had stood upon the mountain, felt the sparks come to her touch. Their work was progressing, now, and she would have to be ready for the fight to come. 

A whetstone came against the oversized blade in her hand, screeching as it came to refine the blood-stained edge.

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Veralya Wynasul surveyed over the missive, as her finger then stopped over a particular name. "Vivian Maelstorm" she'd murmur, shock in her eyes as she hastily stowed the missive away within her desk.

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From beyond death - far, far at the Veil, one touched by Calamity laughed

and laughed. 

 

Truly, he was cursed. The divine sensation of paracasuality drifted through his mind

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A certain Alchemist read the missive with an impassive face, mulling over the Shaman's words. "Is it such a surprise," she wondered, "that mages are corrupt? Magic makes us lazy. With laziness comes greed. This almost does not bear publishing. Of course there is darkness in that place." She carefully folded the paper away for future use. 

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An Inferi cackles as a ship jostles over waves.

An Elf frowns, recalling his visit back. When he was told the Legion had left only a corner of a street standing.  "I hate vigilantes to begin with. Nothing of credit has been brought to the Diraar, despite my own open movements against darkspawn." Coping to himself, the man sighs. Rubbing at tired eyes. "If these people want to change this city so much, come put in the effort. Become a citizen. Or stay in the south and east."

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A Mali takes a copy of the missive, attaching a letter as she sends it off to an estranged friend, that simply read

I told you so.

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Varys FRICKING GASPED!!! "OH MY GOD???? DARKSPAWN???" :fear:

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