Missing Friend

[Mestvin 947]

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A single sheet of paper would be posted around the realm

with a peculiar draft of a face drawn with charcoal

 

(Art by iv3ry)

 

Missing

Ar-Malna

An elf, orphanage caretaker from Hanseti-Ruska is missing.

Last seen in the capital, possible traces of dark corruption.
If found - must be brought to the local gallows tree on the way to the capital

Reward: One hundred mina

                   

 

                                                                                                                                                                 Hunter Heinrich Kemmler

 

Edited November 23, 2024 by Mestvin

[KillerMaid 636]

Malna-Annika stood there, shaking as she read through the missing poster. Her eyes were wide.  She was in a safe house of sorts, trying to keep herself away from a certain necromancer that kept paying her visits.

 

"No.... no no no no." she gripped the poster in her hand, rushing to a friend

[Cheese 8883]

"No one seeking a friend requests them to be brought to the gallows..." Juniper hissed to herself, penning a frantic letter and beginning the race to find Malna first.

[ChillDemonLad 170]

Ross froze upon having the missing poster read to them. How could it be so? 

It was not possible.

They would find Malna before the others did, and they would talk to her. Figure out what was going on. They could not risk her life.

[sapphic_spidy 1089]

"No official seal... nothing to verify this..."

Something is wrong with this. 

Something is very, very wrong with this. 

Extremely, incredibly wrong.

 

Arabella examines the paper, three, four times over.

Every time it seems more wrong. Out of place, incorrect.

 

Malna isn't in trouble, she's in danger.

 

No one with real authority would demand someone be taken to the gallows for possible corruption.

Surely anyone can recognize that.

[Morigung-oog 5697]

A former Barrowlord sharpened their scythe... They eyed the poster suspiciously. 

 

"The veil of benevolence this author wears, we surmise, is quite thin.."

[Celestial_Bleh 224]

A certain 'ker was enjoy his time sifting through posters and missives, taking from them any delectable bits of gossip. But one in particular catches his attention and holds it there. The paper crinkles beneath his grip as he scowls. 

"Who the **** is Heinrick Kemmler?" 

[confusedjester 813]

Anneliese Vourkehardt stared down at the poster in a squint. "..Wh.." She itched the side of her dented cranium. "..Who even is this guy?" The corners of her mouth dipped into a deep frown as her mind wandered of the many things that it could be, or where her dear friend may have gone... 

Edited November 24, 2024 by confusedjester

[lemonke 6014]

A certain masked Jester is quite amused and joins the others. "WHO IN THE HELLS IS HEINRICK KEMMLER?" contented, the masked jester dances away to look for more people to bother. 

[Turbo_Dog 3567]

The pale beast baker reads on with interest as it then sets off to where it was earlier  “Absolute nonsense. I saw her earlier today. Surely I can simply fix this.” 

[WizardWhisper 385]

Esvani tilted her head one way and then the other reading over the missive. It was difficult to read with a mask, near impossible even! With a huff she pulled it off and set it to the side, swaying her legs back and forth as she sat upon some wooden ledge. A grin stretched across her face as she read. "Love, just what have'ya gotten into now?" A chuckle erupted from the woman, kicking her legs faster in speed similar to a giddy child. All of a sudden she flops to the side, laying flat atop the ledge with one leg bent and the other still swaying in the air. High the missive is lofted above her, her thumb drawing along the edge of the woman's sketched face with a sigh. "You bet I'm goin' to come for'ya one way or another."

[GMRO 6186]

The marshal of the kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska looked the missive over with a certain level of interest. It would have to be investigated. He then sent the poster off to Willam Cardan, writing INVESTIGATE FURTHER. 

[Frostdrop1 1843]

As Reinhard peered on the missive, his lizardly gaze widened and his pupils thinned. Slowly did he lower the missive, muttering in quiet concern under his breath.