WANTED; Thorim the Necromancer

[Plausifraunz 361]

 

WANTED

Thorim the Necromancer

 

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Issued by

Oberstleutnant Arkel Wulf

In the year of our Lord 2008

 

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The young ward of the Princeps of Ivoria, Julia Finch, has been violently attacked in Jun Lei by a Necromancer under the name of Thorim. She returned home with her fingers missing, traumatized and grief strucken. Such egregious actions against GOD, especially his children, shall not go unnoticed. We thank those who have provided her protection and health in such a dire situation.

Henceforth, Thorim the Necromancer is wanted DEAD, his head to be spiked and mounted and serve as a warning to those who dare attempt harm on innocent children. 

 

This serves as a warning, those who encounter him shall be aware;

• Green eyes
• Dwarf
• Beard
• Old in appearance
• Purple clothing and a golden mask
• Reeks of DEATH
• Will often be seen with other Ghouls and Darkspawn
• Often found near Urguan and Koyo-Kuni

Will harm all he wishes in the name of ‘Khorvad’ and the curses he inflicts cause people to desire flesh. 

He is sadistic and extremely dangerous, do NOT negotiate. KILL ON SIGHT or FLEE

 

100 Mina reward, paid by Ser Arkel Wulf

 

 

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SIGNED,

 

Ser,  Arkel Wulf

Oberstleutnant of the Ivory Company, Knight of the White Elephant, 

 

Her Ladyship, Arya Elizabeth Alstion

Lady of Enswerp, Scribe of the Ivory Company

 

 

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[HeyitsNano 1582]

Rage overtook Atticus Keen that night.

[DISCOLIQUID 2701]

"One hundred minas is an insult, Thorim. Can we kill you & patch you up later? We could turn your corpse in for this pittance, and go drinking."

A demonic creature turns its flaming eyes upon its bag of bones Dwarven friend, who doubtlessly did not agree to such a scheme.

"Think it over,"  Odra murmurs.

 

@Mestvin

 

[confusedjester 813]

The aforementioned young ward of Atticus Keen,  Julia the Finch, sat within the monastery, struggling to write within the margins of her tome. 'Twas hard, with only a thumb left on her right hand, and small, pallid hills where fingers should be.. chewed off, all four digits, right down to the knuckle. Julia huffed in frustration- embarrassed she struggled to do such a simple task as writing... She switched her quill to her left.- the words upon the margins now shaky, fading from GIANT to small... 

 

Eventually, she threw her quill down and quit. 

[King_Kunuk 3022]

"Why can't I get a wanted post issued..." A fellow necromancer asks in envy.

[Tremerus 1188]

Therin, from the Petra, was only a little worried about how similar their names were. Just a little. He'd wipe his hand across his forehead, ridding himself of a bead or two of sweat that had begun to form. "I hope this doesn't cause me any issues..."

[Mestvin 947]

 

Blackheart stands on top of a hill adorned with skulls, his eyes burning with an unsettling intensity as he, while unseen addresses the city. His tone is slow, deliberate, and laced with malice.

 

"Ah, mortals… so eager to protect your precious little ones, so intent on shielding them from the harsh truths of the world. You foolish, pathetic fools."
 

"You think you can keep them safe from the dark, safe from the truth of death, safe from the power of the beyond. But what do you really know of protection? What is safety but a lie you tell yourselves to ease the burden of your own fragile mortality? You think that by sheltering your children from the darkness, you save them. You don’t save them. You make them weak."

"You are empty vessels, ready to be filled. And filling them with lies is no challenge. But once you show them the truth—once you show them that death is not an end, but a beginning—that the dead can be raised, can be commanded... oh, how quickly they listen."

 

"So go ahead, little mortals, continue to believe you can protect them from me. Keep feeding them your lies. For when the time comes, when you see them again, it will be too late. They will look at you with those same eyes, but you will see the truth—no mercy. No love. Only power."

 

"And all you will be, is dust."

[ReverseNebula 373]

Blackheart is flanked, by a Ker of mismatched, intricately knitted limbs from various races - a singular vibrant nebula of an eye blazing amidst the darkness the cowl casted over his face. His hands linger beneath his own robes, a soft cackle ebbing in agreeance with the words spoken from his tutor.

 

"When their cities crumble, and their ilk lay dead - they too will seek our knowledge.

They will fall at our feet, and beg for our power to be graced upon their rotten, decrepit corpses.

They will plead for a mercy we will ne give, and they will suffer as they have tried to make us.

Yet, Khorvad preserves."

 

[Xergarok 811]

Arnîmgrød read the description and repeated some aspects that stood out to him. "Greehn oyes... Dwarf... Beard... Auld... Ah 'ope t'at won't beh ah problem en dah future..." he grunted, looking at his reflection in a small pond...

[Javert 9615]

Prince Thorin Rostova has a mini heart attack when he misreads the title of the missive. He promptly goes back to packing his belongings within the Royal City of Caerfran.