Auction of The Damned: Ar-Malna

[Mestvin 953]

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Missive is scattered all over the Aevos

 

 

Auction of The Damned
Ar-Malna

A sketched depiction of the elf Ar-Malna

 

Greetings!

 

Today i have decided to put on an auction a captivating embodiment of grace and beauty.

Hailing from the human settlement this being surely is important to someone.

If not, then their parts will be used in other auction.

After all, their life and soul might benefit other beings.

Time is ticking my bidders, her tongue will be cut in the next moonlight.

 

Edited January 20, 2025 by Mestvin

[BurberLord123 375]

The Armored One would look over the missive

MIZ HAB BEEN PEEPUN FUR ZUM NEUW ZNAGAZ . . . 

PURHAPZ MIZ GET DIZ AZH, MI GRUK HOZH FUR DEH MINEZ . . .

He would go to put in his bet . . .

[lemonke 6014]

"What a disgrace. Poor acting, no excitement in this scheme! It's as shallow as his beard." A jester commented in a cave, cackling in disappointment to behold the former student that she considered a betrayer put such a terrorist work. She continued to talk to her minions. "I want DRAMA! Flames and battles. This is just so PATHETIC! NO POINT IN ATTACKING these weak PEOPLE!" Then, she dwelled back in the shadows, waiting. It was not her business, and mostly she found this ordeal to attack harmless people or children boring. She wanted a FIGHT. A real ONSLAUGHT!

[Hawkeye_Gough 624]

With no way to contact the writer directly, a bid was written upon a copy of the missive to eventually make its way back.

500 Minas - Zu'e.

 

(Hawkeye_Gough to send mail, if willing to accept)

[sarahbarah 7110]

A plain letter is sent, bearing naught but simple handwriting:
"For the auction of Ar-Malna, I would like to meet and discuss a potential price. Where shall we meet to discuss and negotiate?

-N."

[Mestvin 953]

Blackheart reveled as he finally had worthy warriors to face him, the trap was masterfully set.

[Pegleg_Bob 1111]

Reading over a copy of a missive on his desk , Constantine slowly takes a small drink from his glass. Then a scowl appears as he begins writing a few letters cursing the darkspawns under his breath as he writes. 

[DeadraSlayer 419]

3 minutes ago, Pegleg_Bob said:

Reading over a copy of a missive on his desk , Constantine slowly takes a small drink from his glass. Then a scowl appears as he begins writing a few letters cursing the darkspawns under his breath as he writes. 

Sir Gaspard rubs his eyes " . . .It's loke every 5 minutes - literally loke. . .Malna has to be te least lucky person on te Flat Earth. . .especially when it comes to stuff loke tis, it's past te point of happenstance "