PUBLIC WARNING

[Karina 1882]

A few handwritten missives were painstakingly set near where the author hoped those of Man might bear witness. The handwriting was sloppy, and difficult at times to read. Certainly more akin to the work of a learned peasant, then nobility. 
 

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To the servants of the Inquisition, I send this account so it may be judged. I have seen a creature that should not walk among men. It stands on two legs like a man but bears the muzzle of a goat. Quills rise from its back, and its eyes are black and hollow. One hand is gone, replaced with a metal arm that moves with weight and sound. I felt dread upon seeing it. This was no beast of field or forest. I believe it to be a Devil, or something close to one, and I fear what harm it may bring if left alone.

 

I crossed paths with it in the mines of our most wonderful Capital. The air turned foul before I saw it. Bats filled the tunnels and circled close. I felt dread press in on me from all sides. Shapes moved in the dark that I could not name, and I feared I would be taken then and there. The creature came near and spoke in arcane tongues that made my ears burn, and I believed my end had come. Only when another traveler came down the shaft did the moment break, and I found chance to leave. I swear this account is true as I write it.

 

I have heard it said this creature comes from Reinhard Weiss, a known Ibleesian of Lichtenwald. I hold no learning in such matters, yet I know ill signs when I see them. If this thing was born of foul rite or pact, then it stands against the will of GODAN and threatens His flock. I ask that the Inquisition look into this matter and pass judgment. I post this out of duty and fear for my neighbors. May proper action be taken.

 

If more needs said, my name is Rowan Miller. Send a letter, and I will reply post-haste

 

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[KidKrinkles 2043]

"Can te' mot'er fucker get'a break?" The bowie wondered aloud as he passed a bulletin board.

[ChainedDragons 1374]

"What the fuck? Ea never see anyone in the mines when ea go! Everyone is always asleep-" Bron looks at the handed over missive in confusion. How did they know his father? More of another question: what the fuck did he do to piss them off to make up shit? 

"Honestly, the bats bit makes it unbelievable." The man tossed the missive aside with a shake of his head.

[JediMaestro 240]

Solveig, upon coming across such a notice, starts making gentle enquiries around the Empire as to where she might find concerned citizen Rowan Miller. "I want to assuage his concerns regarding my dear Bron,"" she murmurs, tucking her hair back into her nun's cowl demurely.

 

"Alternatively," she adds brightly, a certain fire glimmering in her eyes, "if he does not listen, I have five presents I should like to deliver to him personally and at as great a speed as possible!"

[Rulf Bypharrk 74]

A random Waldenian who happened to pass by would read this badly written missive.

"Tsch, go be ein Arschloch somewhere else, idiot!"

 

He grunts to himself continuing on with his business after realizing who this post is talking about.