An Outlaw Around!

[Aren Whitestorm 65]

*Notes are being stuck up on notice boards of all major cities of Oren by Pages and Squires of Knights. You approach one, and you read writing written in black ink, on a weathered, greyish paper.*

Citizens of Oren, beware!

A dangerous outlaw is wandering cities and streets of our fruitful Empire.

Thork Halblood, a dark elf male of unusual darker looks, revealing signs of madness and of brutal manner, former assassin and Master Of Arms of Silverblade Bannermen, roams the Oren Empire. Wearing black and red robe, which some might recognise as a robe of Dark Brotherhood, althoughhe might change his look for escape.

Thork Halfblood is wanted for brutality of his ways, offending high officials of Oren Empire, and multiple murders, mainly commited in town of Glenwood. He is to be punished a dead sentence by execution.

If seen, either capture him, or alert the nearest armed group, be it Rangers, Bannermen or Knights.

It is advised to be careful, as he is extremely dangerous and can pose a threat to anyone.

May he be brought into face of justice.

God Wills It.

By order of Knights Chevaliers and Order Of The Red Dragon

Signed

Knights Commander Ser Aren Whitestorm

((I apologise if it's bad written or blunt, I'm not used to making such posts.))

[Nworb Mas 85]

((Would just like to add, it is Halblood, not Halfblood))

[Aren Whitestorm 65]

((Gah, grammar mistake, fixed).)

[Hobolympic 1093]

Jordan notices all the notes piling up.

"Thork's crimes against Glenwood, and seemingly the whole of Oren, shalt be enforced.

[Thorky 74]

(( Say it with me.. HAL BLOOD ))

[Thorky 74]

*reads the note, chuckling to himself*

After all I did for that bloody fool. He shall die, if not by my hand, by my brothers. Sleep with an eye open and a dagger close to yer bed, Aren. What you have done is a betrayal to me, a friend. You are more scum that myself as I never betray a true friend unless I am given good reason to turn my back on them. I hope you burn in the eternal fires of the nether, fool. Enjoy what little life you have left, Aren Whitestorm.. Perhaps, one day you shall know my pain and understand why I do these things.. IF you live that long enough. Note to self, shave off that pathetic beard of his.

*walks off, chuckling to himself*

[Aren Whitestorm 65]

((What did you exactly do for me? :P))

[Thorky 74]

((I've done lots for you, always had your back. I've helped you in many a situation. This was a betrayal of friendship.. </3))

[Braxis 813]

*Uthor looks at the note and sighs then walks back to his forge and mumbles*

"If braxis ever comes fawking back he will be pissed as fawk and probly rip thork a new one..."

[Aren Whitestorm 65]

((I've done lots for you, always had your back. I've helped you in many a situation. This was a betrayal of friendship.. </3))

((No no no no, it was the other way around. I had your back, even when you were angry or trie to kill me. I solved many of your mental problems. You owe me. No more BFF for you. </3))

[Thorky 74]

(( Yeah, you helped me.. But I always had your back too.. I made sure you got jobs ect. But, if your going to be like that fine, we will go our separate ways. See you in your nightmares~))

[Aren Whitestorm 65]

((Let's end this dispute and part our ways. XI))

[Thorky 74]

((Hell No.))

[Althos Silverblade 42]

*Althos stands next to Uthor staring at the note in disgust*

"Aye Uncle, even I'm pissed - I'll be clearing out his things from the fort that's for sure... Fawking traitors...

*As Uthor walks back to the forge he strides out the city gate and quickly saddles a horse at the stable to ride to the County of Middlester*

[Peter Chivay 2494]

Captain Peter reads the note, lightly placing his hands under his thick stubble.

"So... Thork finally did somethin' that Braxis can't save him from, eh?"

Peter releases his hands from under his chin, shaking his head. "God have mercy." He states, before clanking away.