[Short Auction] Countess For Sale!

[Frigated 66]

Human/Halfling Female Slave for Sale

*You see a poster pinned on a wall in Arethor*

Name

Poppy Leafhelm

Race

Human/Halfling [Mixed]

Age

20

Height

5ft8

Skills

Farming & Cooking

Condition

Healthy, Alive, Well taken care of, Very sweet and will follow commands.

Starting Price

2,000 Minas

*At the bottom you see a space to put your bids on*

[Braxis 813]

*Raises a brow*

"Some Fool tries to sell Oren people as slaves in OREN! We have slaves but they are not our pepole! Guards take this flier and find the poster!"

*A few knights go around the city taking any other fliers down*

[Frigated 66]

*Pins a note in Arethor, The old poster has gone so the auction is off*

[Anore 2015]

*A bloody note hangs where the poster once was*

"If anyone attempts to sell slaves, In our territory. You shall be hunted down, enslaved, or killed.

-Finley & Finley"

[Thorky 74]

*see's the poster, picking it off the wall for a closer look* "Hmmm, what is this?" Thork says.. *Thork suddenly bursts out in hysterics, seeing that it's Poppy* "Hahahahahaha" he roars "P..Poppy finally what was coming.. Nice work you red headed little..."*Thork grits his teeth whilst screwing up the poster and tosses it on the ground* "Have a nice day, *****" he mutters as he walks away.

[simidimi12 (Symo) 70]

*Symodimi takes a look at the bloody note and then mutters to himself*

Hunt them down and enslave them so then can have a taste of their own medicine

*Then walks away whistling an old song from Aegis*

[Hobolympic 1093]

Jordan strolls by the poster. At first, he does not pay attention, but the drawing looks familiar. He then approaches the poster, and his eyes widen as he finish reading.

"WHAT!? This cannot be true! Poppy!? Bah!"

Jordan rummages through his backpack and finds an inkpot, a piece of paper, and a feather. He dips the tip of the feather in the pot and scribbles down something. He then pins the note under the poster. A few people gather around to read the new note that reads:

"Dear Idiot,

Release the Countess, or I shalt stir thee up from thy muddy hole and chop off thy head. I will poke out thy eyes, twist thy nose, choke thee, and throw thee on the fire. Thy skin will boil and be torn apart. I SHALT SKIP ROPE WITH THY ENTRAILS! Release her, and I might just let thee off without a finger or two. Unwise of thou to capture an Oren official, scoundrel! Quit it while the game is good, huh? I will find thee anyway.

- The Right & Honorable Count Jordan Stilwell, and his men."

Jordan mumbles for himself as he continues his stroll. "What a fool..."