This has to stop.

[wealthypiano 394]

Mathus Oftsea frowns, back at Krak du Rhoswen, seeing there are only four elven heads piked, turning to Jason Clamedeus and Mordin Raloch standing behind him, nodding to them.

"We need more heads, about a dozen dead elves would please me, the Chivays, and the emperor. We can now be more open of our mass killing as well. Now, men, both of you were at the tree, and know how lucky the filthy heathens are we din't burn their damn ugly tree. Off, I wish for you to inform the men to be less lenient on all elves you see."

The two men nod at him, marching back into the keep, posting several notes, informing the men, sharpening their weapons, and preparing their armor

[Guest Grey]

((I think with the attitude of Orenians, a war wouldn't be so bad...))

[ACanadianCraft (Nate) 682]

*Jullius strolls by the message board, sniffling a bit. He turns his head to face it as he has done many times before. He scans the board for any interesting articles, his gaze finally falling upon a note pertaining to his order. Jullius' eyes rove over the parchment for some time, blinking occasionally. When he had finally reached the end of the collection of notices and responses he laughs light heartedly. Jullius takes what seems to be the main notices in his hands and removes it from the board. He raises it to his face and blows his nose into it. The note now peppered with boogers and slightly crumpled, he places it back were he had found it.

"Just what I needed. Silly Dark Elves."

[Guest Grey]

((and, btw, you can't see that I'am a dark elf, as it isn't in the note, nor seeable on my char, because he waers a hood and mask))

[wealthypiano 394]

((and, btw, you can't see that I'am a dark elf, as it isn't in the note, nor seeable on my char, because he waers a hood and mask))

((http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/74863-dark-elf-looking-for-work/page__p__614721#entry614721 "Probably a White Rose" While he may be guilty, you are as well.))

[Peter Chivay 2494]

A small halfling sprints to Peter's side, hopping on on this throne's arms. He happily bobs up and down, he seems to be wanting to convey a message.

"Mister-sir! I bring news!" The excited halfling states with a smile. He continues his actions.

The Knight Commander now glances at the small man, "Ov'course 'alfin', speak yer' piece." His large beard having remnants of ale in its wake. He curiously looks at the piece of parchment in the Halfling's hand. Squinting his eyes as it comes into his vision.

"This! This!" The halfling says before finally giving the note to the Commander. "C'pied it meself!"

Peter quickly scans over the note, a stout laughing bellowing from his vocal cords. "Bahaha! I didn't even know Darkies cawld write!" He lifts his large figure, moving off toward the gate of Krak. Looking into the keep's grounds now, Peter laughs yet again, his eyes fixed on the three Dark Elven corpses swinging from his gallows. Stroking his beard, "Hm... I fink' I got an idea." Peter says with a depraved tone, crumpling the copied parchment within his gauntlet and turning back into the keep.

[[ We assume it is a Dark Elf, regardless of the situation. We are aware of our own prejudices. ]]

[Stevie 1598]

Strolling along on a calm walk, Thomas passes by a northern village of Oren, coming across a particular note. Upon closer inspection, he tears the note down, staring to it for a good few moments. It was Adeon who came to break his concentration, and the Baron now looked to him with a grave stare, extending the note to him.

"Wossis?"

Adeon received it and skimmed it over, eyes widening as his hand began to shake, the paper ruffling slightly. With a slow turn of his gaze to Thomas, they both met in a wide-eyed stare...

"BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!"

"RISE UP AGAINST THE WHITE RO-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

The two guffawed benevolently, lurching over and slapping each other on the body, overcome by the note's text. It didn't take long for the note to pass around the rest of the Rose escort; his bodyguards and Rose soldiers were now tearing in hilarity as they finally ripped it in two, throwing the note into the breeze.

[Temp 2006]

Clanking along in his armor for patrol, Temp heads to the messhall. Stopping at one of the several postings in Krak, regarding elf treatment. For a brief moment, Temp simply stares, eyebrow raised. He pats at his armor lightly, and unsheathes his longsword, somewhat satisfied he turns, and continues on toward the messhall, sheathing his sword. "Seems I'll need to bring extra cloth. Keep the filth off me boots.."

[Raptorious 1899]

James Gaerhart walks up to Thomas, seeign the two laughing their arses off. He cant help but laugh himself and looks over his shoulder to see what they're laughing it.

Once he has finished reading it he bursts into laughter, leaning on his knees and trying to catch his breath.

Calms himself and looks up to Thomas.

"Well looks loike its elf season sir."

(())

[Kaun 102]

Kaun notices the note on the temple wall and writes a note below it

"The White Roses might seem kind and helpful to those in Oren, but to the Elves they are a dark figure holding a knife to their throat. I and others are already doing things to stop them from their racist acts and many others that they have done."

*A old saying is written below*

"They began the fight, and so shall we end it!"

*The note is unsigned and written in a different hand skill than Kaun would normally use*

[Braxis 813]

Uthor rides to Riven after aiding the people who where raided an elven day ago. And reitiring for the day from his duties on his way home to his town, people and wife. He enters the stables, dismounting his horse making his way to the Keep. He descends into his Armory taking off his plate and mail. Storing it behind his seat in its display in his Study. He sits down taking his blade setting it off to the side begging to write some letters and responses to various things. He hears a knock on the door Uthor sighs

"Come in"

Squire Tyrus walks into the private chambers holding a copy of the orginal poster speaking to Uthor

"Grand Ser, a Travellers showed this to me and I think it will be best for you to see."

Uthor Nods to his squire "Bring it here" he receives the letter reading it bursting out laughing "BAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAA! By the Light Tyrus this be funny, this does not seem to be the Elven miltiary nor its council, so need not to fret, tis just rowdy bunch of elfs who want to attack the rose due to thier attitudes to the Elfs, Even though daily elfs go to oren and mock our race and Religion, Hypocriy every where eh?"

Squire Tyrus nods to him "Aye Grand Ser"

Uthor nods once again to the Squire "Send word to the Knight Commander of the Rose, stating if any attack them they are more then free to attack back, and if any Malinor Officals commit the attack, send me word and I will attempt to talk to thier council on it. But they NOT to go to any Malinor lands, but eh that was the Roses' first visit to Malinor the other night, why would they go there anyways?"

Uthor chuckles as he continues to write and dismiss Squire Tyrus

[Lego XBOX 915]

Knowing that the G means Gavin, Ishabellya takes a large pot of blood where she dips her hand in full and makes a hand print on the post. She stands there glaring at the bloody hand print on the paper note then huffs and walks away, her hand blood drenched.

---

Goroth strolls by another note and looks over it. "They can't touch us in Malinor, if we stay in our lovely nation, they won't do anything to us..." Pulling out a quill he writes upon the note 'Go home little Gavin.'

[Guest Grey]

Grey slowly rips off both of the klarens' post, and throws them in the water near the docks, strolling away

[wealthypiano 394]

Mathus looked down to the little halfling, the halfling jumping with excitement

"Mis'er! Mis'er! More! More! Mis'er!"

Mathus, nodded, taking the copied note, now learning the elf's name, walking off to prepare the men.

[Aerinyes 402]

It is not a simple group or even a single nation that is a threat to our kind. But it is the whole of Humanity. Humanity is the reason why the lands in the west are in disarray, humanity is the reason behind much of the grief and sorrow you all see today.

They crusade across the lands citing verses to a false god. They murder and they plunder all that is not like themselves. They are intolerant, volatile and harbor outright monsters such as the orcs, the White Roses, and the Syndicate.

Let it be known that the humans of the Empire will no longer find safety or respite within the borders of the Holy Princedom. They will only find despair and ultimately death. And know that the Mali do not distinguish between serf, gentry, noble, or emperor in these proceedings.

I advise all Sentinels to escort all humans not associated with the Holy Princedom to be escorted out. Those that resist be met with unceremonious death in accordance to our laws.

These recent acts of brutality will not go unanswered.