A Note On The Monk Camp's Notice Board...

[Stephensj 327]

A note in a large black font, written in a cursive way is stained upon the monk’s notice board. It is written gruffly, quickly -- Though the penmanship is admirable. You glance upon it, a phrase catching your eye..

“Long has Oren been our ruling nation, long has our virtuous lord Godfrey reigned over the people of Asulon.. But how long! years, decades, almost seventy! Does this remind you of a certain woman.. Dawn Perea. Queen of Solace.. The witch. Godfrey is most likely of the same breed, he has lived far beyond the age of a normal human man, he has been intent on conquering all! His motives are akin to that of the undead, in their prime.. Conquest. World conquest.

What is our lord Godfrey? I do not know, but we have all seen his decree’s, the death of dark elves, the white rose’s, the tueton’s! Too long, too long has this man terrorized Asulon.. If we can call him a man! People follow him blindly, as though he is a god.. For all we know, this man is a warlock; Just as Dawn was! And as with Dawn, we must rise up, as the people of Asulon, of Aegis, of all things good! He must be stopped..!

Follow us, fellow Aesigan.. Fellow Asulonian. Follow us into this battle, whether we are elf, orc, or human.. You shall be treated fairly.. Our name is quite simple, and a mockery to those who oppose us.

The Dark Valerians. “

The note ends with a fairly odd symbol placed below.. It is deeply faded.

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[Braxis 813]

*Blinks reading the letter as he walks by the board*

"Godfrey has been ruleing since he was a young teen. He be not over the age of fifty yet! the Empire itself is not even this old!"

*Rubs his chin reading the name*

"This name was heard before, Squire write it down and see if we can connect it to those vigilianties who have posioned our waters, attacked our people and burned down a few buildin's"

*He rips the notice down handing it to Squire Tyrus. And makes note of the symbol.*

[Stephensj 327]

As the note is ripped down a large hooded figure simply walks up, pinning up another one. It is hard to follow him due to him swiftly walking off into the night as he pins it up.

[Aelu / Rel (Combustionary) 1540]

Relgard walks by the note, reading it. He mutters out loud. "Ha... Fools..." to himself.

But on the inside, his opinion is much different.

[Will (TauFirewarrior) 2466]

* The Lord High Sheriff Kais Ishikawa has notices put up in the Monks Camp

"To the people of Oren and those of Asulon."

"His Imperial Majesty Godfrey the first of his name is not a witch as many people have claimed. He is not even out of his fourties and is of the Adunian race. Therefor if you are wondering why he lives long it is because he is blessed with the blood of the Adunians and not practicing in the dark arts of magic. Continue living in our lands for we supply everyone, we give out free food and do not mistreat our great citizens so long as they remain loyal to our Emperor. Long live the Emperor! Long live the Empire!"

[Sultan 3953]

Godfrey muses at the paper that he was handed sitting in the small tower house he had built with the help of his sons. He looks towards his two grandsons, Augusts and Adrian ''Booo! I am a witch!'' he says chuckling they look at him with innocent eyes ''Gwaand fathaah'' August says as he runs up to Godfrey and hugs his leg, Godfrey chuckles as he looks towards his sons Horen and Henry, Grand Knight Uthor sitting beside them ''Apparently I am a witch now? I am only forty eight'' he chuckles ''Although his mark in the end indeed is bizarre the funny part in the paper is that it mentions Dawn, Dawn lived for more than five hundred years though'', as he folds the paper and puts it on the desk, he opens his arms and holds both his grand children sitting them on his lap as he starts telling them a story.

[Goldd 126]

[[That moment when Godfrey reminds you of the Godfather.]]

[wealthypiano 394]

Arjen de Sarkozy leans on the pew before him, his hands clasped together, in a mumbling prayer on the pew before him, back within the White Rose village, set in prayer in the church.

Jalsem, the wanderer, or so the man seemed, burst through the doors of the church, clasping a piece of parchment. Arjen looks up, unfolding his hands, putting his hand out, grasping the paper, ripping it from Jalsem's hands as he stutters, Jalsem, taken by surprise by the note, not having expected to hear such great resistance upon Oren whilst he joined the Rose. The parchment, having been a copied form of the note posted notice, also brought some surprise to Arjen. Arjen rose from the pew he was, his armor clambering together.

Jalsem, being his quiet self, simply nodded as Arjen stood. Arjen continued his glared down at the note, a smile forming as he reached the second paragraph, making his way to the doorway, pausing for a second, finishing the note. Arjen folds it up quickly, handing it over to Jalsem. Arjen slammed his helmet on, taking his pollaxe from where it was leaning, stomping the end into the ground, nodding to Jalsem, waving his hand, motioning him to follow.

Arjen began making his way up the steps to the fort besides Jalsem, raising his head up a bit, now speaking.

"Dew yew know why, et es such fools choose tew speak ill of us, Jalsem?"

"I, quite frankly, have no idea sir, and can only wish to know."

Arjen stopped, holding a hand to Jalsem, abruptly motioning him to stop.

"Den I will tell yew."

They started walking once again, Arjen forming a smile as he walked.

"Dey dew not understand de wrath of de creator. Dey dew not know, dat only de ones who ask for bad treatment are given such."

Arjen spins around, waving his hand down to Tanith, currently gathering food to wheat fields, then waving the hand again, this time to Ventraux, holding a piece of parchment as he glanced over the ship currently being built within the drydock.

"Dew yew dink dat we would allow dese dark elves here if we are such horrible people? Hmm? Ef we kill all dese dark elves with no backing tew such? No, dere are dark elves who feel de need tew rest upon our lands, but reject our almighty god. Dese tew dark elves are prime examples of showing de qualities tew be proper Orenian citizens. Dey pray tew our creator, dey support our almighty military, and dey provide a positive influence upon our great empire."

They continue to walk for a bit, almost reaching the top before one of them speaks again, this time, Jalsem speaks up, bringing a question.

"What of the accusations of being a witch, sir? Our great emperor, a warlock, a witch?"

Arjen smirks from behind his iron greathelm, shaking his head a bit.

"Dew yew really dink we'd let our emperor, Godfrey, de man chosen by de creator himself as fit tew rule be such a heretical figure?"

"I-I"

"Et was a rhetoric, Jalsem. Quite clearly de answer es no. Not even de most foolish of nobles would be heretical, or so I'd like tew dink. But dat does not matter, what does es dat yew understand de threat dese people bring es. Dat answer, es none. Any man with de creator on his side es a victorious man, proven by de current might of de empire. Jalsem, dew yew understand de idea of zealotry?"

"Of course, sir. What about it?"

"Et es a very wonderful ding, yew know, when et es used for de right purpose. Dose purposes being in de aid of creator, country, and emperor. Dew yew know de only true people tew fit such positions?"

"Of course, sir, the creator, Oren, and Emperor Godfrey."

"Very good Jalsem, any zealous act for any of dere uses es a great act, nothing can go wrong when dewing such."

The two now reach the fort, Ford reeling the gate open, the two staying silent until they reach the command post. Arjen steps up, knocking his armor clad fist onto the door, Thomas quickly stepping out, cocking a brow. "Wossis?" Arjen holds out the folded piece of parchment, nodding to Thomas. "Sir." Thomas snatched it, rushing back behind the door as he yanked it shut, the two spinning around, looking up into the clear sky, smirking together.

"Jalsem."

"Yes, Arjen?"

"When dew yew wish tew begin ridding of dis plague of non-believers?"

[º Gamer9726 º 6]

*Evalyn Rorke is sharpening her dagger as the note catches her eye. Curious, she steps closer to it and reads it. As she finishes reading the note, a slight smirk appears on her face. She thinks in disbelief:*

The Emperor? A warlock?

*Shaking her head, Evalyn walks away, resuming the sharpening of her dagger*

[Bircalin 332]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.