[Rp] Regarding Your Lovely Extension, Oren

[Volutional 935]

A large, thick poster is placed upon the sign that says "Anthos Highway" in the center of the tolling station where the Elven and Human roads split. It reads;

 

Regarding your lovely extension, Oren

 

Dear whom this may concern,

 

I am not named, hereby wishing to put forward a list of ill content complaints that I have heard from both the Elven, and general Anthosian people alike. They are discontent with your wall, and I hope to have you know that if your walls upon the Anthos Highway are not removed, terrible things will happen to each and every guard that mans its posts. Death, illness, disease. All will spread like wildfire should our terms not be met.

 

Nothing can withstand my wrath. Nobody shall repel my invasion. I am destruction incarnate, and you will heed my words.

 

Tear this poster, and a hundred shall fill its place. Burn those, and it will begin. Ignore my demands, and I shall come upon thee like a thousand storms on a withered cliff-side.

 

Signed,

 

Un-named, girl who killed poor old Amfi'

[Redbaron™ 690]

(( Praise the Creator someone is taking this to RP ))

 

Lancel grunts while looking at the poster, before a slight smile creeps up the corners of his lips

 

"Finally someone is gonna try and fawk with us."

[Princeton 396]

Aelor Dread reads the poster, his void filled helmet stares at the paper motionlessly. His neck twists eerily to the left as an almost unbearable screech emits from his hollow armor. His withdrawals his huge, jet-black great-sword and mutters "Let's kill some Oren folk" in a voice interrupted with loud crackling noises.

[Kairn. 17]

*a message is carved into the side of the stone gatehouse.*

 

"Ye'll nev'ur cut off tha south l'unds Oren, Ye can bloodeh well count on it!"

[Lord_Sauron_ 43]

((Well played, Red Mistress...))

*Vanir snorts quietly as he reads the message. Believing himself to recognize the style, he ponders on the identity of the writer. The language sounds awfully similar to something he has heard before... Shaking his head, he figures he should either keep an eye out to see who puts more up or go and find the one who he suspects. He strides away, already sizing up a few spots where he could watch the place and remain unmolested.*

[Minea 124]

Starke McHaryn frowns silently as he see's the poster, muttering to himself he says.

 

"Well its finally come to a head, perhaps some one will learn from all this"

 

Shaking his head we strolls away.

[Glyc 234]

*The Agile Man, seeing the sign, lets his hand fall to his longsword as he thinks to himself*

"Finally someone takes this outlandish encroachment to arms!"

[Friendly Guy 223]

((The following is RP i had with some workers of the "Wall"))

 

((Why i am here and what i wish to do))

 

 

((Me being promised a commanding officer instead getting the same person only he now has grand marshal infront of his name))

 

James grimson walks away saying

"They must take all of malinor for fools"

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Artimec laughs as he reads thep poster, satisfied with its words.

"I've half a mind to muster the mageshields and maybe even the delvers to rally and burn this bridge down. But I'll wait, for now."

Artimec nails a new message into the wall, under the first one.

"You do not know who you've angered roses, people who when formed into an alliance could make your order look like a group of younglings swinging wooden sticks. Death, illness, and disease indeed, remove the bridge or face the consequences"

[Snake Plissken 637]

Wanting to see Oren destroyed by this unknown force, Stoneblood tears down the poster and scruntches it into a ball. He proceeds to stow the ball of poster into his coat as he walks away with a spring in his step.

[Stevie 1598]

Thomas Chivay hears news of this growing tension and replies forthright with, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." In the most monotone voice a man could ever muster.

[Temp 2006]

 

 

 

 

((He actually is a Grand Marshal in Oren and part of Senior command in the White Rose.))

[problematic z 477]

A man with a bloodied and worn uniform walks along the wall with all the posters nailed to it, followed by several footmen splashing vodka over the papers. He sighs deeply as he turns, seeing the soaked writing and sniffing the lingering sent of strong liquor, he raises one hand and opens it up, muttering a few inaudible words as his fingers tremble, soon after, a flamboyant wisp of orange flame shoots out of his palm, burning the papers to soot and making them illegible.

 

He looks back at the blackened wall a moment, pulling his gloves back on and muttering.

 

"They never learn."

[Blundermore 2741]

*scratching his beard from under his pointed hat he thinks for a moment before mumbling to himself*

 

 

"Would be nice to see a change to the country side... although I had hopes that this could be resolved more peacefully. Maybe perhaps I could find this one who speaks of death and destruction before he or she manifests a war that will benefit no one but Oren in their brigand ways of death and hatred to all things not under the fat red boot of a tyrant who uses the the Creator as a sacriliged reason to do what they do so.  

 

What world do we live in now where Humans are too stupid to learn from their own mistakes from the past, and instead simply recommit them. The time will come when Oren's blindness will lead to its' own ends, and when it does, those who they tortured, butchered and bullied will only come back to haunt them like wolves in the dying light...

 

If only the Elves would cease their bitter rivalies and reform, if only the Dwarves would cease their honourless pact and see, but, unfortunately, the world is not what it once was. With so much hate and violence towards all so that pigs may live above the grime of the downtrodden."

 

 

*Sighing to himself he grumbles slightly, before turning apon the point of his staff to continue onwards, mumbling about better times.*

[DelaneyG 1279]

After a long day of work, Arthal looks at on of the many posters that have now been placed.

"They'll feel the wrath of my shovel if they try anything stupid."