The Final Warning

[Zarsies 6795]

A small baby sheep waddles into the gates of Salvus, its wool dyed a bright pink. It bleats loudly before falling over, blood covering its side from vicious claw wounds. Blood seeps into its fur, tinging it a dark red.

 

The baby sheep gags, heaving sharply. It vomits a blood-speckled mess, a metal scroll emerging from its esophagus. It slides out, covered in gooey sludge. The slashes on the poor baby sheep makes out an 'S'.

 

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The scroll reads, "Soon, or she leaves the living. Put the bodies on display."

[Braxis 813]

James blinks as he gets the warning as he cusses in a storm in his office

 

"IT HAS NOT EVEN BEEN AN ELVEN DAY YET THOSE LIEING FECKERS!"

 

He looks over to the piece of Wool Ser Ocran brought in

 

"S? Huh... That is oddly familer since only One Oren criminal starts his name with that... If he is the same one who took Sophia, I will watch him burn slowly over the fire pits."

[Scipp3r 451]

Patrick shrugs.

"I haven't been to a good funeral in a while"

[Galendar 631]

*Alexander shakes his head, trying to do whatever possible to find her, the ever-present thought of having to kill someone to save someone sitting firmly in his thoughts*

[Shadeleaf 1022]

*Arzota stares down at the dead PANK sheep from under his mask, simply dumbfounded that someone else knows these things are evil.*

"Friend of mine..."

*He mumbles almost inaudibly with a smile, turning away, day brightened if only by a little bit...*