Fliers Around Kingston

[SirSnowMan 318]

Old Man Jones reads a flier, taking him about half an hour to do so. "Hu evah luked Hightowerah...?"

[Bashar al-Assad 120]

Boiendl Horen laughs.

 

"Hightowers simply allowed people to do what they wanted. Now Kingston is safe for once."

[Proddy 2415]

*More fliers are posted up around the city, leaving no trace of who's posting them. They all say the following...*

 

When war wages on, and the sons of Horen spill their own blood

 

When an Order is exiled, and evil emerges

 

When the flags of red are torn from their mast, and replaced with flags of purple

 

When the Hightower crumbles, and another takes their throne

 

The creator choses the true saviors of Oren, and he points his finger to the Sturlorne Blades

[Proddy 2415]

(( And yes, I will establishing a rebellion group soon. But nobody else knows they exist right now apart from anyone reading the fliers. So no meta ))

[Avacyn 1712]

((You do realize that the threat of rebellion is on everyone's mind right now, GL doing one if you just announced it loud and clear to the world))

 

Inquisitor Decretum slowly paces around the city, his hunched silhouette casting a tall, looming shadow in the lantern light. He turns his hooded head, spotting one of these posters. Slowly, he paces his way up to the wall, taking a gander at what is written. When he is done, he lets out a muffled sound. Some would say it is a chuckle, other might say it is a grunt of contemplation at what has been presented. He places an armored hand to the poster, tapping his finger lightly against the wall, nodding. He turns away, leaving the poster there, and moves to stand vigil in the night upon a nearby rooftop, looking for the one who is putting these fliers up.

[Proddy 2415]

(( Trust me. I've got plans for the rebellion I'm creating. I'll have a thread up soon, and recruitment will begin ))

[bickando 3967]

Brother Darek Althered looks at the last poster, then says confusedly "Sturlorn Blades? Some kind of rebel group, is it? Not going to work, with this many orders about," he says, shaking his head. He looks around, then sighs and keeps walking, looking for people he could classify as troublemakers.

[Chaqery 427]

One of the fliers is delivered to the Lord Inquisitor. As it is placed upon his desk, the acolyte quickly retreats out of harm's way.


"It seems the city of Kingston is keen on signing its own death warrant. Acolyte..."

 

"Y-... yes, Lord Inquisitor?"

"Send word to the Emperor. I suggest Dies Irae."

 

The acolyte nods, quickly and quietly exiting.
 

[hjgklmn0ajuvxc 688]

Rydel wonders how more and more posters are getting put up, when three large military orders are spending day and night tearing them down and beating everyone with a slip of paper near a wall...

[rukio 8924]

Wither quietly stalks the roads of Kingston. Seeing a flier, she studies it carefully and shakes her head. With a slash of the metal claws attached to the glove on her right hand, she rips the poster down, making sure to step on and rip it until it is no longer readable.

"Foolish peasant." She growls as she checks both ways for any sign of Roses. Seeing none, she continues to stalk down the alleys, shredding anymore signs she comes across.

[E__V__O 2000]

Serillia Looks down as a flier reaches her feet she reads it lightly she takes a step back slowly speaking.

 

"The roses are the savior of the nation... the followers and blessed ones of the creator..."

 

She hums once looking up the the skies, the sun begins to fall as she quickly hurries inside speaking with a hesitant voice.

 

"Roses are out saviors... they will not hurt us... they will protect us all..."

[Heff 2460]

*Bod shakes his head*

"These posters will only instigate the Inquisition an cause them to crack down harder and swifter than before."

[Thatpyrodude 2008]

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