Remove The Human!

[Ned Lud 1260]

Bango Blackfoot plucks the string from one of the scrolls and twirls it in his fingers, flossing something at the back of his mouth as he eyeballs the literature. He winces and then bellows as his jaw starts to become sore from missing his mark several times,

 

"Remove 'is wad o' gristle from between me teeth!!"

[Will (TauFirewarrior) 2466]

Shas'O Kais Ishikawa pays for posters of his own writings to be placed around the cities of Anthos 

 

"Good people of Anthos, these words being said about the humans or rather as we see it the Emperor of The Holy Oren Empire are unkind and impolite. They seem to leave out many of the good traits of the humans and those who live among them such as the Eastern people under the Ishikawa's, there is honour, duty and loyalty to be found with the humans, the humans who put their own lives at risk to protect the rest of the continent from what lies beyond the wall. The Eastern people are a fine example of how fine humans or those who live among humans can be, they strive for but one thing in life, that being perfection. Is that goal that is shared not only by the Easterners but many of the humans in Oren truly that bad? No it is not, those who say otherwise are the people who envy the wealth and prestige of Oren and the human race. That is all for now dear people of Anthos the House Ishikawa send their regards."

[The Fact Core 511]

*Ernest is totally confused about such a unbelievable thing. He is so confused that he can't say anything about that and just moves away from this.*

[Z3r05t4r 855]

"Hah, now that is something I want to see."

 

Silus chuckles and lays the note back onto the pillars of papers in his office.

 

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Beron only arches a brow upon reading the message in Malinor.

 

"All of us? Some surely are bad, but... I for one have done nothing wrong."

[Temp 2006]

Directing a column of jogging Roses throughout Abresi, Temp comes across the Scroll, pinned to a notce board. He raises his left arm, fist balled, "Halt." The line comes into a halt, staring forward into the streets before them. Temp unpins the scroll and fans through it, look of amusement forming across his face. He turns to the line gesturing them over, "Oi! We've another funny anonymous letter!" The Column's ranks disperse, the note being handed off, each met with nearly identical expression of laughter. Temp leans over, nudging a Rose, the figure turns with a simple, "Wot?" He smirks, gesturing to the scroll being passed about, "Ye' know who wrote tha'?" The Rose shrugs. "It's not dung, so tha' strikes ou' the Orcs. There's no funny accent, so it's not the Dwarves. An' I really doubt the 'alfmen are sober enough to maintain message. Tha' jus' leaves the 'alfbloods an' the whiners." Temp turns back to the others, hands cupped together and behind his back, "Reform an' gather paddle! We've arses to paint red with agony! Seems the children ne'er learn." He moves to head the line before jogging off.

[Blundermore 2741]

*Peers at the notice before mumbling to himself*

 

"Hmm... it appears that someone has taken it apon themselves to reply to that message about Elves it seems from Oren... Remove the Human, shun the Elves... I'll just keep to my books, and my studies thankyou very much."

[Lark 2227]

Lark looks over the poster and raises an eyebrow, "What happens if 'm only 'alf 'uman?"

[Lego XBOX 915]

Goroth comes across one of these many posters and immediately grins before nodding as he walks off saying to himself,

 

"How true, how true... Now something should be done about it..."

 

He sighs, clasping his hands behind his back, going off to Darkhaven.

 

 

Ishabellya giggles as she sees this poster elsewhere,

"Yush! Kill ALL the scary humany people! They are no fuuun!"

 

She then skips off, surely going to go find one of her lovers who enjoys killing~

 

Ignii comes across one of these posters, frowning, confused,

"Why is father calling himself a human...? He is an elf..."

 

She then goes along her way, shrugging before going to find her husband who's off hugging other woman out there.

 

 

A dark figure comes across one of these posters, the sun yellow eyes beneath the night dark hood seemingly glowing with a pure hatred,

 

"They killed us all... We will kill them all..."

 

She then swiftly walks off, eyeing everything closely.

 

 

The creamy haired dryad known as Kleistoí runs up to the crowd around the poster, tilting her head exaggeratedly as she reads before smiling widely,

 

"But if they go, I'll lose my chestnut throwing targets!"

 

She then runs off, cackling playfully.

 

 

Vel'Aryla, the youngest of Kameki, shifts up towards one of the posters, close to the Delver base, squinting at it as she hugs herself tightly,

 

"Well... they did... kill all these elves... They should apologise at least..."

 

She whispers inaudibly before retreating slowly, away from the posters.

 

 

At some port, Commanding Officer Ro Brae of the Hammersley comes across the poster nodding wildly,

 

"They are huntin' me for loving som'un! Ye' they should be killed!"

 

Then after dusting his hands, he walks off back to his ship, rigging it with his crew.

 

A cloaked dark elf with golden eyes and a fairer skin then dark soon to be known as one of the Onarus family nods slowly,

 

"Those wishing to smite the pure race of the Mali'ker will have to answer to me..."

 

He mutters, walking off, hands clasped behind his back.

[Samson Option 9652]

A hunting party of mounted Subudai riders slow as the Khagan raises his hand, slowing his steppe horse to a modest trot over to one of the scrolls and peers at it; reading intently. After reading, he lets out a coarse guffaw and pats the neck of his horse playfully, stating to his Steppe Riders, "Seems thawt' sawm' fewl' thinks he cawn' eradicate a race, pray tell this dawn't rawn' intew' thawr' currawpt' Humans' hands or he shawl' take thawr' idea an' run wit' it, and with him, an entire horde awf' man will splinter thawr' trees awf' Malinur', watur' thawr' sands awf' thawr' Orcs intew' mawd', an' flatten thawr' peaks awf' thawr' Dervas! Man wewl' deliver an' steal thawr' grandiose ideas awf' imbeculs' an' rendawr' them troo'"

 

[[Translation: Seems that some fool thinks he can eradicate a race, pray tell this doesn't run into the corrupt humans' hands or he shall take the idea and run with it, and with him, an entire horde of man will splinter the trees of Malinor, water the sands of the Orcs into mud, and flatten the peaks of the Dwarves. Man will deliver and steal the grandiose ideas of imbeciles and render them true.]]

[Bashar al-Assad 120]

"Remove Non-human" vjekoslav says

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Elorna shifts her weight about uncomfortably as she reads over the poster, before muttering in a reluctant tone, "It's not all Valah that are like this..." The small baby boy in her arms grasps at a strand of her hair and she looks down at him with a sigh. "It is Oren..."

 

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Brielle squints at it with her one eye, then crosses her arms and scoffs, walking off without another word.

[SirSnowMan 318]

*Sergeant Zerkrill reads over the poster, a grin escaping under his red bandanna.*

 

"I am all these things! And Proud!"

[ayresalex 517]

Abram yawns, then walks away.

[CommunistSpy 441]

Reading over the scroll, Aislinn cannot help it as he nods in agreement with everything that is written, a sly grin appearing on his face. He pulls out his journal, writing down a copy of the scroll, before walking off.

 

"Absolutely wonderful."

[blindmind 350]

Osterwald chirps and huffs and darkly chortles as he leans forward, tracking the words with his weathered index finger. A boney child ambles toward him, stumbling with a cough as his grubby nose meets Osterwald's unaware hip. With a startled shout, he stumbles to the side as well, throwing his arms out to catch the child before he falls, himself. With a grumble, he sets the child aright, steady on his feet, clearing his throat extra loudly before patting his dusty head of hair. A ploom of dirt turned the air about his ears a pale, translucent brown. 

"Pardon my fallin' on ya," the dusty boy says. "Didn't mean anythin' by it, please, no harm done!" The boy proceeds to slap away a cake of brown that seems to have leapt from his head to Osterwald's side, just light enough to be noticed on his habit.

Osterwald mumbles garbled words as if to hide the fact that he could not inaudibly think by His divine dander, this boy is filthy! He rustles the boy's hair, more dirt jets away in an earthy deluge. Taking back his hand, Osterwald rubs his fingers together with a sickly scowl as he comes to realize just how greasy his hand has become. Osterwald, then, now realizing his hip is growing sore for the boy's ill required dirt slappery, gently nudges the boy away with his walking stick. The boy replies with a slew of apologies and the much practiced groveling of a pauper and child in trouble.

Osterwald waves his hand for silence, and to his surprise, the boy's noise ceases entirely, save for a low, worried squealing resonating from deep within the boy's throat that Osterwald, in his age, just could not hear. He expects the boy to dash away at any moment, but he remains, and Osterwald scratches his beard.

"Is there something you require, my boy?" Osterwald asks.

The boy shuffles in place with a croak in his throat before he finds his proper voice. "Well, I was meanin' to ask ya--well iffin ya pardon the bumpin', that is, well--I was s'posed to be askin' if ya had any bread for givin'." The boy's head hung low as he threw his gaze to the ground.

Osterwald clears his throat, and pulls his satchel forward, flipping it open. After a bit of digging and sorting, he pulls away a ration of bread. "Come hither," he says, holding out the bit of bread. "Not many have the courage to ask. I dare say, most don't." No doubt, he'd have to force the bread into someone's hand, if it meant it came from a priest, depending on who required it.

 

The boy skips forward, a sheet of dust falling from his shoulders, as though he decided to roll around in the road for a spell before arriving. He snatches the bread away and wolfs half of it down with such ferocity that bits of half-chewed crumbs stick to his lips. "Pa said he'd haff to clobber some folks to get some food what with Salvus bein' so scary n' all..."

"A curious way of asking."

"But if ya ask me, them funny heretics, they call em, got what was comin', wouldn't ya say? That's what my pa'd say, though he's a-scared of the place, anyhow."

Osterwald grabbed the bread away and bopped the boy on the bonce with his walking stick, and turned toward the lengthy scroll. Whoever authored this, he thought, ought to join me in the clergy to slay my lonesome.