The Night Terror's Request

[Richard / Mikhael 95]

Richard sighs, ordering men to tear down the edgey posters.

 

He thinks to himself, "My job is meaningless now."

[Baconthief 682]

A large poster is printed, and pasted all over Abresi, on it,

Abresi, your days grow old...

Your streets grow cold, in the middle of the night

Pay up now or face the Night Terror's Fright

 

 

Every day a head will roll unless the minas come in, save yourself...

 

 

-The Night Terror

 

*The poster is signed in blood*

 

Khel squints at the wording yet still it's only perceived as blurry characters and letters, illegible and unreadable. After nearly five hundred years, his eyesight must of started to decline. No, that's impossible as he is the apex of perfection, it must be the damned human's handwriting. It must be too uneducated and mentally inferior to properly construct a single legible sentence, as is the natural inclination of pale-skins

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OOC

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Can't read your message, it's the same color as my background

[Nefarious Aus Shitpost 891]

"Feck uff an' pay yer edgy foines yeh bastard!"

[Richard / Mikhael 95]

"Have I been accepted yet?"

[chaotikal 2392]

Dormin licks the blood off the poster, thus destroying the message.

[Richard / Mikhael 95]

Dormin licks the blood off the poster, thus destroying the message.

 

Richard Marthall laughs at the thing 'licking' the blood off.

[CombatRolePlay 1863]

*sees the poster before it is 'licked' *
Pshh, yeah right.

[Moot 1719]

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