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So the elven forest has been traumatized, if you walked near the gate, a headless, burnt crisp corpse lies, blood stains on the ground near it. A note is left next to it, as the corpse lies there, having ben for weeks, as it seems moss is growing over it. The note would read:

"Worshipers of Iblees shall die, cease your attacks, or I'll take two of your men a week. Meztli gives you a chance, if you don't take it, you'll incinerate such as this fellow. Meztli curse you, worshipers of the Red Daemon."

The following is carved into the corpses chest.


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((This is meant to be easy to figure out. Also, this event happened, but this is the post for it. This event happened a little while ago, but now I decided to make a post))

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Rameethar stops on his walk up the Malinor road, smelling the foul smell of death he knew all too well. Curious, he follows the stench, and sure enough, there lay the mangled, burnt, decapitated corpse. Rameethar looks at the note, raising an eyebrow as he covers his nose.

 

"Metztli. . .? Whawt Kha' haws dawn thees. . .? Awr waws eet aw Kha' awt awl?"

 

He steps back from the corpse, standing there and wondering. He would walk away, were no one else there to interrupt him. Strange. . .strange indeed.

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Torian furrows his brow as he comes across the message, letting out a sigh as none of the Cultists have been to Malinor, and have actively been trying to stay away from the area so people cease senselessly killing them for their beliefs.

 

"We don't even do anything, yet we still die. That's nice. So much for these religious zealots being 'holy' and 'good'. Disgusting hypocrites."

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A hooded figure had approached the corpse, read the message and then wrote his own whilst no one dwelt about; staked in the chest of the crispy-carcass is a note of yellow pages and ink scripture, stating the following:

"There have been no attacks on anyone in months. Halt your efforts, you look like a fool in the eyes of the aware if you think killing people and stringing them up as warnings will do anything. Your warnings are empty.

Go away."


The hooded figure dispersed from the area as soon as the message was set up.

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An anonymous figure crosses out the glowing letters with regular black ink, writing something beneath it. 

 

"The present day does not forgive past actions."

 

He would nod his head affirmatively, taking off not a moment afterwards. His gut fulfilled that he had fixed the issue.

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 Ausar walks up to the gates of Malinor as he spots the headless, crispy corpse that has been there for some time. He instantly walks over as he sends a swift kick at the ribcage. Making contact as a snapping noise emits from the corpse. Ausar then heads off to take care of his business.

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As Saikaunaah travels through Malinor, she notices the burnt corpse and the note. Out of curiosity, she decides to read the note. Her eyes read over the letters with a smirk.

 

"Iblees shawl nawt be tha wurst theeng yu weel expereeawnce... 'Kha'."

 

After speaking, she lays the note back down next to the burnt corpse

 

"Peo'pawl awr su edgee."

 


 

After a while, Saikaunaah returns with a note herself, laying it next to the note on the body.

 

"You spelled 'Metztli' wrong."

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*Emanaf Delsaran scribbles all the notes and attached writings down in a booklet, which he shoves violently inside his long greatcoat.  Immediately afterwards, a veritable avalanche of paper cascades out of numerous inside pockets in the coat.  Swearing violently in Elvish, he gathers up the crumpled sheaf irritably and dares the ill-willing aspects to come after him.  As he strides deeper into Malinor, still muttering curses, the cord holding his sword to his belt parts, and that too hits the ground.  Suddenly off-balance, the papers go flying, and the tall Elf lands heavily in a puddle.  Swearing under his breath all the while, he gathers up his possessions again and hurries away.

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

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