An Offering To Malin

[5678 260]

The elf walked along Malinor's roads, whistling a soft tune. Turning the corner from the main square, something catches his eye 

"What the..."

 

 

He runs up to the pile, a look of pure horror upon his face as he observes the ghastly scene. Many of the heads are decomposed, some disfigured by blunt weapons, others seem to be frozen. Yet, all bear the same mark...

 

//B\\

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nailed to one of the heads, a note is left

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Malaise 1570]

Kaldo watches in obvious annoyance, blinking slowly.

 

"I'll provide them their filth by myself if this continues."

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Art shrugs.

"People n Malinor die everyday. Whoever this is is like a child throwing a temper tantrum begging for attention."

[Yoff 328]

"Oh Shite! Wot' ploughin' shite did de' pointe' ears get into, them ain't even doing anyffin' bout it." Price's expression seems to be a mix of anger and fear, dragging himself away with the support of his quarterstaff.

[Demotheus 651]

Theus, the dark elf with red eyes wearing a hooded TRAVELLING CLOAK (friggin jerks callin me edgy without checking my card...) stands there, arms crossed and smirking at the scene.

 

"It seems the guards are not capable of even catching someone hauling a bunch of heads, nor can they be bothered with paying attention to anyone who's organizing heads in sticks. Nor can they stop fights in the luminaire. Pathetic."

 

He chuckles darkly.

 

"I had considered becoming a guard here, but it seems it would be a lost cause and I would be alone in that venture."

 

Damn straight his hood is on, basically daring an idiotic guard to tell him to take it down or do their JOB for once.

[Demotheus 651]

shnip

[Crayfishchris 751]

Yulnii Elibar'acal crosses her arms as she sees this.

 

"Well... how about that."

 

She sits down, sketching the scene in her notebook. After about half an hour, she gets up, seeming satisfied. She leaves the heads as they were.

[Salamandra 1136]

Salamandra the ghostie continues not to care.

[Dreek 1633]

*Dreek stops by on his travels and crosses out Malin, on the note. In it's place he writes.

"F3R DUNGR1MM!!!!!!!111!!!"

[GloryorSolitude 94]

Damn straight his hood is on, basically daring an idiotic guard to tell him to take it down or do their JOB for once.

A semi-existent narrator responds to the less mature comment from another narrator, noting that you in fact didn't stop them either, and also notes that the comment could be considered harassment, as RP narration is not an IC opinion.

[Demotheus 651]

A semi-existent narrator responds to the less mature comment from another narrator, noting that you in fact didn't stop them either, and also notes that the comment could be considered harassment, as RP narration is not an IC opinion.

((it was more or less describing his demeanor. And he wasn't in Malinor when this happened. Though, I'm sur ethere were at least 10 people in the square and area.))

[Dry Crackers 268]

Theus, the dark elf with red eyes wearing a hooded TRAVELLING CLOAK (friggin jerks callin me edgy without checking my card...) stands there, arms crossed and smirking at the scene.

 

"It seems the guards are not capable of even catching someone hauling a bunch of heads, nor can they be bothered with paying attention to anyone who's organizing heads in sticks. Nor can they stop fights in the luminaire. Pathetic."

 

He chuckles darkly.

 

"I had considered becoming a guard here, but it seems it would be a lost cause and I would be alone in that venture."

 

Damn straight his hood is on, basically daring an idiotic guard to tell him to take it down or do their JOB for once.

 

Emanaf listens to the sudden expostulation, suddenly looking very tired.  He rubs his nose, sighs, and walks away.  By the time the Elf pulls his hood up and glares the challenge out from underneath Emanaf appears absolutely exhausted.

[Moot 1719]

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