An Invitation!

[CommunistSpy 441]

Throughout Anthos, several hooded figures begin handing out small fliers to certain travelers and citizens. Some find these pamphlets resting on their desks and tables; others might notice them tucked gently in their mailboxes. 

 

 

Each of the fliers is written in black ink, the parchment yellowed and old. They read:

 

" We have been watching you for some time, and you appear to be fit for our type of work. Do you wish to be part of something greater? Perhaps you want access to His power, or perhaps you merely wish to escape the suffering that you see happening around you. Our work is obvious - the Druids, those in Malinor, and the residents of Lenniel were witnesses to our handiwork. Will you be one who watches and cowers in fear, or will you join us?

Your task is simple - you must commit a single act that would gather our attention. We will contact you from there. "

 

Every flier is stamped with a red 'A' at the bottom.

[SirSnowMan 318]

*Gobeth the Hunchback takes the letter, and tries to find someone who can read.*

[leave me alone 995]

Gunvor struggles to read the letter before throwing it into the fireplace.

 

"Edgeh."

[Casey7070707 14]

Gunvor struggles to read the letter before throwing it into the fireplace.

 

"Edgeh."

hur hur! edgy! edgy! hur hur am i cool yet

[Swgrclan 2682]

A tall, lanky Orc, clad in traveling leathers sits within Luminaire's tavern. He sits within a dark corner, a tall bottle of wine upon the table before him. Beside the bottle lies the flier that had endured extensive study by the hand of the taller greenskin. His shoulders are slumped, brown receding hair matted and messy in show of uncare. Long, green ears point up in show of half-breed heritage alongside the smaller tusks, though it seems Orcish blood had been deemed dominant for this one.

Empty eyes stared at the flier. Thral'Mar's mind was waning and has been for years now; teetering upon the edge and without something to distract it. He was tired. He was.. so tired. He had followed the masses to five lands, now ruined because of their careless inhabiting. He had witnessed a mass of bloodshed across the Great Exodus, by the hands of malignant forces and Nations alike. He was so tired of following. He didn't like following anymore, nor did he like the people he followed.

He will not follow this time. Thral'Mar will halt the next exodus.

After gulping down the bottle of wine, he snatches up the poster and raises from his seat, pacing out of the tavern and out of the city to return to an undisclosed location where he would plan to garner the attention of these individuals.

Side-note:

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You're crusin' for a brusin'. 

[domainoft 191]

*Bites her lip nervously as she writes in her journal......"It has begun"

[monkeypoacher 8055]

"The Steely" looks over at his pile of dark elf corpses, wondering if he's done enough to attract their power.

 

"Sounds fun..." -he says, tucking the letter into his coat pocket.

[leave me alone 995]

hur hur! edgy! edgy! hur hur am i cool yet

((You obviously have no idea o the origins of the term edgy.))

[Minea 124]

Starke McHaryn, current leader of the Wolvengard takes the flier and scans it briefly, handing it to the mounted Cavalier beside him he shrugs and continues trotting along the Anthos highway. The cavalier in question simply tucks the flier in his saddle bags, perhaps t'would be useful in the future.

 

"Those lads might bear watching Sir Sirrah Rover, I trust ye can arrange an intervention". 

[_krug_ 247]

Glumpuz'Azog recieves a letter whilst travelling, for it is translated into Blah. He quickly reads it, noticing 'single act that would gather our attention'. He grins, for he knows exactly what could gather attention.

Glumpuz finishes beating the living crap out of the hooded figure, smiling as he crushes the figure's arm with his foot.

[Moot 1719]

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