Several Posters Are Stamped Onto Kralta Towns...

[Treshure 5818]

The writing is almost impossible to tell who it is, each word changing it's style.

 

 

"You must surrender your lands to us within the Elven Fortnight, or we will slowly stomp out your kingdom like ash in the wind. We will allow you to leave if you submit, or face war. Sign below for your submission."

 

Several lines are below, beckoning for you to sign them.

[bickando 3967]

Darek walks by, sees the poster, and laughs. Nobody could be this stupid.

[KennedyJ534 110]

Joferik, Maer of Kralta, looks over the poster. He shakes his head before riding off on his donkey.

 

[bungo 3965]

Bogdanistan says most eloquently;

 

"are u dumb?"

[SirSnowMan 318]

*Ailred turns to his house doctor.*

"This is a joke, right?"

[Galendar 631]

"Heh, let 'er burn"

Alexander chuckles as he moves up to the page, fiddling around for a few minutes before he backs away, the paper burning away into black ashes

[Treshure 5818]

Joferik, Maer of Kralta, looks over the poster. He shakes his head before riding off on his donkey.

 

((Isn't he... dead?))

[KennedyJ534 110]

((Isn't he... dead?))

((He died for a few days then I brought him back because they wanted me as Maer.))

[KennedyJ534 110]

The armies of Ruska and Renatus easily chase the Utopian out of Kralta.

[Major Dom 1297]

Iosif literally pees his pants laughing at the poster.

[Knox213 10]

*a piece of writing is scribbled on the posters.*

"Don't tell me what to do heathen scum."

*The initials "HVR" are scribbled beneath the writing* 

[Treshure 5818]

Near the entrance on Kralta, a gruesome human head is on a spike. The scene serves it's purpose.

[bickando 3967]

Darek, walking past the head, has no idea why it's there. People are constantly putting heads on spikes.

[Knox213 10]

*Heinrik Van Roy kicks the head down, grunting before motioning to a strelt to clean it up.*

[Lark 2227]

Lark Steelwall looks at one of the posters and shakes his head in shame, "If this is wot people think they can do te' Kralta, they are sorely mistaken." He rips the poster off, stomps into his workshop and chucks the flier into the furnace, the fire crackles hungrily as it quickly devours the worthless flier, but this is barely heard as Lark throws some ingots into the fire, snarling as he draws up designs for some new weaponry.