TheOutridersOmens

ᛝ [!] Across the holds of Urguan, where disgruntled dwed slumber, crows of sickened wings fly forth to deliver unmarked letters to those dwarves who dare not listen… “You all, those who sleep on high towers and in grand mansions, what Power do you truely hold if not lies and deception, what do you truly have over the common folk, those who follow our cause - we are in the streets, lurking, waiting for your lie to unravel.” Perhaps We are truly within your streets?

ᛝ [!] As midnight strikes, murders of crows fly forth on sickened wings, dropping unmarked letters near or in gathering places of the urguani people: such as the tavern, temple, and clan halls… individual birds also dare to fly at day’s light, dropping letters upon urguani officials like The Grand King, High Prophet and a myriad of others, though all the letters read the same, once more in crimson ink. “We are Within your streets, We are your among your people. Might is amongst you and Power is within your fellows...” Perhaps Might is truly within your fellows? @Willstertheking2 @Miss_Confined

ᛝ [!] A myriad of unmarked letters are left at urguani door-steps throughout the night, being pinned to places of importance as well, such as the throne room, temple and tavern, if their seal is broken, they all read thusly in red ink... “Broken are the chains of Vuur’dor, for he is free and all is more. Accept our offer and learn of Might, for Power stirs in halls of yore... ” What if Power truly stirs in halls of yore?