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Knox would smile, doing his best not to let out a laugh "T-That's Horrible..."

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UwU

Nation wars when people start appearing out of nowhere to grab a sword and helm

Knox is confused "Who is this man? Why did I get this? Can I have the broken door?"

[!] A Poster May Be Found Around The Lands [!] The writing appears slightly rushed. I would like to start by quelling any concerns for me or my safety. A few ashen days ago, I was put under arrest and accused of collaborating with Inferi. I, of course, did not and do not have any relation to their group or activities, but I understand their concerns. It started when I arrived from Kaethul where there was some expectant lady and her husband having medical issues within their house. Long story short, I called for help and forcefully entered the home with citizens of the city. We were able to get the situation under control, but there were a couple of odd individuals who came to help, a man and an extremely hyperactive and unsympathizing girl. She spoke of some sort of White Cat. When further pressed, they both quickly fled the scene. Though it was odd, I returned to Norland's Silver Lyre. There, I inquired of this White Cat. Upon finding a lack of enthusiasm of the topic, I left towards the Sturm-Strike house where I was stopped near the bottom floor of the clinic. One lady named Ariane Drakon asked what I knew about it and why I cared. I don't recall the specific conversation, but we ended up in the library where she nonsensically accused me of being of Inferi because of my questions. The High-Keeper then heard both of us, and sentenced me to house arrest in the Norlandic Library to refit the rooms and reorganize the books. I thought this would be for 1 or 2 ashen days, 3 at the most, but I have been down here for too long, and if I leave, the High-Keeper stated I would be assumed darkspawn and banned from Norland. There was no arrum or salt testing. The only evidence against me was her claims. I do not hold this against the keeper in full, but if anyone would like to help me out, send a bird to Ellenore av Eiriksdottir (Elennanore). -Knox

A dark elf would stifle a giggle reading the missive dropped into the library - "Being sentenced to life in solitary is not all that bad I suppose. At least some are having fun."

UwU

*angry hobo noises*

Papers are scattered, detailing the desperate pleas of Demitri Bez, a wondering hobo, known by most for his odd, but harmless nature. The handwriting leans on the verge of illegible, but if one were to persist, they may make out a message within the scribbles... Out dere by Veletz, when sun gone bye, me, Domni, hobo just driftin', lokin' for shep that don't moo. Ain't smart, didn't know town ain't sing-along; more like mezs, folks in Veletz playin' some twisted game. Went to Veletz lady, smirkin', grabed gave me fake ded shep, lame friend. She laughed, best joke, mesin' with feelins, makin' me sad like a lone stick wailin' in the night. Then Bluue men, strutin', fancy Bluue cloze, owns al. Made fun, in beatin', felin' like aley cats dancin' on my soul. Cuts, bruzies, seng of Veletz's cruelty kut into my skin. Veletz, light in dark, sneakier mean. Showed stolen shep, big win. Town love c me down, trash blown in by wind. Veletz ain't just a town; it's a heartles creature, fedin' on the strugles of folks like me. In dim Veletz lights, sat alone, fixin' wounds with whatever find. Town, warmth, ice-cold. Windy howls, fire in eyes, flamez ain't dyin'. Hurts, letdownz, getin' up guts, swearin', rise from dirt like bird, takin' back stolen zhep, resuhpekt, warmth Veletz yank from wanderin' fela. Why Veletz hurt me? Why Veletz men shep? Why Veletz, playin' its wicked games with a hobo just lokin' for fun? Durin' the beatin', time felt like molazes in winter. Bluue men fists, like sledgehamers on a beat-up drum, each hit throwin' a diferent kinda hurt my way. Tozed around like an old rag, soak up al the misery. In the mid of the mes, a weird numbnes tok over. Nat the tough calm of a wanderer, but like I didn't have it in me to care no more. Was it survival or just realizin' Veletz out to crush more than bones? When the beatin' stoped, left sprawled out on the hard ground. Town's laughter ztil ringin' in my ears, cruel reminder how they enjoyed c-in' me go down. Even with pain stabin' through, fight in me like a dim light in a real dark rom. With every painful breth, muter empty werd 'bout getin' back up. Felt like tryin' to start a fare with weted wud. Bluue men might've thrown hiz worst, but fight in my eyes hanging by a thread. Veletz didn't just want flesh; it wanted to chew up whatever spirit left.

Knox would ponder over the missive "Is there even a decent political response to this? The only course of action I could see would be denying the event or denouncing those involved as rogues..."

YOU CANT STOP ME

I'm going to eat one.

Knox smiles as he personally delivers the bound words to the Krugmar gates. "Hopefully one of them can sound it out - I'd hate to waste such fine print".