problematic z

"The only good darky is a dead darky." -Most of the White Rose.

A man in leather with a White Rose emblem on either pauldron plucks one of the notes from a nearby light post, as he finishes reading, he looks up and spots the hunched figure by the church, mouthing an obscenity. He looks back down at the flier only to notice his thumb was on the yellow spot, he grimaces and tosses the paper aside before walking over to the Dwarf and dropping a letter at his feet, without saying a word, he walks off. The following is written on the letter: "In need of a messenger. -Must be able to travel back and forth from the Dwarven Lands quickly and without raising suspicion. -Must be able to keep his messages secret. -Must not look at the messages. -Must know how to defend him/herself. Contact the White Rose for further information."

Adeon sits in his chamber, a dull flame casting eerie shadows around the room, he nods slowly to himself, turning to observe the many monster heads mounted on his wall and rubbing his hands together. "Competition or companion?"

Adeon looks at the cockatrice head mounted on his wall, grinning widely.

Adeon carefully polishes the metallic tip of his boots, the same tips that kicked an Elder Halfling's bottom earlier that day. He takes a deep breath as he hears the news, standing up and sliding his feet into the boots, a single phrase escapes his thin lips as he looks out over the Keep, where soldiers were training on shorter dummies than usual. "Bloody Quarter-Men."

A man stood on a balcony, silently watching the events unfold, he rubbed his forehead and walked back inside. "Another bloody group of uppity shits that just dirtied our streets with heresy and ignorance." He quickly scrawls something down on a loose sheet of paper, as he goes to shove it in his pack, he cuts himself on the paper, as he winces, he calls out, "I'm ******* cutting myself on all this edge!"

thx meit

((Hot))

A man with a bloodied and worn uniform walks along the wall with all the posters nailed to it, followed by several footmen splashing vodka over the papers. He sighs deeply as he turns, seeing the soaked writing and sniffing the lingering sent of strong liquor, he raises one hand and opens it up, muttering a few inaudible words as his fingers tremble, soon after, a flamboyant wisp of orange flame shoots out of his palm, burning the papers to soot and making them illegible. He looks back at the blackened wall a moment, pulling his gloves back on and muttering. "They never learn."

Adeon watched the Baron as he approached, seeing the man's rather disgruntled expression, he released a small sigh as Hadrien whispered to him, scanning the crowd for Tresery, upon seeing him, he nodded at Sarkozy and stood, joining the Wood Elf in his stride towards the Adunians. With their fists clenched and their expressions firm, Adeon leaned forward, making sure his voice could be heard over the loud chatter of the event "Neither of you have been invited, and I don't want to make a scene..." he trailed off as Leric fiddled with his weaponry, as he almost always did, he smirked a bit as he turned back to the Adunians and continued, "I'm sure you don't either."

Adeon cursed as he entered the room and quickly straightened out his black blazer, he hastily brushed past the guests and stood near the thrones on the opposite side of Troen, giving him a quick nod before sliding one hand down to the hilt of his bastard sword and keeping an ever watchful eye over the Chivays, if anything happened, he'd be ready.

A door suddenly bursts open near the two, the guard that was alarmed flinches a little, then salutes, a slender figure steps out into the open, walking towards the child at a brisk pace, it's forearms noticeably bandaged, it halts, inches from the child and tilts it's head downwards, speaking in a hoarse, quiet voice. "You have a lot to explain, however... I am the one you seek, speak now or be caned and then thrown out."

Adeon stops and stares at the symbol while on a walk with Hadrien, he nods at his friend's remark and then frowns. "Smells like heresy"

Adeon walks along the palisades, whistling happily, his ear catches the sob of a child, he pauses and quickly jogs down into the tunnel, he peers down at Ocerea and crosses his arms. "Why are you here?" He glances over behind him, as he walks closer to the many stairs that lead down to the Keep, he hollers: "MATHUS YOU ***** PLOUGHER, YOUR FILTHY DAUGHTER IS HERE, TAKE CARE OF HER" He turns back to see Ocerea and grits his teeth. "Leave, now... You know what he'll do." The Sergeant coughs into his sleeve, tapping his boot against the ground as he waits for Mathus.