Sand Viper

I honestly have trouble seeing Sawses doing anything of the sort. I've known the guy for over a year, and he's been one of the most laid back folks I know.

"How do we know anything you say is true, eh?" a voice called out. "You could just as well have a boy who's forced you to sleep with a rapier at your side, and can't work for jack!" The voice belonged to a man with light brown hair, green robes, and a simple scarf tied around his nose and mouth to conceal his identity. "Now, I happen to be able to match the man's sixteen thousand, and possibly exceed it, but I'll need proof your product's as sound as you claim."

Ambrose hurries past the man without a word.

A note that seems like it was written in a hurry is tacked up on the wall. "Dedicant Ambrose, busy trying to recover Keya, among other things."

A letter is fastened up in the cloud temple in hasty writing. "These accusations are completely and utterly false, and I have witnesses that can testify to my location, and the treatment of my daughter. To whomever wishes me dead, I'd like to have the actual reasons stated, instead of some made up ones. ~Ambrose Ceruame."

Ambrose fastens up a simple letter written in a hasty hand. "Keya missing, likely kidnapped. Need help finding our Dedicant again."

Ambrose ties his response to the leg of a rather tired looking pigeon and releases it into the sky.

Ambrose continues tacking up posters, in Skravia, in the Dwarven lands, on the wind.

((Bump?))

As do I.

Ambrose posted a note up under Jameson's before hurrying out of the Grove.

"Ambrose Ceruame. Dedicant, looking for kidnapped wife."

((There we go! You can also send a bird to Sand_Viper, and Ambrose will get the letter the next time he's in Arethor.))

All over Oren, the Cloud Temple, the Docks, Skravia, ArmaLuna, and parts of Normandor, similar posters have been plastered up. Two surprisingly accurate sketches of a High Elven woman, one showing her with brown hair, one with blonde. She has blue eyes, and a thin scar on her left cheek. She's wearing a dark, blue-green dress.(Screenshot of skin coming soon.) Above the sketches, printed in large red words:

Kidnapped: Keya Ceruame

Underneath the sketches her height is written, as well as a short message.

"She is being held captive by Mogroka. She will likely lie and resist help. Do -not- leave her if she does. Do take her to Arethor with as little violence as possible, though her return is still the highest priority. The sum of seven thousand minas shall be paid to whoever can provide information that will lead to her being found, or for herself. Information to be sent to Ambrose Ceruame(Sand_Viper), and reward to be collected in Arethor."

Me interesa.

Is it possible to inoculate yourself(like the Chinese did with smallpox) or does the plague change too often for a vaccine to be effective?

((I meant a Paladin summoning up a ball of light, as opposed to someone outside the Order.))

((If I may ask a question. Is a low-level ball of light restricted to Clerics only? If so, why, if I may ask?))

A couple days later, another note. "I can be found at the Sanctuary. I'm confident we'll be able to identify each other. Feel free to leave a note there ((PM, IG or over forums)) if you would prefer something else, though. As for a fee, is fifty Minas acceptable?"

A response is written in the same handwriting as the original. "I have every intention to, should he be as vigorous as you advertise. As for any worries you have, I'm sure we can find a way to assuage them."

An unsigned note reads: "Is the 'lad' open for inspection? A sketch can ommit things like illness, after all."

Archery you say!? Yes please.

What I think Angelos is trying to say is that the Ordinators have already been routed and driven out of Salvus, and the Queen is dead. That is, there are no Ordinators in Salvus any more, thus making conquering Salvus in order to destroy the Ordinators... Pointless. Were the Ordinators still in Salvus, Lorethos's reasoning would make sense. However, they aren't. As such, Angelos is rather confused as to why the war is still going.

((Somewhere, a feminist is crying.))

The gravel crunched beneath Ambrose's feet as he made his way up the steps to Solace's gates. The streets were silent save for the low whistling of the wind, the occasional flutter of paper as a poster fluttered past, or the hurried swishing shut of curtains. He pulled the letter bearing the news out of his coat pocket and read it over a second time before looking to the palace and seeing the smoke drifting out the window. He bowed his head and let out a heavy sigh. "Guess she really is dead..." he said sadly as a sudden gust of wind whipped the letter out of his hand and carried it off towards Dawn's quarters. Ambrose turns his back to the forlorn city and trudged out, wishing the mess would come to an end.

((This heart-wrenching soundtrack cannot go unchallenged...))