Shadeleaf

This is looking quite nice so far... BUT TELI LOOK AT THE BREWING DOC ; . ;

MAKE IT HAPPEN!

Take my likes... thank the creator someone made lore on this... USE THE LIVING HELL OUT OF THESE THINGS! YOU DESERVE IT!

Arzota takes one of them, sighing as he prepares a few notices of his own... "Time to get investigate-it-ive..."

*Arzota smiles as he reads this again, wondering which one of them declared war this time* "Well, here we go again~" *He says with a slight grin, reaching into his pocket and weighting a bit of coal in his hand*

Across the lands, ravens, black as night fly from town to town, resting in local coups and awaiting their owners, squawking as they pass and delivering messages to all those involved. What the letters say shall remain a mystery... but one thing is known for certain; and made plainly apparent in the south. The Fallen were ready for war. Around Dwarven lands, fliers can be seen hanging and scattered occasionally across the ground, the purple flame of the Fallen taking head: ~+~+~+~+~_-^-_~+~+~+~+~ The time has come... The tyrannous reign of King Thorin has lasted long enough, and the people of Urugan's holds are plenty a reminder of this. In the near past, Legionnaires have slaughtered innocents with only word of mouth as evidence, a disgrace to the lands they call home and fully deserving of retribution. The Fallen have stood long enough idle, and the time to act has come... It is now that we join the fight against the Tyrant King, in liberation and rebellion of all within the Kingdom. For any who stand against us, know your efforts are futile and shall be but a distraction to our goals. And for any whose minds are straight and free from the influence of the Tyrant King, you are more than welcome to join us in arms against this foe. Fight with us and prosper, or against us and burn. We are The Fallen And this time; it shall be the tyrant king to fall. ~+~+~+~+~_-^-_~+~+~+~+~ *A note is scribbled at the bottom, seemingly added after posting* Vierna is not of the Fallen

((Aaaaaand then we lost Vallel))

"Here we go again..." Arzota mumbles, walking through the checkpoint and hearing the faint cries in the distance, moving a bit quicker on his feet.

*Standing about the man, Arzota sighs* "What's the use of this? The new capitol will simply attract the same people that lived in kingston..." he grumbles, "In fact, this won't much change anything, just a bit of new scenery to fluff around in." he says, turning to walk off into the woods, back to Aheral hunting.

((Text, make it legible [as in fix colors~] <3))

(( ._. Damn it someone cue up another sane Oussana heir...))

Waking up in new infirmary having tested out each and every bed the previous night, Arzota walks about, yawning as he sees one of the notes, "*Yawn* Yea... I'll be late, but I'll be there." he mumbles, going off to find a shopping list of herbs and medical materials.

((And at the end of the day...))