the 8th
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the 8th
a dagger is stabbed into a peice of Parchment that hangs on the inn wall.
Another you have claimed murderer, this one was my friend, and the last was my Kin. Know that you almost got my anger out. You have changed the color of my eyes for the first time since i came to this isle. and for that i thank you. I hold no More secrets. But you Killing Elder Arcadulus will not go unpunished. Even with all my current Affairs, you are..Mine "the exicutioner.".
Sylathen
Squire of Kallahorn
Paladin in training
Another you have claimed murderer, this one was my friend, and the last was my Kin. Know that you almost got my anger out. You have changed the color of my eyes for the first time since i came to this isle. and for that i thank you. I hold no More secrets. But you Killing Elder Arcadulus will not go unpunished. Even with all my current Affairs, you are..Mine "the exicutioner.".
Sylathen
Squire of Kallahorn
Paladin in training
- Sidney Varguea
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The Shadow walks through the city to pack the last of it's belongings before heading to it's new home. After closing it's depot, something grabs it's attention on the walls letters. A dagger.
Mmm...
The Shadow approaches to the parchment, it's presence common, simple and, because of that, unnoticible.
What a waste.
Then it removes the dagger from the wall and makes it disappear inside a leather cloak. The Shadow smirks as it leaves the shop carrying a load of a heavy bag, not seeming to care about the parchment the dagger was fixing to the wall. The paper is falling slowly now, like a leaf, until it landed on the dust of the shop floor.
Mmm...
The Shadow approaches to the parchment, it's presence common, simple and, because of that, unnoticible.
What a waste.
Then it removes the dagger from the wall and makes it disappear inside a leather cloak. The Shadow smirks as it leaves the shop carrying a load of a heavy bag, not seeming to care about the parchment the dagger was fixing to the wall. The paper is falling slowly now, like a leaf, until it landed on the dust of the shop floor.
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Damien wrote:Damien raises an eyebrow reading the thing. You can hear him murmur, slightly amused : "A fourth elven Elder ? Definitely strange, for it is someone i do not even know..." He chuckles, and turns to something different.
((Damien raises an eyebrow at the paper on the floor, and after picking and reading it, you can hear...*))
- Thalodos Artemetus
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An elf clad in blue writes the parchment
Arcadulus...i myself saw him die and carried him to the cross... alas the healing herb arrived too late...
This is not specific among a race, and why he had been named a traitor is beyond my understanding...
But we understood this, the executioner's power is hate... for it bent the waters of the well into a vision
E.S
Arcadulus...i myself saw him die and carried him to the cross... alas the healing herb arrived too late...
This is not specific among a race, and why he had been named a traitor is beyond my understanding...
But we understood this, the executioner's power is hate... for it bent the waters of the well into a vision
E.S
- The Executioner
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A large picture appears, scratched onto the inn door.


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Kamiks lets out a sigh and then, with some efforts, he writes with his right hand on the parchment:
I would like to ask everyone interested in the capture of this murderer to look for me.
That is all I can ask. And patience.
Kamik Windslasher
~ Recruit of the Guard
After trying to write words of courage and comfort, Kamik feels exactly the oposite feelings, as he leaves the shop and stares ocasionally at his cloak with the sigil of the guard; the cloak is pulled so it cover most of his left side, mainly his left arm...
I would like to ask everyone interested in the capture of this murderer to look for me.
That is all I can ask. And patience.
Kamik Windslasher
~ Recruit of the Guard
After trying to write words of courage and comfort, Kamik feels exactly the oposite feelings, as he leaves the shop and stares ocasionally at his cloak with the sigil of the guard; the cloak is pulled so it cover most of his left side, mainly his left arm...
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You don't need to teach me, dear Thalodos. I am an elf myself, don't forget that, and i quite well know when to use which expressions on our behalf. Although, it is below our style to make each another look bad on a public board like this one for the sake of explaining our expressions to the human tongues. I suggest a little vacation on Vanima, this will surely heal your mind from the haste of the shortliving pulse of Troll's Bane. Relax, take your time, and think - Namaarie a quel esta, mellonamin.
~Damien
~Damien
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- Thalodos Artemetus
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- Location: Behind you :P