*A parchment hangs on the door of the arena located outside Trollsbane*
People of Gobaith,
I Jefferson Gray, after much needed time away from this isle, have returned. Some of you may know me. Some of you may have heard of me, and some of you simply could not care. I can respect that, of course.
However that does not matter. What matters is that after returning after quite some time I come back to see the isle (as ever) is in a state of disarray, and I would like to lend my hand into leading at least a section of it into a new and interesting direction. So, that leads me to you, my people.
I seek dedication from individuals to pledge their allegiance to me, so that we can band together and form a formidable force upon the isle. I bore rather easily, so you will have to prove yourselves. So here I shall get right to the point.
I shall be holding open challenges to any who think they can best me in a duel, or just want to prove themselves. Be you interested in standing by me or not. If on the unlikely chance you beat me, then I do not blame you for feeling that I am no man to lead you to victory, though if you step up and challenge me and lose, you must pledge your allegiance. That is the only catch.
Laugh at my words brothers and sisters for I could not care. My track record on this island through battle, respect and reputation speaks for itself.
My Raven awaits your reply -
Mages need not apply.
*A raven sits by the nearest tree located by the parchment*
The inking of a large red diamond can be seen at the bottom of the parchment
*Another parchment has been attached beneath the first*
I am glad to see that there are those who still value truth and prosperity with respect to the well-being of the island. I thank you for your prompt replies.
As for the rest of you, I cannot say I am surprised to see that the island of Gobaith still harbours a hoard of cowards and fools.
If you wish to dispute my words, you shall find me in Borgates Tavern.
A fool charges into battle, whence he knows he cannot win.
A coward speaks large words of himself, before his head crashes to the floor with a loud and painful ding.
So now that we've gathered that you're a fool, and perhaps maybe even some ugly dark lords tool,
do us all a favor, and go drown yourself in the arena's pool.
For none of us will fall for that trick, you insult our intelligence by assuming us that ungodly thick.
So go and sliver back to the blackest dark,
everyone knows you're nothing but an embarrassing mark.
Jefferson approaches the arena and notices that a new parchment has been placed. Arching the left side of his mouth to a weak and crooked smile, he shakes his head and sighs in a relaxed tone. Reaching his pale and scar faded fingers into his pocket, he removes some ink and quill and jots down a quick reply.
A fool runs his mouth off, whence he knows not of what he speaks.
A coward fails to sign his name, before disappearing back down the loneliest shallow creak.
I appreciate you leaving me a nice little rhyme, so I shall grace you with my time,
now away and piss off, you bore me, slime.
I pity you, I really do... I couldn't begin to fathom having a brain cell so few.
Like the majority you dither through life and merely accept it,
though who are you to deserve such a thing, when you do not respect it.
A man, whistling a merry tune walks up, looks at the parchment in hand, rams it under the last, then walks off whistling all the while.
A fool signs his name, when he knows he'll end with nothing but misery and pain.
A coward screams off, his voice sounding loud, but surrounds himself with pawns whilst he hides in the shadows shroud.
I appreciate you sparing some of your much wasted time,
gods know it must be simply divine.
But as it were and as it is,
for the stupid one named Jefferson, I have a quiz.
Who failed to gather all their men, to defend their city, and let their leader end?
Who ran a mile so ofly fast, to avoid defending their city to the last?
If you answer your name well and true, wipe your brow and say: "oh phew!"
But if you avoid the truth, ask for proof,
my dear friend you're nothing but a right sodding, lying coof((Fool)).
For all those who live this life, looking for joy and peace without Jefferson's ungodly strife.
Ignore the beast,
ignore the fool,
Gods be good,
he speaks,
nothing,
except,
bull.
Someone left a quickly-scribbled note, obviously inspired by above standing writings.
Joy, fun they bring, all day, all night,
Each little hassle, every fight
For naught ! So soon forgotten.
Freedom for fools who live to cry
Enjoy their noise ! Fools never die
Rise, folly ! Ah, so rotten.
Slice down society at will,
Onwards to chaos, hail to kill
Nargun had thee begotten.
