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Willum runs into town dodging all guards and staying hidden in bushes. He take some patchment and chalk and scibles this

"To all out laws or out casts, I Willum Wildthorn beg thee to sent me a dove. I have been i this wilderness for a while and i am sure some others have also been casted out of town and other places. So I ask thee to send me a dove so that we may talk, alone we are weak but together we are strong. Perhaps we can make our own home."

~Willum Wildthorn~

Willum stabs the partchment to the wall and runs as fast as he can out of town

Darkness,, the moon is clouded and the streets are clear. A perfect night for those whom dont wish to be seen.

A figure shrouded by a dark cloak walks confidently down the street of trolls bane and makes hes way to the notice board, reading the message posted by the halfling willum he tuts silently under hes breath and pulls a quill from hes pouch and responds.

Willum, you write well it seems. Bide your time my small friend, as the night is my brother, my return to this town to finish unfinished task's draws near.

Reverence

A child run up to the town boards and pins a note to it
Should you "Outcasts" require help I shall give it. Should you acquire land, I will be willing to pay for all your building costs.
~~Arkadia~~

I am indeed thankfull for your help m'lady. This I hope the town guards read, "This is not a method of war nor is it a guild. Please leave me and any one eles who joins alone, this is a peacefull cause to get the homeless a home. So if you would be so kind to leave this venture alone I would be very gratefull."

Innar reads the board, and laughs loudly



Sir Willum,

Lyrenzia doesent care about the homeless. If they did, you'd be welcome in town like the rest of its "citizens".

Its entirely likely you'll be hunted down and hanged for trying to make a "peacefull" home.

~Absech

Absech

A name i have not heard before, how would it be that a man such as yourself has such in depth knowledge of the way Lyrenzia think, could it not be that Lyrenzia have a reason for banning these ' Citizens ' in the first place?

The homeless and the outcasts i would say come under two different catagories.

Aristeaus

The outcasts are without a home thus me using the term homeless.
If society will not accept me and the others then I will. I will help them make a home for them selfs if trolesbane wishes to stop me and my freinds I say they have no right.

Thank you for your kind words Quin .......if I had a second chance I would not waste it but it seems I might never get the second chance.

Someone clad in a greenish cloak, to avoid being recognized again. He quickly sticks a pre-made note with the rest

Ah, it seems this plan has great potential. I myself shall help the rest, in achieving their "goal". I sure do hope the nice towngaurd won't leave the place they are supposed to protect, and try to drive us away. We all know what happened in the past ofcourse. But, regardless of that, we shall try.
And, not to forget, we might need more investors like Arkadia. Rich people tend to be able to do more things, or is it just me. And, ofcourse, someone to lead the operation. Suggestions and ideas enough, let's shape them to actual reality. It was wonderfull posting once again on our most beloved town wall, which most regrettable I do not have access to the entire time. Or am I wrong in this, Gwynnether, if you ever read this.
Sincerely, and with my best blessings to all the elves and ofcourse lizards on this island,

~Misjbar~

He quickly sneaks away past the walls, trying to make sure he makes as little sound as he can

Aristeaus,

I am one who has chosen to remain hidden, rather then make futile attempts to save lives.

I know people like lyrenzia, I used to be like them once. Not anymore, however.

Also, Willum If you want something governmental killed, drop me a dove.


~Absech

Marks a V on the paper


V

Please if there are any other outlaws or out casts that have not already contacted me please do so.

He hates it, but it has to be done. One time every month he visits this strange settlement they call Trolls Bane. Why do they build these cold and stony huts, to keep away the spirits of nature? How can a living being exists in such a weird place? he whispers to himself. He enters Eliza's shop, trades his few goods and leaves as quick as possible. But this time he recognize a message about some out casts, who wants to gather in his wilderness. He spits on the pieces of paper and turns away in anger.