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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.

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 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...*))

(( did not mention it was still stuck to the wall... READING THE THING was everything i wrote. But thank you anyway. ))

Thalodos walks up and repins the notes to the wall, using a small pin.

It is a shame to hear of this news. Perhaps an elven burial should be arranged for him.

Damien, an elder is an old aged elf, not a leader.

~Thalodos~

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

A large picture appears, scratched onto the inn door.

This i understand.. for the elder enlightened me

13 is the number of moshran...

there will be 13 victims, to please him...

Let us hope that he will die beforehand

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...

'13' is not the number of Moshran. I have no idea who let you believe that, but I find it rather disgracefull. And, while you are at it, I demand you never use the name Moshran again. It disgraces him.

~Misjbar Mehialho~
High Priest of the Synode

I heard it from the 8th victim... while we were discussing the vision in the well...

And should i not disgrace that which is disgraceful? evil in its purest form...

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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

My apologies Damien, i meant little offence. I merely defended the elf who is no longer able to stick up for himself.

Thalodos
~Archer of illar~

Of course. I would have done the same, if i listened to my instinct only. Does he have any known relatives ?

~Damien

I know little about him, i only saw him once.

~TA~

None that i know of.. he wasn't even a citizen of Vanima...

He was so old, his hair had greyed...

We shall weep for him nonetheless

Eliron
With him till his last moments

If his hair greyed, it was either color, or the use of magic.
We should find out about relatives first, and inform these quickly.

((del ooc))