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A parchment appears on the wall by the front door held in place by a ritual bone knife. A shadow is all anyone can recall leaving.

This publication is to teach the truth. One which has been denied far to long. Most of what you are told about Moshran is a lie. I will teach the truth.

First it is true moshran is strict on failure and does seek the strong. But why you might ask. Well he needs the strong and faithful to battle through the lies that have been told for countless of years. What lie you might ask. Well listen well for I shall explain. Moshran is not the evil war monster you are lead to believe. In fact he is a saviour to man kind. Because of this heroic sacrifice the other gods got jealous. Instead of allowing the people to celebrate this sacrifice they decided to make him feared and hated. So to instill fear during the month dedicated to him which is only a few days. The gods would realease hordes of monsters making people think moshran was evil. And what did not help his cause the courption of man. Many came to moshran for power. He granted them this power in hopes they would speak the truth. Instead they where weak and used this power for their own gain. These false prophets helped instill a lie. So people of illarion be prepared and open to hear the truth. Followers of moshran turn away from the lie and listen to the truth. False prophets of moshran be prepared to be punished for your lies against the Father.

The Knight of Moshran.

After prancing toward the Hemp Necktie Inn for his daily cocktail of red wine and apple cider vinegar, holding a black thistle proudly to his nose and snorting it with glee, Jefferson happens upon the parchment on his arrival.

"Well spank my arse and call me charlie!" Jeff wails, kneeling on the ground now and looking up to read the parchment in some kind of mock grand gesture.

"This really has me convinced..." He grumbles, throwing the black thistle away before rubbing his scarred hands over his face.

"But... But... Where are the pictures!"

Arising quickly to his feet post read, he pretends a dramatic sob. After a few minutes he spits a globby goop of flem on the parchment before heading inside for his drink, making sure to high five all the patrons before he reaches the bar stool.

"Alright, come one, come one, show me, show me You human bastard!" the intocicated halfling shouts and, to Tyan's discontent, spits at him. He throws his hand down, but the halfling beats it, followed by a wicked giggle. The pile of coins in front of Tyan was small enough already, but even more is moved over to the other players now. "Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose.", Tyan offers the halfling with a grin. "Don't count your chickens before they are hatched." Coins are moved over when he spots the pale figure joining the tavern, exaggeratively greeting the other patrons who'd have it. He gazes over, trying not to make direct eye contact, as he is certain he knows the man - and thus the man may know him. In the meantime, he's dealt new cards. A Don and a Raptor. He meets the raise of the other players.
Tyan's gaze follows the man who makes some pun about the messages that have been put out. Funny words. Underdogs have always had a certain lure. But some truths were simply just what they were, and proclaiming the one enemy of the gods was actually the victim wouldn't change hard facts, unless one was a fanatic. Creeds were so strong they could mislead or even break the men following them. Two new cards were dealt. Two Raptors. Tyan kept watching the pale man at the bar, as he recognitzed him now. Gray. How fitting. Tyan throws done a few coins, aware of his three of a kind but also of the risk. He remembers Jefferson's and his' encounter in Cadomyr, a friendly duel when the dagger champion from Gobaith faced him back then, when Tyan used to be just an apparatus defeating all those remnants from the remote island, showing them their place in the new world. 'Times and places change, always', he thought 'Don't fret about it. Only the one who keeps adapting will win the game, and the one who thinks building castles, or anything that lasts, will be sieged, sooner or later.'

Another card is dealed. Cherga. A god card, your ace. Three of a kind is a good hand. But not good enough. Do people make decisions more often underestimating their own strength, or overestimating it? And he remembers something Jefferson told him once, a phrase he had offered Tyan before he'd took off all those years ago. "When something is too good to be true, it probably isn't." It had kind of stuck, still echoeing in his mind. And yet it reminded him of the fleetingsness of things.

He left the table that night, not showing his cards. He'd lost anyways, all the odds were against him. He had three of a kind, but his enemy had a Straight.

In the early morning a halfling appears and places a parchment near the front door of the inn. If questioned. The halfling tells of a giant figure fully armored and cloaked in all black. He never said a word. But this same figure years ago saved my life. So when he asked the halfling to deliver this parchment the inn the halfling didn't question it.

They truth is out there. But the world.heart is not ready to hear it. I shall return to teach those that are ready to listen until that time. Be aware of the lies that cover up the truth.

The Knight of Moshran

A dwarf can be seen placing parchments in all three relms. If questioned she tells them her saviour asked her to deliver these no questions asked. She describes this person as a tall figure clad in all black armor and wearing a black cloak.


I tried to teach the truth but only a few would listen. I noticed today as I was teaching to one in cadomyr that we saw a false prophet of moshran leading some beast to the teleporter and leaving. I explained to my pupil you see moshran does not help him. And with this my pupil is starting to understand will he want to learn more we shall see. Then the next day I hear of the same thing happening in runewick. From another seeker of the truth. Soon all will see the truth and know that moshran sacrificed himself for you and the other gods became jealous. And they are the ones that keep you trapped in a web of lies. If they are innocent of this travesty then why do people suffer.

The Knight of Moshran