*A young man approachs, leading a young lady with him. His eyes are set on this topic. He shakes his head once, and begins to scribe his words.*
First off, I have one simple thing to say. This is the largest load to have passed my attention since I heard an Orc claiming Gruumsh to be the ultimate deity. Your league is bringing a bad name to all
RESPECTABLE Slayers to visit this tavern, and even to those whom to do not.
The absolute destruction of any race. No matter what they be creates an unfathomable disruption to the delicate balance that maintains the multiverse. While I can agree, Vampires do need to be controlled. The outright destruction of them is something that no Slayer would ever call for. Vampires and Lycanthropes are the very lifeblood of our profession, to obliterate either one would end our very-way of life.
You claim yourself to be looking out for the best interests of mortals, but in reality . . . How are you viewing this as best. You are calling for the destruction of a culture. While they no longer live as we do, Leeches are no less deservent of their fair chance to survive as they must.
*His writing trails a bit, ink splatters here and there as his discusses something with his lady friend. It begins again in fresh ink.*
I wish you to think upon something closesly. You are calling for a complete
culling of a populace. How does that make you any different from those you hunt? Any decent Slayer will stand in your path of destruction. We can not allow you to destroy a culture tht honestly, even the most knowledgable of Slayers knows so little about.
Further, to call any in your little league a Slayer . . . Is nothing more than an insult. You can not set yourself above a Vampire with a call for their extermination. Not only is your call an insult to Hunters, but to the Vampiric kind. And since one insult deserves kind, all I can say is that this call has not only made me feel as though my intelligence has dropped by reading it, but by making such a call, your intelligence must have dropped to a point where the lowiest of zombies should be able to outwit you.
I pray you end this path, before the members of this wrong-minded league find themselves needed ashed themselves.
*beneath his writings is a defined signature in a well practiced script. At the end of his name is a rough sketch of a single arrow.*
Lion d'Arghast, Hunter, Priest of Solonor Thelandira.
*He passes his pen to the lady with him. She smiles and signs beneath his name. Her script flowing with a rough elegance.*
Elly DeVille, Huntress
*After the final name is added, the man takes the post and draws a few short runes with a murmer. The runes shine softly to draw a little attention. The man sighs and pens and extra bit onto the end.*
For those unseeing of the original text, I give this.
*He quickly jots out the original text, minus the annoying runes.*
Good folks of the living community,
A few good folks have come together to find and slay every vampire in exsistance. Though our goal sounds impossible, we have come across some information on secret weaknesses that very few have taken into account. The League of Darkness is looking for new slayers all the time, working either just to kill the parasites of humanity, or if you seak gold, we guarentee you will get what you are after.
May the evils fall
*The man gives a satisfied nod and takes up the paper before leading his compatriot away.*