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Dribble walks out after posting under the bounty on his capture, and stops dead at this note. Lofting a brow, he sighs. . o O ( Well, this -is- unexpected. ) He ponders, and tacks a note under Tyrian's. You say you seek a truce, but you have made a move that would incite an open war. I won't...

Dribble looks at the message, and smirks. . o O ( Sure. If I really wanted people to believe it was an accident, I wouldn't especify that it is a warning. ) Rolling his eyes, he turns and strolls off.

Drogo quickly walks and tacks this note on the corkboard, before scurrying off. Lady Bhryn of Mount Celestia has suffered an accident, when she tried to attack a man because he claimed to be in love with her. After said man defended himself, this woman fell on the floor, presumbambly dead...

Dribble moves to the boards, and reads. . o O ( Stupid Drogo, I knew I shouldn't let him recruit people. Stupid Tall Folk, they are completly incompetant to kill someone else silently. ) Sighing, he moves out.

Dribble checks the corkboards. He lofts a brow at the note. . o O ( They prefer silence, yet they post in a public board, saying that they are assassins? Hm. At least they had the sense of not revealing themselves. I'm short of people... they might be useful. ) He qiuckly tacks a note of his own...

Drogo walks to the boards, looking intention to look if there have been any updates in the bounty on his head, when he sees Merle's note. . o O ( Dribble won't like this... ) He tacks one of his own, however, under it. Why, Merle the Watcher dares to judge us, when she never had the courage...

Dribble walks to check the corkboard, early in the morning, as he always does. He finds the note series, and smirks as he sees the topic. The he tacks a note of his own. I also have business with Ms. Elvina.I will not ask, but humbly beg you to tell me her location. The note is only signed...

Drogo moves to the corkboard, praying. He realizes that his prays are in vane as he spots the bounty note, and as he reads, his face turns red in anger. He quickly tacks one under it. Without provocation? I was attacked by the man! He tried to hug me, and through the witnesses didn't notice, he...

Nuh-uh. The youngest on ISRP here is ME. *sticks out tongue mockingly*

You know, I am not really sure if that could be considered "good"...

Well, one day I started my PC. There is no D&D or anything like it here at Argentina, so the only connection I had with it was the 1985 rule books my brother had bought when my family lived in Canada (still the only books I have.) So, I was wandering around the internet when I decided to google...

Well, now about the increasing number of Halflings around... :p

The figure, who now starts to return to that advertisement to check, after all, one answers could be many, reads. He scratches his chin, and tacks another note under Nicholaus's. Why, there is something we can't accept. We can't buy corpses, but we will be more than happy to hold any person you...

And happy new year from Argentina! Wow, feels odd being the only one around from there :p

Well, first time I make an useful post :p

What about a poetry contest?

A small, hooded figure casually walks by the Cage, and just by casuality sees the not, as he wouldn't check his propaganda posters for an answer. He lofts a brow, and quickly nails a note of his own. Why, Ghoul's Woundrous Dump of Holding buys everything, that including what you say, of course...

Many posters and fliers are posted around the City of Doors. They have a short text, accompained by the image of a leaf divided in two, the left part green, the right silver, and a large, purple hand behind. The text reads: ANNOUNCING: GHOUL'S WOUNDROUS DUMP OF HOLDING! Tired of walking around...

A rather short figure, covered completely with a dark cloak, moves to the boards. He quickly tacks a note on them, with a small knife. For the one named Thragg. We have some information we are sure you are interested in, for no price at all. Search for the one they call The Ghoul. The note is...