*Mayu steps up to the board, lifting the parchment and placing it there before turning and walking away, falling to peices as she moves.*
The Sanguine Sisterhood
Magi_Siani
First Post
*pauses in her cleaning to peer at the message*
"People of *Oerth*? You'd think Oerik, or the Flanaess would do for a start. "
*shakes head*
"As if we haven't dealt with the likes of Iuz, the Horned Society, the Scarlet Brotherhood, the Pomarj, and the Great Kingdom and its...successors. What's one more bunch? Always coming in from the outside thinking its the same as where they come from. Oh well."
*looks at the missive again*
"Blood sisterhood hmmm? Wonder if they've any connection to the Brotherhood?"
*sighs and returns to her cleaning*
"People of *Oerth*? You'd think Oerik, or the Flanaess would do for a start. "
*shakes head*
"As if we haven't dealt with the likes of Iuz, the Horned Society, the Scarlet Brotherhood, the Pomarj, and the Great Kingdom and its...successors. What's one more bunch? Always coming in from the outside thinking its the same as where they come from. Oh well."
*looks at the missive again*
"Blood sisterhood hmmm? Wonder if they've any connection to the Brotherhood?"
*sighs and returns to her cleaning*
Babylon Logos
First Post
*A young elven woman peruses the bullitens, reading them one by one, her line ending at this. A grin passes her lips before she retrieves a pen and parchment nearby, scribing her own reply in a smooth script.*
Do you have any idea how many have attempted the feat you set upon yourself? Just look back at the history of these lands and determine how well you will do from there. Nevermind that you jump straight to world domination, why not start smaller, like a hamlet, or hells, a small kingdom before moving on to a full realm.
*The elven woman tacks her response onto the bottom of the threat, adding her signature as an afterthought, an obvious afterthought.*
Truely,
Babylon Logos
Do you have any idea how many have attempted the feat you set upon yourself? Just look back at the history of these lands and determine how well you will do from there. Nevermind that you jump straight to world domination, why not start smaller, like a hamlet, or hells, a small kingdom before moving on to a full realm.
*The elven woman tacks her response onto the bottom of the threat, adding her signature as an afterthought, an obvious afterthought.*
Truely,
Babylon Logos
Skylyne_Moonweave
First Post
*Sky wanders by, perusing the notices when she happens upon this one. She reads, snickering, moreso at her own thoughts.*
Oh, please! The way you speak, you couldn't even conquer your own backyard!
*She meanders away, giggling every so often...*
Oh, please! The way you speak, you couldn't even conquer your own backyard!
*She meanders away, giggling every so often...*
Cloaked Woman
First Post
*passes by the board, but slows to read this particular notice*
hmmm... I find this very amusing... no actually it's pathetic that some group actually thinks they can take over here... I guess they don't realize who some of the warriors of this realm are.... fool... they will learn
*shakes head and continues on laughing*
hmmm... I find this very amusing... no actually it's pathetic that some group actually thinks they can take over here... I guess they don't realize who some of the warriors of this realm are.... fool... they will learn
*shakes head and continues on laughing*
Gwynnera
First Post
A beautiful young woman, swathed in white, with curls of sun-kissed honey, stops near the boards. Eyes of smokey hue trace the words quite carefully. Her face, like porcelain, remains for a time expressionless. Over and over, she reads the missive, then very softly speaks,
Her hand slips into the folds of her dress, and toward the belt hidden beneath them. A scroll is what she pulls out, although when she unrolls the parchment it is clear of any writing, magical or non-magical. With the tip of her index finger, she begins to scrawl a small missive...
Slender hands then pin the small missive to the board. It would have to suffice, stuck there with only a small hair-pin as an anchor. With a soft sigh, the woman departs as quietly as she came, leaving little more than the soft scent of hyacinth in her wake...
"Strange. Even the Shadow of Aryth gave no warning before His domination. I begin to wonder what this Sisterhood hopes to accomplish?"
Her hand slips into the folds of her dress, and toward the belt hidden beneath them. A scroll is what she pulls out, although when she unrolls the parchment it is clear of any writing, magical or non-magical. With the tip of her index finger, she begins to scrawl a small missive...
Thank you for your warning.
Slender hands then pin the small missive to the board. It would have to suffice, stuck there with only a small hair-pin as an anchor. With a soft sigh, the woman departs as quietly as she came, leaving little more than the soft scent of hyacinth in her wake...
The elf lady appears, in her strange ways, always robed in a dark cloak. Features less hidden now, a face presentable and hair of star-touched silver, a glint of moonlight against the darkness. She pens her reply...
Petty blood-sisters. You know there is not room enough for too many of you. Gather in a group, and shall the hunters but find your messy nest it will be the end of you.
There rests a familiar signature...
Ariel N.
Petty blood-sisters. You know there is not room enough for too many of you. Gather in a group, and shall the hunters but find your messy nest it will be the end of you.
There rests a familiar signature...
Ariel N.
Walks along the tavern to the boards, pausing to sip her wine as she reads these notices. A smirk suddenly graces her lips, a hint of mischief in her eyes once she finishes reading.
o O(mmmmm, I love the smell of choas in the morning. Highly, highly amusing. I wonder how many others have passed by and thought this notice put up by some one suffering simple insanity....)
She sips her wine again, purring as she enjoys the taste. Then with a laugh she turns and walks away, oddly without touching the boards a symbol slowly appears just under the last notice...
o O(mmmmm, I love the smell of choas in the morning. Highly, highly amusing. I wonder how many others have passed by and thought this notice put up by some one suffering simple insanity....)
She sips her wine again, purring as she enjoys the taste. Then with a laugh she turns and walks away, oddly without touching the boards a symbol slowly appears just under the last notice...
*paces up to the board, looking over the replies with some amusement in her half opens eyes. She smirks some and raises her hand which holds a small message which she then places on the board beside the symbol.*
Your stupidity is forever, but in time your ignorance can be fixed.
*she falls to pieces, fading as the pieces hit the floor.*
Your stupidity is forever, but in time your ignorance can be fixed.
*she falls to pieces, fading as the pieces hit the floor.*
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