Colibrus is coming...

[Mako]

*Weigraf enters the peaceful campsite in the seclusion of night. No others are around at this time. The master made sure of it. Secrecy is critical...*

Smiling through freshly sharpened fangs he posts a note to the bulletin board in the camp: "Be warned, people. The father of vampires has entered Sundren and while pleased by the Vampire Nation, more will join the nation...you have been warned."

*The note appears to be written in human blood*

*He smiles again showing his terrible fangs and walks off into the night.*

[atticlight]

Jullian Cross and Arawn Annuvin read the words with a hint of dire amusement, and soon after, another note tacked with a wooden stake to the bottom can be found - its script a flowing cursive in simple, black ink.




'We Own the Night'




And beneath this, a set of jet black Balanced Weights...

the symbol of Kelemvor.

[TheBrogueadier]

Another little note is added to the posters.

"Actually, I think you'll find that we own the night and you're all merely sub-letting

Lots of love. X."

[AsuraKing]

Cruven walks up and reads the notes and starts laughing to himself

"Now why would I take a warning from a fool too scared to give us that warning in person..."

He pulls out a sheet of parchment and writes his own note

We'll heed your damn warning the day you blood-suckers get the balls to face us head on. As of now your just a bunch of cowardly dogs hiding in the shadows never attacking your enemy like true warriors, you want us to heed your warning? Then come show us you can fight like warriors and not like the cowardly maggots you are.

Under the writing there is no signature, just a symbol of Garagos.

[Mako]

Cruven walks up and reads the notes and starts laughing to himself

"Now why would I take a warning from a fool too scared to give us that warning in person..."

He pulls out a sheet of parchment and writes his own note

We'll heed your damn warning the day you blood-suckers get the balls to face us head on. As of now your just a bunch of cowardly dogs hiding in the shadows never attacking your enemy like true warriors, you want us to heed your warning? Then come show us you can fight like warriors and not like the cowardly maggots you are.

Under the writing there is no signature, just a symbol of Garagos.

*Reads the note in the dark of night*

"Garagos? Ah, but the blood of this one will be fresh indeed!"

*crumples up the series of notes and draws the symbol of Colibrus where the notes were posted in human blood, then vanishes into the night*

[Fezzik]

Just before the dawn, when the shadows are at their deepest, a stake is driven into the heart of the Symbol of Colibrus... carved on its side, two small crossed short swords. And a whispered disembodied voice except for those with exceptional eyesight.

"Dream on freaks."

[Crimson-Light]

A dark, scary looking man manages to read the message at night, using a divine light. He smiles as he passes through the comments, and walks away.

I shall join them, and all of the fools, the weaklings and the naïve people of Sundren will sink toward death, or will embrace the Dark Father's path.

As he leaves the place, the laughtings of a mad man can be heard from afar.

[Kajae]

In the gloom of night, a seething drunk stumbles by the billboard and simultaneously uses it as a source of social enlightenment and a bracing beam. He spends a few blurry moments clearing his vision after emptying his dinner onto a slip of parchment advertising a Clearance Sale, Half Off!, and leans forward to read the note.

With something halfway between a laugh and a yelp, he pulls a lump of charcoal from some gruesome fold in his clothing and scrawls all across the notice, in a large, heavy hand,

Boggs woz hear

before stumbling back down along the road.

[grant]

A small note in a flowing elegant hand is posted.

Your master has chosen the wrong patron. You and he must repent,beg forgiveness and serve she who's cloak encircles the world every night and prevents you from burning in the harsh light of day. To do otherwise, is true death.

O

[The Almight Red]

*Vern Acular, a halfling of small stature, gasps as he reads the last message.*

Such elegant writing! A travesty!

*He quickly corrects it.*

Your master has chosen the wrong patron. You and he must repent, beg forgiveness and serve she whose cloak encircles the world every night and prevents you from burning in the harsh light of day. To do otherwise, is true death.

We can't let those nasty vampires think we have poor grammar!

*With a satisfied nod, and knowing his work was done, he saunters on his way.*

[GodBeastX]

// Nothing like everybody responding to doom messages with ill concern.
// I'm sure all the peasants who are victims of vampires are grateful to the heroes who find their plight laughable

[Sir Kharn]

Kharn Brokenanvil pauses for a few moments as he reads the message. He pulls out the crescent bladed Sentinel Axe, the brass of the blade gleaming in the sunlight with holy power, "Your time comes vermin, by the grace of Gorm i swear it!". With axe in hand he turns and continues on his patrol.

[Subal]

Brimlor Rockbottom reads the posting and simply sighs. "Seems we will need more of the Doomguides then ever before, i shall speak to the council to see what aid we can begin to gather for the comming onslaught". With this Brimlor continues to head towards the burial grounds to begin cleansing the evil within.

[BedlamX]

A tall man dressed all in black slides out of the shadows to view the post. His shadowy gray eyes carefully read the notice and his face contorts into a scowl beneath the black mask. His voice is soft and raspy.

"Vile creatures of death preying upon the living. They shall face Judgement."

With those few murmered words, the man in black fades back into the shadows.

[BattlePixie]

As the last light of day prepares to depart, leaving the world cloaked in long shadows, a woman can be seen lounging under a tree in view of the campfire. Her wide brimmed hat conceals the amused grin gracing her visage as dexterous fingers tease out soothing notes from the lute across her lap.

"They have cast their die, their fate is sealed and all that remains is what has already been fortold. Who will they turn to when their brood stands on the precipice and looks into the black I wonder?" she muses to herself.

"Disturb me when something interesting happens" she says more to herself than anyone else.