Tatterd postings

[Subal]

Written on parchment posted all over part of the City late this night.

"The True Hiers to Sundren will no longer sit quietly. We have tried diplomacy , Our talks have gone no where. We have tried Reasoning with you, Our words have fallen on Deaf ears. People of Sundren your leadership has chosen its path, They choose war. The Veritas will no longer sit quiet and let our land be ruined by a Those who control it now. We have just begun our attacks. The Military ward Burning is just the beginning, Those who wish to serve the legion, will die with the legion."

Gromlin Onxylum
Captain Veritas Syndicate

For the True Hiers!

[FoogooFish]

In the morning, a young blonde Legionnaire exits the Sundren Comfort Inn and is greeted by the sight of one of the stealthily-placed parchments. Her eyes narrow as she reads the words upon it, and she is heard to grumble the following statement: "I would rather die with the Legion than to live as a cowardly rebel."

[Anrilor]

Sarya walks out of the Exigo Headquarters smelling the burning air and sighs at the sight of the post. "More war, more coin for the mercenaries, but how far can we stretch before everything crumbles to pieces? is not the Luskan war enough to unite these people?"

[Talleyman99]

The hooded Man stops reading one of the posters then grin's amused at it's bold words. "Please fight with each other, while the luskins knock at your door. You only make yourself easy pickings for the black hand *the vampire chuckles* The blood will flow that all that maters to me."

[AsuraKing]

Cruven reads the the threatening letter.

It's about damn time...

He grins to himself and heads off

[Silas North]

*Armed with a bard's quick writing hand, a feather pen, an easily transportable inkwell, and a proper disguise, Osclow makes his way quickly to various posters writing his own little indentations*

"The True Hiers to Sundren will no longer sit quietly (Because we were so peaceful before). We have tried diplomacy (by blowing up your buildings and attacking random people) , Our talks have gone no where (so we blew up more buildings). We have tried Reasoning with you (by killing your children), Our words have fallen on Deaf ears (and severed heads). People of Sundren your leadership has chosen its path, They choose war (instead of bending over like they should). The Veritas will no longer sit quiet and let our land be ruined by a Those who control it now (We want to ruin it OUR way dammit). We have just begun our attacks. The Military ward Burning is just the beginning, (your baby's crib is next) Those who wish to serve the legion, will die with the legion." (We've decided we like acting like the Black Hand that almost wiped us out and that members of the Legion actually saved us from)

Gromlin Onxylum (*next to this is a rather purposely crude drawing of a horned dwarf with a V on his chest, bloody axes in both hands, and a crazy look in his eyes. There are other variations on different posters*)
Captain Veritas Syndicate

For the True Hiers!

[Subal]

Gromlin gets a look at the pic...and thinks his horns arent big enough...

[Sir Kharn]

Reading the parchment the cloaked dwarf shakes his head sadly. "So much death from one of the kin" he remarks softly, "The souls of the dead cry out for vengeance, who will bring it i wonder?". With that the dwarf turns and continues on his way.

[Tornik]

-(Norian Strummer) Norian walks up to one of the notes and reads it. "Ugh, well they can't possibly mean that they'd burn down the taverns too. I mean it just wouldn't be right? Oo' could do such a thing? I mean a military ward, sure. Takin' on the oppression at it's source. Owever' twas a bit extreme for my taste. Either way if they burn down the pubs and taverns the damn rebels are gonna ave' me pissed and sober shoving my sword down their throats!"

-(Duke Sterling) The gruff man eyes the note. After reading it the man cocks his head and puts his cigarette out on the parchment. He then says, "Looks like things are... heating up." After which his eyes squint and he lights another cigarette.

[ThePaganKing]

Taryl Grim walks down the lane towards the Blackwood Company Headquarters and spies a group of people reading something posted on a board. He saunters up and pushes his way to the front.

"Hey ya peasant," Taryl says to a knocked kneed badly dressed stable hand, "git down on yer hands and knees so's I can climb up and see what der is ta see."

Taryl clims upon the man's back and reads the posting.

"Well now, hehe, it seems dat war is coming from bot directions and we is gonna make some real good coin!"

Taryl smiles to himself, climbs down, gives the stable boy a copper coin, and then walks into the Blackwood, chuckling all the while.

[Urithrand]

Locke reads the sign with narrowed eyes, shaking his head with irritation. "We will have to take care of this... Gromlin. None should strive to be feared more than the lord Bane."

With this he hobbles away, homunculus in tow, quivering in annoyance.