An Invitation.

[Dihydrogen Monoxide]

Recently made leaflets and brochures have been popping up in all the major cities in the Valley; some have been posted near or on the doors of businesses, whereas some dance in the wind along the ground, perhaps as refuse, all the while just waiting to be read by those passing by. They read as the following:

Do you question your life?

Do you wonder what use this day-to-day existence each of us endures?

Have your youthful dreams been trampled by necessity, and are those dreams now forever beyond your grasp?

Do you labor each day just to 'get by', only to wake again on the morrow to repeat another plodding day, a hallow husk of what you hoped to be and do?

The Obsidian Order wishes to share something meaningful with those who find these questions mirroring their own lives; for The Order holds the secrets to self-improvement.

Join us, and be special. Join our elite mission.

We can teach you special power; personal power.

With each passing moment, the end draws nigh - time is running out!

This is the only chance; the one true chance to make a difference in your life. Tarry not; for the ultimate control of one's destiny is a burning urgency!

Join us. Fulfill your dreams. Seek our Black Cardinal for further details.

[FoogooFish]

During one of her many patrols, Emiliana happens across one of the leaflets. The Legionnaire arcs a slender eyebrow while reading the words upon the parchment. "Black Cardinal...?" she queries to no one in particular, although she makes no effort to muffle her voice. "Elite mission? Well, that certainly sounds... interesting."

A contemplative look flickers across her visage; the young woman then neatly folds the leaflet and tucks it into a pocket of her belt.

[roguethree]

From the shadowed depth of a black hood, azure eyes flecked with luminous gold flit over the words of the leaflet. A gloved hand tears the leaflet free from its post.

[Dr.Whodat]

a bearded stranger walks through the nearly vacant streat, noting a post blowing against the wall of a shop. picking it up he looks it over. reading and rereading to see if there is a time mentioned or a location to meet. then dicarding it.

[Dihydrogen Monoxide]

Rumors spread like wildfire from the Exigo trading house; recently, a dark-armored masked man referring to himself as 'The Black Cardinal' had a rather interesting dispute with a Valley adventurer local.

The masked man offered the adventurer one of the many available leaflets, which he aptly declined. The 'Black Cardinal' mentioned a public sermon to be held within the next tenday, no further details were given. The identity of the man behind the mask is still unknown; though one can only wonder by the menacing and foreboding way he speaks..