Live and let die.

[deepshades]

Posted up around the outskirts of Sundren City as well as the Forest Border Camp, Exigo camp and just about anywhere else.. a small, simple poster that reads as follows.

I Sylloven, no longer prey on those who do not wish it. I ask only to be left alone. If paladins and clerics feel they must threaten or attack me when I have not provoked in the slightest, then I will go to great lengths to harm your loved ones until you leave me alone.

I promise this.

The Vampire Sylloven.

[Machiavelli]

Seeing the poster, Malaclypse chuckles to himself.

"Silly little girl, you should really have thought of that earlier."

He walks off shaking his head at the immense stupidity of it all.

[Garidas]

Galiana sees the poster "Great! Now I don't have to hear more of vampires all day." and walks away.

[GodBeastX]

Spree, the spirit guide, studies over the poster, making careful sense of the writing. She nods her head along with the words before finally saying,

"What all dis 'ere say ta me?!?!"

It is apparent she cannot read common.

[JourneyOfDreams]

*Reads the parchment and tilts his head for a moment, thinking*

A hunter of the night that preys upon mortal lives.. with feelings? The next thing will be that this Sylloven will begin to pay tax and join the Sundren guards? This might be the jest of all times or a very interesting tale..

*Aylan smiles and walks away, intent on knowing more about this vampire*

- Aylan Echfend, Bard and herald for hire.

[rustediron]

*Val Evra spots one of the posters and finishes reading it, then grins*
This only applies to clerics and paladins right?

[Krya Flacongrace]

*Val Evra spots one of the posters and finishes reading it, then grins*
This only applies to clerics and paladins right?

Rangus Sees Val in the distance "I wants a quiet word with him" he mutters to himself

[ThePaganKing]

Salagar moves up to the poster, looking for a barrel to jump on so he can read the poster. "why don't humans ever think of height when they post these things?" He sees a fat human walking by, slyly trips him, then jumps on his back to read the poster. "stop squirming or I will take one of your ears you fat little man," Salagar says while chuckling.

Salagar reads the poster and smiles. "Well, the attractive vampire wants to be left alone, that is very interesting. I wonder where she is now, I am sure she didn't mean me?"

Salagar then peers down at the fat little man, jumps off his back, and flips him a stag as he saunters off.

[Xanderleo]

*Sigrun walks in into the Exigo Trading post and sees the notice*

*After reading it, he raises an eyebrow in annoyance and looks around the room to see if there's some joke he's been left out of*

"Careful wording..."

*Sigrun pricks his finger, and with the blood underlines the phrase:* "those who do not wish it"

*Mumbling to himself as he leaves* "The problem is, there are too many who do."

[wangxiuming]

Your kind will fall, undead thing ... and I will be there to enjoy it.

[aleksei_aiden]

Tiberias strides into the forest border encampment, and eyed the parchment written by sylloven. His brow twitched over his left eye, and he casually closed it. The blue green eyes flicked over the parchment, while he fumbled with a waterskin at his belt. He drew it up to the corner of his mouth, opening it lazily, and poured the contents into his mouth.

He swished the water from the waterskin around in his mouth, and swallowed. He had a nasty taste in his mouth after reading the parchment and it's details. He brought a finger over the underlining of blood on the parchment. His brow rose in suspicion. "Looks like someone be feelin' tha' same weh."

Tiberias placed the waterskin back, and looked the parchment over once more. "Well, this will complicate things...but onleh slightly." He grunted, his lips level and his face shown a brooding look. He brought his right hand to his chin, scratching his unkempt stubble in thought. He strode off into the Viridale, still in thought as he walked.

"Vereh curiahs behavioh..." His eye glanced to the ground, unlocking his composite longbow in such an orderly and unthoughtful process, one could surmise it was second nature. His left hand grasped the bow handle, his eye on the ground for moments at a time while he crouched slightly, slumping his shoulders to lower his center of gravity. He passed through the gates, and moved along the path into the Viridale Forest.

A good hunt indeed...

[Syrophir]

While sitting in the shadows at a place, the location of which doesn't matter that much, a small piece of paper ends right to the hand of a wanderer known as Azylphiros.
"Oh, what Akadi has brought for me at this time?", he asks from himself.
*takes a closer look to this particular piece of paper*
He notices the text written on the paper and reads it through, though not letting it bother him that much.
"Eventually this won't change a thing..", he mutters.
*closes his eyes for a moment and keeps on thinking about it and nods for himself after coming to a some sort of conclusion*
Soon he feels a smooth wind rising and while it's slowly trying to get a grasp of this paper, he lightens the grasp of his own.

[Mot Dab]

*Rulir reads intently looking for anwsers that aren't there* Very interesting... those who do not wish it... *continues to mumble as he continues to the hills*

[GodBeastX]

A soldier walking by rips down the note and steps it into the mud.

" 'Oo in da nine hells cares. "