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Hano takes to the streets setting himself up and calling those willing to listen - Taking care to sure that more than a few town criers were there to spread the word for those that could not attend. Despite his and the Triumvirate's loss of reputation... This must be done, the people must be warned, especially the adventurers of Sundren.
Drawing in a long breath he begins, "To those of you who may not have known, the Triumvirate has started, rather, continued their patrol on the roads leading to the Necropolis. With the Dark Advent's retreat from the Necropolis we wished to ensure that the roads were safe and that no new host would find their way into the Necropolis. However..." He trails off, turning a page. His eyes widen for a brief moment realizing that he couldn't read his own hand writing... "Tch... Need to remember to buy more Fox's Cunning potions."
Clearing his throat he places the papers down and speaks from memory. "One of our Brothers became a bit over-zealous in their efforts and charged into the Necropolis. Shortly after we formed a rescue team to investigate what might have become of our Brother. Noble Judicator, Tamryn Jorandur and myself were entitled to the task. After discovering what had become of our Brother - That he was not dead, but was indeed captured and held against his will by none other than Mestra Ill'Koresh - We understood this had become no simple task." He draws in a long breath looking to the crowd, analyzing their expressions before continuing.
"It was more than apparent that Tamryn and myself could not handle such a task on our own - Not with the involvement of Mestra and her coterie. With that said, we, thanks to the graces of Torm were found and aided by a group of adventurers that made their way into the Necropolis. The reasons they were there are unknown, but they were more than a blessing to our cause. Were it not for Pom the Gnome and his group of adventurers that fought at our side.. Or Sylleth the Ranger that promptly made his way to the Triumvirate for reinforcements..." He pauses with a dark expression, likely only to demonstrate the gravity of the situation.
"...We would not have been able to save our Brother in faith. However!" He pauses again to let the tension rise. "There were two amongst our group that secretly worked against us. Only until the end when we were faced with Mestra and our captured Brother did they reveal themselves." Taking his gauntlet he slams it against the podium in a fit of righteous fury. "Omnigalas and Dar'Kane! Traitors of the Triumvirate, allies of Bane! Not only did they side with Mestra Ill'Koresh, but even attempted to kill the Brother we wished to save! While he was severely wounded and fatigued - Naked and weaponless! Thanks to the might and protection of Torm, he lives and has made a full recovery in our Temple... However the traitors live as well! The Bane-bowers!" Not even realizing Osclow's influence on his choice of words, far too lost in his cries for justice he steps from the podium pacing around looking to each one of them, trying to contain his anger.
"We will not stand for this! Not the Triumvirate or the people! This treachery must be met with justice - Tyr's judgment! We have provided posters listing their descriptions and they will shortly be posted throughout town. Be warned, though, that they will likely change appearance or mask their face. Be wary of anyone and I do mean anyone that dons black armor, or refuses to reveal his face. They might try to elude our eyes, but they will not escape Tyr's judgment!"
Drawing in a long breath he begins, "To those of you who may not have known, the Triumvirate has started, rather, continued their patrol on the roads leading to the Necropolis. With the Dark Advent's retreat from the Necropolis we wished to ensure that the roads were safe and that no new host would find their way into the Necropolis. However..." He trails off, turning a page. His eyes widen for a brief moment realizing that he couldn't read his own hand writing... "Tch... Need to remember to buy more Fox's Cunning potions."
Clearing his throat he places the papers down and speaks from memory. "One of our Brothers became a bit over-zealous in their efforts and charged into the Necropolis. Shortly after we formed a rescue team to investigate what might have become of our Brother. Noble Judicator, Tamryn Jorandur and myself were entitled to the task. After discovering what had become of our Brother - That he was not dead, but was indeed captured and held against his will by none other than Mestra Ill'Koresh - We understood this had become no simple task." He draws in a long breath looking to the crowd, analyzing their expressions before continuing.
"It was more than apparent that Tamryn and myself could not handle such a task on our own - Not with the involvement of Mestra and her coterie. With that said, we, thanks to the graces of Torm were found and aided by a group of adventurers that made their way into the Necropolis. The reasons they were there are unknown, but they were more than a blessing to our cause. Were it not for Pom the Gnome and his group of adventurers that fought at our side.. Or Sylleth the Ranger that promptly made his way to the Triumvirate for reinforcements..." He pauses with a dark expression, likely only to demonstrate the gravity of the situation.
"...We would not have been able to save our Brother in faith. However!" He pauses again to let the tension rise. "There were two amongst our group that secretly worked against us. Only until the end when we were faced with Mestra and our captured Brother did they reveal themselves." Taking his gauntlet he slams it against the podium in a fit of righteous fury. "Omnigalas and Dar'Kane! Traitors of the Triumvirate, allies of Bane! Not only did they side with Mestra Ill'Koresh, but even attempted to kill the Brother we wished to save! While he was severely wounded and fatigued - Naked and weaponless! Thanks to the might and protection of Torm, he lives and has made a full recovery in our Temple... However the traitors live as well! The Bane-bowers!" Not even realizing Osclow's influence on his choice of words, far too lost in his cries for justice he steps from the podium pacing around looking to each one of them, trying to contain his anger.
"We will not stand for this! Not the Triumvirate or the people! This treachery must be met with justice - Tyr's judgment! We have provided posters listing their descriptions and they will shortly be posted throughout town. Be warned, though, that they will likely change appearance or mask their face. Be wary of anyone and I do mean anyone that dons black armor, or refuses to reveal his face. They might try to elude our eyes, but they will not escape Tyr's judgment!"