For Honor, For Sundren!

[Cornuto]

Legionaires in small groups place the following poster on walls throughout the City and Exigo trade camps:

[Duerric]

In the deep night small person carefully approaches one of the posters. The gnome takes the ink and quickly improves the poster: "P-P-Pigs!", he says to himself and with snivelling cowardly runs away.

[joker]

Well after midnight a shadowy figure approaches one of the posters. He crosses out one word and quickly writes a word over it. Soon after he vanishes back into the shadows.

[Acruied]

A silver haired warrior passed by one of the vandalized posters, mummuring a musing tone to herself.

"Curious. Those responsible happends to have a mind of a child's. Legions should have little concern to their enemies apparently lacking adult supervision or maturity."

[Lanemeyer]

The Red Blade soldier walks by and removes the vandalized posters. She sighs and posts new ones on their spot.

"They call us pigs... I wonder what would be of them without our protection..."

[Peridan]

As Peridan walks by, he snorts in laughter at the posters, vandalized as they are, before the Red Blade removed them.

"Someone has a high opinion of themselves."

[Azulfae]

Juggra rummages through a trash barrel after a good morning of drinking, that followed on after a good night of drinking before hand. He stuffs bits of old food into his orcan face and wipes something brown and smelly from his cheek with a bit of screwed up paper.

As he sits down next to the trash barrel to watch the sun come up over the spine of the world mountains he looks down at the piece of paper and smiles.

"Huh huh... huh huh! HUHUHUHUHHHHUUUUHHHHUU!!!!"

He laughs deleriously.

"Huh Huh Huh! Oink oink! Piggies! Oink! Squeeeeeeeeel! Huh Huh! Huh! oink!

I likes piggies I does...

Oh, hang ond! I is can be a PIGGAY!"

With that he falls asleep for all of 2 minutes until a legionaire kicks him in the nuts.

"Wake up snout!

You wanna be a soldier boy?"

Juggra vomits down his front

"Yupp..."

[Silas North]

*the bard's hand raises from the layer of two parchments, the spell's completion burning the image of the poster onto the sheet below it. The beakers around him bubble of inks and various other formula, rattling slightly with the opening of the large wooden door and a Legionaire poking his head within.*

"Those damn vandals seem to have nothing better to do Os. We need another fifty copies if you don't mind."

*before an answer or even much of a reaction could be given, the Legionaire departs, bringing a light clinking of the glass beakers once more. The bard merely sighs as he gathers another thick stack of parchment*

"I never should have told them I knew how to do this... Deneir, why do you test me?"