*In the dead of night...*

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*A hooded and cloaked figure, their face cowled, pins the notice upon the town square, before disappearing into the night. Upon closer inspection, the notice is not written on paper, but upon something similiar to vellum...yet not quite the same.*


Good men and women of Derwentshire, inhabitants of Exmead, know that the time of reckoning is at hand, and by your own strength, by your own will to survive, to prosper, to succeed, shall the shackles of oppression be thrown down from around your arms and ankles. Yet the holy warriors and voices of the Six, are the catalysts which hold the key to your freedom.

The blessings of the Lady Kreigon shall allow you to surpass all others, her will for you to strive, to excel, to survive and succeed in these dark times shall offer salvation. Salvation from the lies, the rhetoric, and false promises of the Light. The Lord Githas preaches personal success, heed his words, take note of his promises, why should you allow others to stand in your path? Why allow the so-called nobility to take from you what is rightfully yours? Be it coin, goods and sundries rightfully due to yourselves, to pay for a non-exsistent war?

My lady and her siblings offer you such gifts, such blessings beyond mortal ken. Take them, grant the Six your allegiance, grant them your hearts, your minds, your very souls and they shall reward your service with strength and cunning to break free from the monotonous, shackled existence which you currently lead.


Praise be to the Lady Kreigon, for her gifts of strength and cunning.
Praise be to the Lord Abraxis, forthe ruthlessness he bestows upon us.
Praise be to the Lord Githas, for the ambition that he so blesses us with.
Praise be to the Lady Fygol, for her gift of avarice.
Praise be to the Lady Bequifis, may your vengences be long and lingering.
Praise be to the Lord Seraklan, for lies which sow confusion amongst your foes.
Praise be to the Six and their eternal glory.

Brother Bernard Vo'Astor
Holy Warrior of the Gods.
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[Lily Phoenix]

*Lily walks up to the notice and reads. Her face contorts in disgust, and she removes the notice carefully and puts it away, walking off in the direction of the tavern, occasionally coughing haggardly*
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Doctor Kythara DeWinter
Mute

Charlotte Hall, DE19

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A chill winter wind blows across the marketplace from the north, following Lily's departure. The day's business has halted and it now remains empty, apart from the odd footfall, of boot upon flagstone that can be heard in the darkness.



OOC- Any research to either this account, or your friendly neighbourhood ref Chris T.
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