Date: 10/5/97 8:10 AM Pacific Standard Time
From: Zaradda
::Rad forces the young girl up to the board, dagger pressed firmly against her throat::Now write what I tell you to write..::glancing about, he quickly affirmed that noone was about, physically or mentally, using a spot spell from a mage, including animals/familiars...ie, noones there..to see..or hear::::the girl quickly does what he says, writing on the board as he speaks::Corruption is the only path, A devils ire dotting the road..Once familiar, now forgotten, Never fading, never looming. You will know the flames of Hades, You will know the burn of lies. When you find that Satan's master, You'll be the ones with two scorched eyes.So hear me now, ye grimy peasants, Hear me now, you ship of fools..Watch your back or die with your eyes shut.::at this, he drew the knife across her throat..shoving the open wound against the bottom of the post in a bloody signature::
DEMON
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Date: 10/5/97 10:00 AM Pacific Standard Time
From: Dark Axe
::Ulath walks quietly toward the board to post his small note. His dark jade gaze falls upon the dark trail of blood leading toward the boards. Quickly, he rushes toward the board to find the preceding note, red blood dripping from it. Following the trail toward the young girl's body, he finds the young girl, a serving wench perhaps, dressed in her apron, soaked entirely in dark red blood - her own. Cradling the young girl in his arms, he
carries her toward help, toward RhyDin Square where a healer might be found to augment whatever life this poor wench might still have in her::
::returning to the boards, he somberly glares at the note, trying to figure out who or what could have done such a thing- then he makes a connection. Angrily, he pens a note and then slams it onto the board, forcing several notes to fall onto the moist ground::
~Seraph,
A word with you.
Ulath Fici.
From: Dark Axe
::Ulath walks quietly toward the board to post his small note. His dark jade gaze falls upon the dark trail of blood leading toward the boards. Quickly, he rushes toward the board to find the preceding note, red blood dripping from it. Following the trail toward the young girl's body, he finds the young girl, a serving wench perhaps, dressed in her apron, soaked entirely in dark red blood - her own. Cradling the young girl in his arms, he
carries her toward help, toward RhyDin Square where a healer might be found to augment whatever life this poor wench might still have in her::
::returning to the boards, he somberly glares at the note, trying to figure out who or what could have done such a thing- then he makes a connection. Angrily, he pens a note and then slams it onto the board, forcing several notes to fall onto the moist ground::
~Seraph,
A word with you.
Ulath Fici.
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Date: 10/5/97 1:18 PM Pacific Standard Time
From: Perrinis
>>::Rad forces the young girl up to the board, dagger pressed firmly against her throat::
Now write what I tell you to write..::glancing about, he quickly affirmed that noone was about, physically or mentally, using a spot spell from a mage, including animals/familiars...ie, noones there..to see..or hear::<<
::frowns deeply, then, with gloved hands, tears the blood-spattered notes from the board and slips them into seperate bags, and hauls them off to the garrison for analysis::
-General Perrinis ALabaster
From: Perrinis
>>::Rad forces the young girl up to the board, dagger pressed firmly against her throat::
Now write what I tell you to write..::glancing about, he quickly affirmed that noone was about, physically or mentally, using a spot spell from a mage, including animals/familiars...ie, noones there..to see..or hear::<<
::frowns deeply, then, with gloved hands, tears the blood-spattered notes from the board and slips them into seperate bags, and hauls them off to the garrison for analysis::
-General Perrinis ALabaster
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Date: 10/5/97 2:06 PM Pacific Standard Time
From: ChandraGId
::Appearing in person before the boards, having been told by her powers of a rucuss occuring here.:: (( Referring to Ulath and Perrinis' actions. ))::She has her powers reconstruct the past events, and notes with a frown that there is a blank spot where the actual event itself took place.::::She then passes her hand over the board, the note left by Ulath turning to a sheet of silver, below his writing, words of her own written in what appear to be crushed sapphirres, the signature in gold as always.:: And so the dark ones come here as well. Luck to all of ye who would oppose their foulness. As for mine advice, seek aid or flee... for the dark ones are not made as such as can easily be beaten by a single warrior.
Lady Chandra Trenton nee Goldraven.
From: ChandraGId
::Appearing in person before the boards, having been told by her powers of a rucuss occuring here.:: (( Referring to Ulath and Perrinis' actions. ))::She has her powers reconstruct the past events, and notes with a frown that there is a blank spot where the actual event itself took place.::::She then passes her hand over the board, the note left by Ulath turning to a sheet of silver, below his writing, words of her own written in what appear to be crushed sapphirres, the signature in gold as always.:: And so the dark ones come here as well. Luck to all of ye who would oppose their foulness. As for mine advice, seek aid or flee... for the dark ones are not made as such as can easily be beaten by a single warrior.
Lady Chandra Trenton nee Goldraven.
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Date: 10/5/97 2:16 PM Pacific Standard Time
From: SatanFist
::a twisted smile dons his massive visage as he stomps down the halls near the posts...following for little reason the smeared trail of blood as he laughs, feeling the pain of the soul that was left here in the walls:: And the darkness falls human weaklings...even without the slaughter that my brothers and I will leave in our wake, it falls upon you ::laughs darkly as he writes:: Hide in your beds, ducks your heads and hide within the skirts of your women folk.....dark days come humans.::wanders off laughing::~Samadhi SatanFist~
From: SatanFist
::a twisted smile dons his massive visage as he stomps down the halls near the posts...following for little reason the smeared trail of blood as he laughs, feeling the pain of the soul that was left here in the walls:: And the darkness falls human weaklings...even without the slaughter that my brothers and I will leave in our wake, it falls upon you ::laughs darkly as he writes:: Hide in your beds, ducks your heads and hide within the skirts of your women folk.....dark days come humans.::wanders off laughing::~Samadhi SatanFist~
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Date: 10/6/97 11:26 AM Pacific Standard Time
From: RedHarvest
Ulath,
Why you have so oddly chosen to publically announce your wishes to have a word with me in response to this rather barbaric missive, I could not comprehend. Nevertheless, though, I will defer to your request. But may I warn you that I am not around as often as I would like, and therefore you will have a difficult time locating me. That said, I wish to end this letter with a response to "Samadhi Satanfist"s letter: Do unto others as you
would have them do unto you..
SeraphA warlord of the sport...::the missive signed in some sort of brickish
From: RedHarvest
Ulath,
Why you have so oddly chosen to publically announce your wishes to have a word with me in response to this rather barbaric missive, I could not comprehend. Nevertheless, though, I will defer to your request. But may I warn you that I am not around as often as I would like, and therefore you will have a difficult time locating me. That said, I wish to end this letter with a response to "Samadhi Satanfist"s letter: Do unto others as you
would have them do unto you..
SeraphA warlord of the sport...::the missive signed in some sort of brickish