━━━━━━━━━━┛⨳┗━━━━━━━━━━ We ought not flee to the shadows, but rather seek out their wisdom and secrets ━━━━━━━━━━┑⨳┍━━━━━━━━━━ The Mighty Sacrosanct calls out to you, fiends of the sewers. Let it be known here and now the the Sacrosanct stands with the Lord of the East, Ruler of Rogue Court and speaker of the dead, Kelemvor. By his hand and that of the void, we shall band together to protect his claim, and that of our own upon the newly dubbed "piperoom." In order to do so, the Sacrosanct and our Bleden Apostles shall here by extend a Watch. Those of our ranks will patrol the sewer roads and ensure they are being used properly. We will NOT interfere in any business between fellow sewer goers- you mages, afflicted, thieves and the like will be left to your own devices. We will not stop Sanguine or Cahal from feeding, nor will we pretend we have any right to enforce authoritarian systems upon you. That being said, all Dragonslaves will be met with steel and bloodshed should they attempt to encroach upon our squalid halls, as will any that attempt to undermine the Lord of the East's claim. Archon, stay out. You are unwanted, and foul. ━━━━━━━━━━━ ⨳ ━━━━━━━━━━━ Kinteh Ravat’lahab Rehkiirn-Dra'lonais Dar-Rana Raz-Easifuh Hand of the Void Devoted Sacro
A post would be placed under it, pinned to the board via a skinning knife, stains of silver and crimson still present on it. The writing itself indented the paper, as if the writer did so in a divine fury. The smell of smoke still present on the paper as the edges of the paper curled inward: lightly burned. TRY ME KINTEH There was no signature, but the smoldering page seemed to tell on its writer. An Extinguisher lurking in the sewers, his new hunting grounds.
A simple note is pinned below this one. Written roughly on stained paper, the chicken-scratch handwriting was far from pretty. CAIUS' FLAMES DO NOT DISCRIMINATE. ALL INFECTION WILL BE BURNED OUT. Sun Heishan. At least the Hunter had been courteous enough to leave her signature.
Another note was found beneath Kinteh's declaration Ordial infection of sewers shall be eradicated, sooner or later. So I give you option Kinteh. Stand out of my way, or suffer the consequences Wulf Eikinskjaldi Grofsmid, servant of Dáuw
Though a note was NOT added to the increasingly long string of them, the White Dreamer crinkles her nose at the discussion pinned in writing, mumbling to herself in passing. "...Mm, I hate turf warfare."
"Funny." Came the voice of a familiar abyssal, her tail swishing behind her as she looked over to the suit of armor at her side. "The half-man thinks his words have sway with me. Maybe we've got a prime target, aye boss?" Her nose scrunched up however, when her blackened gaze found the other two scorched notes. "These ones whoever... these ones'll be tough..." @Gwyndo
Viola looks at the responses left by the Archon and a certain dwarf with a lifted brow, scoffing at their contents after taking a good moment to read them with squinted eyes. "Looks like all the pests of this city are comin' together just to be nuisances. The Archon worse than anythin' they hunt and the dwarf more cowardly than the innocent he hurts. Looks like we're needed more than ever, hmm?" The Guild Leader passes the notice onto her sister next to her. @Gabigailll
Leila took the notice from her sister beginning to read over it, a smirk appeared on her face with a small nod. She placed the note back turning to her sister. "Indeed, glad to see there is a joint effort to do something about it, fed up of the others getting what they want. It's becoming quite an issue. This is more of a reason to begin training the others in the guild."
Lifting a brow, a man blinked at the words written and the following comments and before his thoughts were even gathered, "..the heck did I do to get banned already.." Sighing, he'd stow his barely risen curiosity and shrugged as his single eyed visage glowed a dim amethyst-hue.
Llorris looked over the papers, unsure what it all said due to her not being able to read but she understood bits and pieces. “My my what do we have here? A bunch of city rats have appeared, and they have wings? My what a fright- might as-well try to make some money tonight. How much you think archons would be worth? To set on a platter?” The greedy silven asked to whoever was near her the closest.
Norr'aladryl peered over the letter for a few solitary moments, before a slow, sinister smile curled onto her visage. Solely a few simple words were uttered as the Kathar turned on her heel, slithering off to begin her own machinations. "And so it begins."
Saleera looked at the notice, glancing to Hy'riss with the slightest bit of a smile spreading. "Which one's corpse will make the biggest splash when we toss them in the Pipe Room?" @GRIST_
“We ain’t doin’ that again - last time a monster came back out.” The other Isldar rubbed their recently healed arm with a shudder at the memory. Returning a small smile to their eager companion. @uwuMaple
A certain icy Hollow would read over the notice and the replies below it. It's internal white-light, that leaked through the openings and gaps throughout the armor, would begin to dim until it was no longer present. Then, its demeanor shifted. Its visor began to curve upwards, the metal twisting, into what could only be described as a grin.
Gradual twistings of magical energies stir within the cesspits' stagnant and fetid air; a metaphorical cauldron of essence is threatening to boil and tip over soon. From the quiet tremors of the sewers did echoing chants rise: Peace by the Sword. It is up to the individual to discern whether these chants paid any allegiance to the claims and territorial disputes.
The tunnels start quiet, elsewhere. The mechanical Hollow only peers at the plastering notes and paper, lights dim in contemplation, before it finds one in particular. The lights bend then, focused... Before the Musician finally laughs: the sound carrying like a sickly sweet melody through the walls, sharp with the bite of a blade. A simple musical clef is left drawn on the corner of the Dwarf's note.
