A Leering Challenge

[Banard]

Another notice of perhaps familiar writing and style to a prior message could be found hammered onto a few noticeboards throughout the city. Unlike before, however, this declaration carried considerably more detail and content than the first one, perhaps for the worse.

TO THE AILOR DREG CALLED HOCHMEISTER

Your antics have gone long enough without candor. Many and populous are the cowards who would disguise their malice and fetishized craving for rivers to run red as the virtue of religion, and even more so those who would resort to the reliance of other men to deliver the intent they are too weak for themselves. But I do not intend to waste this paper calling you and yours a bunch of whoresons in a dozen different ways like nearly everyone else in this city already have. No, I'm demanding for you to act.

I challenge you to a duel. You and me. All of your body, soul, and strength against mine. I challenge you, he who flaunts himself as the chosen enforcer of his Spirit's will, to best me, he who is the incarnation of everything you and yours deem evil and unholy. Priest against demon. Crusader against heretic. Hero against villain. In whatever way you want to regard it.

You and me, human. Until your bones snap like twigs. Until your lungs shrivel and croak. Until your veins are bled dry. I'm itching to see whether you, little man, can deliver the same promise to me. To see whether the weeping babes of this cesspool of a city really are right, or if you actually can bring someone to heel with your own head and hands, and that you are more than a fool with a gilded bucket on his head and a codpiece. Who knows? Maybe your Spirit actually does whisper in your ear and you do fart sunlight.

Pin your answer to whichever of the boards you find this.

You and me.

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Hagmer​

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[bwmwags3]

(A small message in Old Makdth is written on the notices for all comrades who might understand it)

If this duel takes place, may it be known that the devout of Basthur James Larkson. He who does the rites to the God of Urls and the God of Strength endorses the rites of Basthur in favor of Hagmer. On the Grounds that though touched by the accursed void, he stand upon his feet as a warrior and does not back down from the defense of his people. Put simple he earns his right to fight, he does not use the force of others to fight personal battles. It is these qualities which should be offered to Basthur, may his mead flow to Hagmer and see him prove himself worthy of it.

 

[seoulmate]

Ilmadia lifted the notice from one of the various notice boards around the city, reading over it.
"Oh yeah, Hagmer's going to kill him." she said as she passed the notice over to Dothraen.
"Let's make sure to get a good view of it." she finished as Dothraen shook his head with a gruff hum.

 

[Entityze]

Various She'llaq runes would be painted across multiple of James' messages covering them nearly entirely, some even with little hearts and smiley faces next to them.

@bwmwags3

 

[Caduceus_Clayy]

Another notice of perhaps familiar writing and style to a prior message could be found hammered onto a few noticeboards throughout the city. Unlike before, however, this declaration carried considerably more detail and content than the first one, perhaps for the worse.

TO THE AILOR DREG CALLED HOCHMEISTER

Your antics have gone long enough without candor. Many and populous are the cowards who would disguise their malice and fetishized craving for rivers to run red as the virtue of religion, and even more so those who would resort to the reliance of other men to deliver the intent they are too weak for themselves. But I do not intend to waste this paper calling you and yours a bunch of whoresons in a dozen different ways like nearly everyone else in this city already have. No, I'm demanding for you to act.

I challenge you to a duel. You and me. All of your body, soul, and strength against mine. I challenge you, he who flaunts himself as the chosen enforcer of his Spirit's will, to best me, he who is the incarnation of everything you and yours deem evil and unholy. Priest against demon. Crusader against heretic. Hero against villain. In whatever way you want to regard it.

You and me, human. Until your bones snap like twigs. Until your lungs shrivel and croak. Until your veins are bled dry. I'm itching to see whether you, little man, can deliver the same promise to me. To see whether the weeping babes of this cesspool of a city really are right, or if you actually can bring someone to heel with your own head and hands, and that you are more than a fool with a gilded bucket on his head and a codpiece. Who knows? Maybe your Spirit actually does whisper in your ear and you do fart sunlight.

Pin your answer to whichever of the boards you find this.

You and me.

​

Hagmer​

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Someone makes a spelling change to Hochmeister, instead changing it to Cockmeister, signing it with a small image with a wolf masked nelfin as a signature.

 

[Iknay]

A man passes by one of the declarations and reads it over. "This is going to complicate things."

 

[Ailethi]

A soft snort emerged from Camilla, shaking her head. "Oh, oh! He's dead, alright." Soon after she spoke, she shifted off to spread to the word.

@festiveCorvid

 

[weatherbyrd]

A soft snort emerged from Camilla, shaking her head. "Oh, oh! He's dead, alright." Soon after she spoke, she shifted off to spread to the word.

@festiveCorvid

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"Perhaps. Only fools deal in absolutes."​