An Announcement From The Molten Mole Smithy

[Kadoren]

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In my time of living here in Regalia. I have felt as if it has become a new home. Somewhere I could see myself settling down as my home for the rest of my life. Though many seem to think that is not acceptable. I have been threatened by individuals and creatures deemed occult like Sanguine, Cahal, Demons, Mages, etc. Do I think that my problems have mattered more than any others? Of course not, I just know I can control a small part of my life which I know many others cannot.

This announcement may be drawn out for what seems to be not much reason, though I feel like it needs to be made known. Today my forge was trespassed on, a piece ruined out of the fun of the trespasser and lit on fire by magical means. I looked at my business which was covered in a blue magical fire created by a man whose name I will not disclose. I stepped back in fear, both for my body and my business. Seeing everything I worked so hard for erupt in flames then be undone at the whim of one man has made me consider my stance on magic in my forge. Though this may harm me and my employees in some way, I see that my actions will be a necessary choice to make.

From here on out, the Molten Mole Smithy is banning magic from the establishment and deeming it illegal while inside.

-Torgeir Eskiltsen, Owner of the Molten Mole
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[KitchenRefugee]

Viola glanced over the announcement, though the amount of writing left her narrowing her eyes at the text for a long while. After that, the brood's brow perked.

"Burnt-... Huh?! NO MAGIC? Fuckin' forge-burnin', consequence-evadin', nameless asshole!"

She crumpled the paper in her grasp, before throwing it away, promptly storming off.

 

[Sacerdotalism]

Viola glanced over the announcement, though the amount of writing left her narrowing her eyes at the text for a long while. After that, the brood's brow perked.

"Burnt-... Huh?! NO MAGIC? Fuckin' forge-burnin', consequence-evadin', nameless asshole!"

She crumpled the paper in her grasp, before throwing it away, promptly storming off.

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Coincidentally following after Viola, Vidagh uncrumpled the discarded paper and read of the note what he could, not seeming very surprised as he salvaged it's contents. Returning the note to where it was before, he added at the bottom:


His name was Kailang.
Problem, forge-burner?

 

[LordArs3nalXYT]

Reading over the words on the parchment before him, Damian clenched his fists in fury. "Whoever you are, you better hope you remain nameless, because when I find out who you are," his hands turned to claws and shredded the paper he held. "You will pay." A guttural growl came from his throat as one eye went completely hollow for a moment before returning to normal. And with that, Damian turned and walked home.