Calling Out A . L : From The Blackhawks

[Conflee]

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To whomever the f*ck calls themself "A.L"

You talk a big game through notes and the blood of toddlers. You should know Old Town doesn't take kindly to this sort of shit- we are tolerant of a lot, but you've stepped over the line somehow as your first noteworthy action. You're a bunch of no-names, with something to prove you think. Listen up and listen good- you really don't. All you've showed is you can take a toddler in a fight. Congratulations.

If you have balls, and aren't going to just sulk about cutting off more children's limbs for eternity like a bunch of useless f*cks, meet me wherever the Hel you like. Send word to the Blackhawk Cistern. I'll show. Will you?

And obviously, if you start shit again with a child, you'll be facing the united wraith of Old Town and any guards we can muster. The Greywitches have quite the murder boner for you after last night. So play nice.

- The Beggar
Blackhawks Leader

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[Nixces]

"Aw shit. Here we go again."​

 

[Altalar]

The Ka upset by the harsh tone of voice would take her charcoal pencil out and begin to draw smiley faces on the notice in order to make it more family friendly. "Angry man, not need to have harsh tongue."​

 

[Tiaq]

Lyre'le eyed the presumed piece of paper, blinking a bit before just.. Laughing. "They got no clue what A.L stands for, do they?" She laid back, kicking her legs up as she continued to laugh. "These fools! I didn't expect A.L to take the game this far, I wonder just how far they'll take this game."

Taendross just blinked, thinking for a moment. "I was out of commission for two days. /TWO/ days! What the fuck did I miss?" The Elder muttered to herself, just sighing as she began to make her way off.

 

[booette]

The existling's stormy gaze held the notice for a few moments, reflexively worrying her lower lip as she read over the contents. Her features were a mixture of worry and disdain, as she stomached the implications of such a notice.

"I hope they kill whoever it was. To maim a child, ruin his potential for the rest of his life? Disgusting." she murmured lowly, proceeding on her way. "The world'll be a better place without scum like this."

 

[Motherland]

"To... hurt.. a child? Even I wouldn't stoop this low. What pathetic glutton birthed such a waste of air.. and for it to dwell.. in my neighborhood? No ma'am." The small Saivale remarked, rolling her eyes as she sought to find her robes.

 

[weatherbyrd]

Argylwyd grimaced, noting that he had the same initials as the someone making these notes.

 

[canaaa]

Charlotte Hayes holds the page close to her chest, the paper crinkling in her grasp. "They oughta find who did this to little Ly. She's so happy- an' they took half her leg 'cause they was jealous. Her leg. Who does that t' a four year old?"

 

[Yoggery]

Tarnylith cackled like the crimson witch she was.

 

[HeyitsNano]

Adam Patrova looked over the blackhawk message, "These gangs take it too far."

 

[Magivore]

Thomas of Rothburg isn't one to usually leave behind notes. It doesn't suit his style; talking to people was more fun. On this special occasion, however, he paid for the parchment and mustered up the charcoal piece that was now just a stub from constant use in the past. Today was the day Thomas was going to leave behind one of the sternest messages he'd ever made.

"Damned is he who defiles the flesh of a child with no cause. Damned is he who wrought violence upon one who cannot fight back. Damned is he who sacrifices his humanity as an Ailor and the life of another for a message to deaf ears. You are damned, AL, next soon only to be born as your soul already is: naught more than a worm wriggling through the mud, waiting to be flooded, romped under boots, or slain by animals who see your life as nothing more than a well-earned feast."

Though no signature was left behind, those who recognized the empty quiver on the right hip and 'a certain' signature blue surcoat with a black horn on the chest would know exactly who wrote it. Subtlety is not his strength.

 

[Caduceus_Clayy]

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To whomever the f*ck calls themself "A.L"

You talk a big game through notes and the blood of toddlers. You should know Old Town doesn't take kindly to this sort of shit- we are tolerant of a lot, but you've stepped over the line somehow as your first noteworthy action. You're a bunch of no-names, with something to prove you think. Listen up and listen good- you really don't. All you've showed is you can take a toddler in a fight. Congratulations.

If you have balls, and aren't going to just sulk about cutting off more children's limbs for eternity like a bunch of useless f*cks, meet me wherever the Hel you like. Send word to the Blackhawk Cistern. I'll show. Will you?

And obviously, if you start shit again with a child, you'll be facing the united wraith of Old Town and any guards we can muster. The Greywitches have quite the murder boner for you after last night. So play nice.

- The Beggar
Blackhawks Leader

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Gareth sighed as he read the notice, his fingers rubbing his eyes as he said "I really fucking hope I don't get dragged into this gang kerfuffle. I just want to own my Bunkhouse in peace."