Plastered high and low across noticeboards throughout Crookback, an 'official' edict would be pinned for all of the criminal underworld to witness: "Based upon the actions of the freshly founded Crookback Militia, who have already abused their position to extort our people, the Kaahl Sarnai hereby denounces the Council, rebukes their authority, and issues a notice of noncompliance. Fuck off." Relevant tagging: @BiBiBirdie @Mollymock @Birdsfoot_Violet @Athelois
A certain one eyed Cratos stared at the notice for a long while before finally saying aloud to know one in particular, “Well what did you expect from a guard of criminals?” Before he promptly began to feed on the poor soul next to him.
"Whrrrrr....." was the noise heard from the inner gear workings of the Dreadmech as he glanced at the denouncement. His metal frame seemed rusted, old, worn out, as if he hadn't made any attempt to mend any of the broken pieces from his various battles. The first vocal sound from his maw of golden casted metal was a scratchy judgement of the poster, "Well, maybe its time I rebuilt this old husk and finally did something." With that the Dreadmech made the slow trek back toward the Wraith, out of the sour hole that was the Meraic sewers.
