To Regard The Matter Of Duels

[dimetros]

Over the last couple days, flyers have gone missing from the city, only to be posted back upwards with missing letters, cut out from neat little squares.

Their location and purpose is now apparent.

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Spoiler: Plaintext Version

To Regalia's finest citizenry-

It's been a true and utter joy watching you all squabble over, as the Lady von Schwarzkrau put it, an "Ithanian-Romance-Novel-Tier" debacle. It seems as if despite the swelling chaos of the past few weeks, you still are in need of a good distraction. Watching little men in fancy suits scramble to fight can only offer entertainment for so long.

Have no fear. We, Narla and Fae, formally announce our willingness to provide a little bit of a show (how generous!). That is to say-

Fight us, scumwads.

- Cordially,

The Scor Sisters

 

[AlienDark12]

Riftan would stare, trying to decipher what was being said. While sipping some tea.

 

[FutureTeller]

The Bone Warden wanders the streets, attaching a small animal's bone of approval to the rewritten notice.

 

[Depressed_Bean]

Lisette read this and scoffed, rolling her eyes and handing it over to Azrael with a chuckle. "You're not fighting anyone. A fight is exactly what got us into this overdramatic mess." @RainAxe

 

[RainAxe]

Lisette read this and scoffed, rolling her eyes and handing it over to Azrael with a chuckle. "You're not fighting anyone. A fight is exactly what got us into this overdramatic mess." @RainAxe

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Resting back into his seat as he'd squint at the paper. The Aelriggan had a hit of trouble reading it at first due to the method of writing. The Silven taking in a deep breath, and letting out a sigh as rough as sandpaper in response.

"If they want a duel, they can seek me out for it. In the meantime, let them throw their papers with fiery words."

Tossing the paper aflame, Azrael would take a good earned sip of the Sollerian wine. His silver-blue gaze however flickering to the longsword, sheathed in a scabbard and awaiting its next combatant.

 

[Starliate]

Riftan would stare, trying to decipher what was being said. While sipping some tea.

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"... Dude. You keep spilling the stamps i'm trying to fucking read."

 

[Lizmun]

Heishan Sun stared for a frustratingly long time at the posted letter on the public notice board. She canted her head this way and that, squinted suspiciously, took paces forward, and back... Until she finally conceded to her inability to read. After muttering aside to a passing Sihai, and after the pair shared a short conversation over the posted notice, enlightenment washed over Heishan's face. She understood.

Her prosthetic hand fell to rest comfortably atop the pommel of a sheathed sword.

The time to hunt was now.

 

[FatDumplingGrace]

Isabella would also be there, turning her head this way and that way in a frustrating attempt to read the darned thing. "Did a child make this?" She muttered, confused.