A posted notice...

[Peepslayer]

A slow moving man, walking with an noticable limp enters into the Daris commons. His clothing, nothing more than heavy cloth and rags stitched together, giving off the stench of many unwashed weeks, while being covered in filth.

He draws slowly up to the notice of laws and begins to shake. His cloak begins to slip back, as the guards pause for a moment to only realize this is not a man, but the walking dead. As they draw their blades, the creature digs its long fingernails into his own flesh, and with the sickening sound of tearing skin and ripping of ligaments it pulls off a notice which is carved into the tormented soul's own chest. As the Redboots and Crusaders strike it down, it places the following note carved in flesh on the board:

"Citizens of Dasaria and those who do or do not claim to allegance to these lands...

Let it be known to all that Raven Watch is the realm of the Dasarian dead. They walk its streets, and protect it as none of you were able. None of the living have right to enter its walls, and are hereby warned that attempting to enter will only result in future punishment.

The Lords of the Dead have claimed to hold this outpost till the agreement struck upon its battlefield are completed. Failure to heed my warning will only bring death to your doorsteps, and to your kin.

Hear my warning once, and know your betters...no living being is welcome inside those walls as per its Lord Asufel.

Lord Maelstrom Sin'Arafell
Servant to the Silent Lord

edit: forgot a word when i posted this the first time, sorry for the edit.

[broncoblitz]

Alav))

Gee I sure do hate it that I'm always right... if only people would listen to me...

[Templar Raeflyn]

So Nergal himself and his loyal followers would resist the presence of Her most noble Majesty, the Queen?

"No living being is welcome inside". You seek to bar the Majesty of Dasaria from entering her own city, that of Ravenwatch?

I am concerned to say the least on what has transpired here, and will be listening and watching very closely. Tread carefully, you of Nergal.

- Templar Raeflyn E'Doras

edit: edited in response of edit.

[Mad Season]

Eyes flare in the dark.

A shadow steps out of a shadow ans stalks out of the city.

A long, quiet loping run later, it finds Maelstrom in his study. With great effort, and at great cost, it forces out four words.

You... pussshh... too... hard....

Weakened and tattered, it fades back into the hallway.

[Peepslayer]

Eyes flare in the dark.

A shadow steps out of a shadow ans stalks out of the city.

A long, quiet loping run later, it finds Maelstrom in his study. With great effort, and at great cost, it forces out four words.

You... pussshh... too... hard....

Weakened and tattered, it fades back into the hallway.

The lich looks at the shadow of a creature, grasping his throat to draw him closwer then quietly and slowly stating, "They all made the oath and promise, and they all will keep thier word, our fates are now all joined.... however you were better suited for your tasks when SILENT, do not require me to remove what little of a tongue you have permanently. Nergal granted you death, but i can make it your torment."

Maelstrom leaves the creature to think upon his words...

[Jerio Caine]

*Grins wickedly at all the comotion and then looks to Maelstrom and grins sinisterly*

Excellent!

*He lets out a loud cry which echoes through the city, leaving everyone quiet.*

//Davo

[Drake Korren]

*from behind Gnomish he comes, stepping quietly about the people. Armor black as night covers him head to toe, noone notices him at first, for many are more interested in the dead flesh hanging upon the sign. We he speaks, no one hears no one notices except the one who he speaks to. Its almost as if the tumult over the crowd doesn't matter anymore, not only to the speaker but to whom he speaks to*

"Raeflyn..." *his voice seems but a whisper, but behind it is anger perhaps pain, there also can be heard a smile, sickly sweet* "Raeflyn...how long has it been. How long since we last spoke, how long...*the voice turns, the smile gone bitterness in it place*..."how long since you turned you're back on Daris, on the people here? How long since you hide yourself away, safe crouching behind Kurich just as he crouches behind the throne?"

*the figure moves silently about the crowd, making his way toward Raeflyn, but still no one notices*

"My freind...*said with a dry chuckles*...you've abandoned these people for...a palace of lies. Do not pretend to care for Ravenwatch, it makes you look the fool. You and you're Royal Brat...*the figure spits that out*...you left Ravenwatch, allowed the Varanites to take it for their own. *a scoff enters the voice* And then sat back as the Grub took it for himself. *laughter now, angry laughter* Leave this place Raeflyn, run yourself back to Kurich and keep you're back turned to Daris as always....join Kurich in his ignorance....leave before its to late."

*the figure moves on, giving no chance for a response, it slips into the eves and is gone, still there is something familiar, if others had seen the figure they would even be able to name him, or perhaps it never happened...perhaps there was no figure only guilt. Only time will tell now...It begins.*

[Kell]

*When things have calmed down a bit a vague shadow, unseen to the majority or surrounders, passes the guards; drawn closer by the stench of death. For a second he stops at the pile of cloth, then his gaze wanders up to the written-on skin, placed at eyeshight. With unnatural high speed the shade reads, after which he disappears, in his depart leaving a white rose lying on the rags.*

[Brenna E'lyana]

IC as Celadrith

* a beautiful elf slips from the shadows, the haunting smell of insense surrounding her. Her cold eyes quickly scan what is written on the gruesome piece of flesh* It has begun. *Her eyes gleam with unholy delight and a small smile curves her ruby lips* Well this should prove entertaining * a muttered incantation, and she fades into smoke*