The World of Layonara
In-Character Forums => Rumour Has It => Topic started by: Carillon on December 05, 2007, 01:37:35 AM
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Those visiting the temple in North Point might hear of a pretty dark haired elf who was treated there for a nasty sword cut on her cheek. When asked how she received the cut, the woman alluded to an encounter with a man near the Thunderpeak Crossroads, but seemed frightened and reluctant to give the details.
The woman disappeared almost immediately after being treated, and does not appear to have spoken to any local authorities about the matter.
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*Storold Appears in The Boyer Kingdom where he posts many posters in Dalanthar and the towns nearby and one or two in the other towns including North Point. After that he travels back to Mistone and posts in Spellgard, Blackford, Hlint, Leringard, Wayfare, Hempstead, Vehl and the Stormcrest Crossroads for good measure only one or two posters each place in the local inn or mesage board*
Wanted!
*A short describtion of Sallaron as Storold remembers him is included*
Sallaron Tempest, for theft and inflicting harm on an elf in the Thunderpeaks. If you see him send either note to Storold Doesscha at Leringard, a note to Spellgard with my name on or seek me out near the Stormcrest Crossroads if I by chance is in the area. Reward for information leading to the criminal is 1000 trues.
*Signed*Storold Doesscha, Protector of the Weave
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*written in haste under the post in Hampstead* hmm Sallaron stole a elf... always thought he liked human's more, he's always calling Tegan his plumb little pumkin
*the note is left unsigned*
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*Storold grubles and adjusts all the posters as he gets to them to read theft from an elf instead*
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* A small goblin paces back and forth outside Hempstead, clutching one of the Wanted posters in his hand and grumbling and whining constantly. The guards eye him warily, shooing him off whenever he moves too close to the gates.
But when people leave or enter the city, it darts over to them, leaping up and down around them and waving the tattered poster in it's bony little hand at them.
" Tell Storoldsh! Tell Storoldsh! Comesh see! Comesh see! "
Most of course, quickly sidestep past the bizzarre little goblin and hurry into town... but still it continues to pester anyone entering or leaving town.
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*wolves are seen watching the little goblin from the edge of the woods but do not seem to be hunting him. Occasionally they howl to others in the distance, who relay their status reports down nature's grapevine*
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*A masked figure sees the notes and squints his eyes as the description of the woman that was attacked fits a friend of his.*
This can't just be a coincidences. Sallaron .. Tegan.. Tegan.. Marcus. And if this is who I think it is..
*He leaves the the bank of Dalanthar where is saw the poster and heads for north Point.*
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*A note is left unsign*
You are going for the wrong man, someone that looks like Sallaron, but it is not him.. If you want more information.. leave a note I will find you.
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Dalan walk by one of the places where the wanted note is posted. He quickly reads it and then spits on it causing some of the ink to run.
Sall is a lot of things, but he be no scoundral to prey on innocent women, elf or not. What a load of rubbish!
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*as Valaria passes North Point the eyes the poster with a raised brow before she turns around to her companion and whispers something into its ear.*
"It looks like he's in trouble again, isn't he?"
*While stroking through its fur she turns around and heads further north*
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*A dark figure walks up to the note and laughs. Upon his left shoulder sits a black spider the size of a grapefruit, seeming to laugh with it's master in perfect harmony. The dark figure pauses a moment to caress the spider before taking out a bone finger, that appears to have belonged to a giant, and writes below the posting.*
Name your price for this Sallaron and whether he is worth more alive or dead.
*As the dark figure turns to walk away, the spider scurries down his back and into a deep fold in his robe.*
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*Storold walks around and updates his posters*
I will pay 15.000 trues for the capture of an alive and well Sallaron who can be brought to trial as soon as possible for his crimes.
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*The same dark figure walks up to the post and replys*
You will have to do better than that. I can fetch more for him now on the open slave market to the underdark. In fact, I bet his friends would pay even more. I guess he isnt' that guilty, now is he?
*The dark figure steps into the shadows near the posting and fades away*
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*Storold grins as he sees the post and scratches his head*
If you are so concerned about the price I think you should find another line of work, I can't offer you more for it sadly. Even if he is proved guilty it is the duty of every lawappiding citizen to bring criminals to justice for their crimes and make sure they aren't hurt.
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*An other note is left under the posts*
You would do a grave mistake to try and prosecute the wrong man. Again I say, if you want the information, leave me where to contact you.
*unsigned*
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I would meet with you, if you will tell me all you know.
This impostor must be stopped.
~ Pyyran Rahth
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Well if you don't believe it is his fault you better find him and get him cleaned of all guilt instead of spending your time on killing the messenger of the news that he is accused of doing such things. I do really hope he is proven innocent but so far signs points to that it is him who is behind it all so find him and get him cleared of the accusations as soon as possible is my best advice.
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Then set a time and place
*unsigned*
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*A time and date are listed for the Thunder Valley Crossroads.*
//PM.... Sent.
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Just let the lucindite whine all around, running all over like a headless chicken.
Besides, one more scarred elf...theres already too many, so what if one got a bit bruised?
*the post appears under the rest without any trace*
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*The poster with this last note scrawled on it goes missing a day or so later, though many may have already read the latest comment by this time. Those looking closely enough might notice a fine pile of grey ash under the place where the poster was hung, though this too disappears after a day or so, likely scattered by wind and the feet of passersby*
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15000 coins
hmm quite the price for a human and not even have to bother taking him below
humans dont fetch much these days they die so swiftly below
:the notice is signed with a curved blade over a spider:
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*Storold travels the lands removing the posters that remain*