WANTED - Matilda Landsend

[Aragon]

*posted in the local assassin guilds, evil thieves guilds, temples and sanctuaries to the gods allied with Corath, across Layonara*

"10,000 pieces of gold to the one that brings me the head of the person answering to the name of Matilda Landsend.  This bounty will be paid upon positive identification.  You are free to use any means you deem acceptable.  An additional 2,000 piece of gold if her blade is brought in as well.  Both pieces have value to me.  I am to be contacted as soon as the task is completed.  May the Lord of Murders guide your blade to its target."

*signed* Chanda Priestess of Corath
*a wax seal of a skull with a sword through it is pressed beneath her name*

[Eight-Bit]

// A little note. One, I happily approved of this. And two, unless you have a great reason to be in such a place as where these were posted, you shouldn't know about the bounty at all. This is NOT in Hlint, and not in the open.

[Polak76]

*After completeing his prayer Ramanon notices the message pinned to the board within the Corathite temple in Arabel.  He reads it and ponders to himself*
"It won't be that easy my priestess to claim her head.  That pathetic leader of their guild guards her like a child protecting her toad, and not necessarily in that order..."
"I think i'll contact some old friends of mine and see what we can do"

*He bows low to the Unholy Alter and leaves into the chaotic streets of Arabel.*

[Aragon]

*Chanda returns to the locations where the notices are posted and changes the offer to 15,000 pieces of gold.*

*Tamera visits a local dingy tavern in Velensk known to harbor some of the seediest cutthroats and street gangs. Upon seeing the post she simply smiles to herself and whips out her quill pen and makes her mark on the parchament*

Indeed.....

[Dezza]

*A figure cloaked in shadows sits quietly under the eaves of a building across the way from the temple of Toran in Fort Last*
As people enter the place to go about their evening prayers he growls low in his throat and then hawks out onto the road. A couple glance over to see a huge, darkskinned figure who grins at them revealing pearly white Teeth.

'You jus keep movin den ey Mon! You got no business here,' he takes a swig from a bottle of rum and waves his gauntleted fist at them.
'I tell you go den Mon, you no want none o'dis Mon!' He pats the scabbard of a huge blade from which a dull red glow emanates from.
The nervous couple hurry on their way.

Suddenly another person joins him under the eaves, one hidden within darkness. 'Come Massanissa,' The figures commanding voice draws the black man from his study of those entering the Toran temple. He nods at the newcomer, takes another swig and stands, slowly collecting his gear'

'How you doin Big Juju Shaman?'  The figure who joined him turns to him, face hidden within his hood. 'Tired Massanissa, very tired. I have work for you.  This time it will require all your considerable strength...and more. But if you succeed. I will see to it you are well rewarded.'

'Dis good Mon!' He grins revealing pearly white teeth. The newcomers soft chuckle fades as he strides towards the gates of the town. Massanissa wanders along behind enjoying the startled looks of people as they pass him by.

[Polak76]

**Quietly Ramanon watches Massanissa leave Fort Llast from his cloak of illusion.  Amused he is how menacing the big man carries himself, how people cross the street and walk the other side to avoid him, how parents quickly grab their children and scurry away from his barbaric glare.  Massanissa has proven to be quite the employee.  In time there will be no match for his strength and Matilda and the rest of the pathetic Lucinite's will prove to be no more then mere insects to him.  Soon he will be converted to the Dark Lord.  But only once he has spilt enough blood from my enemies will he be deemed worthy.**

[lonnarin]

*a heavily armored man in black plate and a horned helm walks up to notice and bellows out a hoarse, raspy laugh*

"Hey Fenthon, take a look at this!  Bloodhunt on a Paladin, it's our lucky day!"

*stepping from the shadows, a well dressed man with untamed hair and a necktie casually sharpens a kitchen knife and looks it over*

"The Lucindite, I gather. Excellent. How I've craved her heart, basted in a lemon sauce sprinkled a sprig of nutmeg. They taste all the sweeter, those hearts without sin..."

[Zhofe]

Barravelve, finding the less morally inclined surfacers just as disgusting as the rest, notices the bounty, and chuckles, before uttering in Drow. "No surfacer is worth that much. These people are fools ... but that is to be expected."

He then leaves to go back to his plotting of revenge.

[Shotgunbunny]

I, Duran, have found in the outskirts of the Dire Wood, a grave of a person named Matilda Jenice Landsend.

[Eight-Bit]

Sitting alone in her room she holds flips through a journal, holding her personal copy of the bounty notice. She chuckles, as she often does in private, and carefully places the notice back from where it came.