Corath wants YOU!

[elmo13]

*a small note written in a neat script reads*

The cult is on the move, we are looking for members now no matter if Corath is you faith or you want to convert, we want you!
Please hand a letter with your details to the inkeeper. //ooc send me a message.

*the symbol of a skull with a sword through it is drawn below*

*there is no name givin*

[Ar7]

*Rufus sees the letter for a moment and only then notices that his is staring at it with a fully open mouth. He then walks away with a very pale face*

[darkwulf365]

*Daren sees this note, he rubs the scar on the side of his face as he glares at it seeing the icon that makes up the bottom half of the letter.  He's about to tear it down and then stops in consideration.  His face breaks into a smile and he's forced to bite the insides of his cheeks to keep from laughing out loud.  Taking out a piece of parchment and his quill, he pens something quickly and posts it below*

Thank ya for tellin me that yer cult is movin.  Would be a shame if I showed up an nobody was home.  If it aint too much trouble c'ld ye please gimmie yer forwardin address?  I do so very much like ta keep tabs on all the heretics an loonies, an excess travel is such a pain.

Yer friendly cleric of Az'atta,
Daren

[darkwulf365]

*Daren walks away, then turns quickly and scribbles out one more note*
C'ld ye also tell me when an where yer next meetin? I'd like ta greet any new faces an all that.

I'll bring the pie, no worries

Daren

[LynnJuniper]

*walks in, noticing the note immediately she bursts out laughing*

No Amount Of Pretty Would Make Up For This..

*still laughing she walks out*

[Shadowblade225]

*Michaelis walks by and sees the message*

What! *a sneer on his face.*  Well..hmph...advertising a Corathanite cult.  I'll inform the church of this!

*he walks away mumbling something about Corathanites being a bunch of snakes and dark minded fools*.

[Weeblie]

An elven girl dressed in white robes and known by the name Alleina walks by and notices the note.

After reading it, she carefully touches the note with her staff. Yellow sparks starts to whirl around the note and suddenly, it bursts into flames.

With a sigh, she shakes her head and walks away, murmuring for herself:

This must be a very poor joke... I doubt Yastin would help Corathites getting new followers...

// Daeron: Thank you sooooo much, you great person of wisdom and Layo-lore for the unbelieavable feat of remembering what the old man in the Inn was called... (You asked for it! )

[Grid Blader]

*Q walks in after being told by Michealis and starts looking for the notes.  Place a note under Daren note*

I was wondering when and were the next meet was going to be.  I also was wondering if I could invite a few of my friend to come also.  You will know us apon sight, we will be the army in very shinny armor, long swords, and sheilds walking up.  If not I will understand, but please let me know either way, I look foward to meeting you and all your members.  I am sure we will be the best of friends after the battle.

Quantum Windword
The Hand of the Shinning Hand
Cleric of Toran

May the all watching protect us in the face of evil and guide us with his light of turth and justice.

[elmo13]

*A dark figer walks into the inn and gazes sadly at the chared remains of the note hanging on the wall. After a few moments he takes it down with a look of confusion on his face and walks slowly out of the inn.*

//ooc Just want to say that the character who placed the note in the inn is from Arabel and as such has no idea (though he dose now) of the hatred of Corath on Mistone. And yes I did know what I was doing  

[Wraithdur]

*a dwarf walks past, he is clearly drunk. he shouts at the wall "ye mad bass'erds" then writes the incomprehensible note bellow*
wha're'ye'thi'ing co'rath jus'a'bun'h 'a' stu'id *completely unreadable squiggle*
*the dwarf falls over and smashes over a table, gets up and stumbles into the music machine before he falls back on his behind and passes out*

[Allorian]

*Raine takes a quick notice at the note posted and slightly chuckles*

They are in for a surprise.

*he chuckles again as he walks off*

[Eight-Bit]

Key, wandering by in persuit of a drunken stupor, notices the note.

"Eh, wha'?", she chuckles. "Powers be praised, th' Boners is gettin' m'addled by th' turns o' th' days... heh.. idjits..."

[Eight-Bit]

Matilda, garbed in her full armor after a morning ride with Cirrus, wanders into the inn in search of apples and spices, one of her mount's favorite treats. The notice at first does not catch her eye, she reads and understands it, but the information does not process.

On her way out, carrying a small cup of hot water to make tea, she finally stops in front of the note. "Oh, dearest C-chanda, how I m-m-miss your g-grace, your c-cunning, and your ability to m-make this d-dance we d-do interesting...", she whispered loud enough for others around her to hear.

[Force_of_Will_]

*Malor sits in the inn reading a book. He gets up to read the note when first posted and chuckles.Then he watches as the various people file by.Laughing at every action by the various people.*

[elmo13]

//for the last five people who posted, my last post said that the note has been taken down so your characters have NOT seen it. Please dont post anymore in this thread.

[Eight-Bit]

elmo13 - 9/19/2006 11:59 AM //for the last five people who posted, my last post said that the note has been taken down so your characters have NOT seen it. Please dont post anymore in this thread.

 // I was under the impression that a character, regardless of when it is actually posted, does not fall into the confines of our own schedules and life. Regardless of if I am not online as Matilda or not, is it wrong to assume that my character could have seen the letter 'before' the time it was taken down? Someone please correct me if I am wrong.

[CHAzz]

*carrying a small beer towards an out of the way table, Iago sees the note.  Stopping to read it, his normally pale features grow even paler.* Oh, no.  No no no no no  (whimpers) No, why? no no...   *The glass of beer falls from his nervless fingers as he stumbles backwards tripping over furniture, his feet, and anything else that might be in between him and the door.*  Gotta, gotta hide!

[Wraithdur]

//sorry, i thought it was just most of the note had been destroyed