Dragon-called attend!

[Harlas Ravelkione]

* This post is tacked upon the gates and doors of temples all over Mistone. *

[SIZE=16]Heroes of the lands![/SIZE][/U][/B]

Fisterion, ancient High King of Dragons, calls upon your service and bids you answer.

For years has the King of Dragons stood true to the pact that was made previous to the fall of Sinthar Bloodstone. Peace was negotiated for and peace has existed ever since the pact was fashioned. Now, it is time for the heroes to attend the words of my lord, before they are swept away by the coming storm.

May his wisdom be reflected upon you and may you arrive in time to hear his proposal - not for his gain, but for your own good. Corruption plagues the lands. It has crept in unnoticed. If not stopped now, it will be too late.


*signed*

Kharaz, Voice of the Eternal Flame




* A date and time for the meeting is written at the bottom of the page. *

http://forums.layonara.com/calendar.php?do=getinfo&e=4202&day=2007-12-9&c=3

[Harlas Ravelkione]

* Bumping for visibility *

[EdTheKet]

*Brac'ar reads the notice and mutters* "Gods, the years have passed by so quickly. Almost forgot what I still have to do to him..."

*With a small puff of breath, he incinerates the notice he read*

[lonnarin]

*Farros adds a line to a few notices in Hempstead*

Following the meeting, cake and punch will be catered by the uber top secret evil nasty cult of Corath.  Tell your friends, tell your mum, tell everybody!   But please don't tell the town guards where our illegal evil cult meetings are, so clearly noted as they are!

The Paladin baby-eating contest will be judged by great big bad evil Fisterion.  Games, prizes and hay wagon rides for young lovers... all set on fire!  Sacrifice a virgin and recieve 20 free raffle tickets!

[Varka]

*A bulky dwarf in a voraxian plate arrives by the docks of Vehl. Grumbling he marches towards the main gates he hears the rumours of a small group gathered around the merchant square. He stops shortly to gain all the information possible and then heads out of Vehl towards the mountains; in a quicker march*

*A guard by the main gate hear him say* dis better be told ter da Clans

[Eight-Bit]

Key walks by. She stops for a second, laughs, and continues walking. Obviously, her opinion of the matter is unimportant. Whistling, she walks away.

[SteveMaurer]

In Hempstead, a silver-haired elf shuffles through old parchments layered under more recent notices.  When she sees this one, she reads it intently, copies it down word for word, and leaves silently.