Tacked around Rivermoot and environs is the following flyer, each stamped with an insignia: A winged, halo-bearing fireball.

Adventurers of the Marches, it's time to strike back.

The creatures attacking Settlestone have been allowed to breathe for far too long. While recent raids by various concerned citizens have yielded numerous enemy casualities, piecemeal raids aren't going to be enough by themselves to halt such an army.

We need to crush them.

I, Kyria Shirako, Red Angel of the Marches and Concerned Citizen, hereby call on every last one of you to come up north and give them a kick so hard their deceased ancestors will rise as undead just so they can roll around on the floor clutching their rancid genitals for fifteen agonizing minutes.

We will organize in Rivermoot beginning at {Saturday, 3:00PM CST}, spend a little time planning based on who shows up, and then march north to glory.

Let's make 'em toasty, people!


//Endless mass slaughter will be the word of the day, unless a DM shows up and makes our lives more interesting. I'll be trying to track how many kills we make. If you can't make the time, don't worry too much - this is hardly the only attack I will be organizing.

A brief reminder, though: Settlestone is >hard.< I would reccommend that anyone planning on sitting on the front lines for any length of time be around level 15+. While I certainly wouldn't exclude anyone of lower level, be careful. Bear in mind we will only have so many Raise scrolls.

Also watch out for the bloody Frost Giant Jarls. They are scary.

OOC:Tarl will be there.Time for some giant whoopin and Orc stompin!
And yes...Ware the Frost giant Jarls.(Sheesh)

Walking by as she goes about her business, Dovyn stops to read one of the fresh notices. Pausing to consider it a moment, she then scurries off to begin a process of preparation. No doubt there would be need for healers in this.


(( Woot! Timezone converter tells me this is 9pm British time, so there should be a level 11/12 cleric (Dovyn) around to give some support (and res, heh!) ))

Chalandra sees the notice and shakes her head. "Right, just others wanting to use me again for their own personal gain. Don't these people care about the people other than their own personal power?" She then sighs ending "I'd have expected better of Kyria, there was such promise for her."

Isania walks past the sign, almost oblivious until she almost can't see it. She turns and studies it for a moment, the without comment, goes and contiues with her morning routines.

*a tan and green clad elf walks by to observe the notice. She sighs softly, as she reads Kyria's note. She walks off, shaking her head, mumbling* And whom will be there to ward what is still standing...

Mighty Khan wrote: Chalandra sees the notice and shakes her head. "Right, just others wanting to use me again for their own personal gain. Don't these people care about the people other than their own personal power?" She then sighs ending "I'd have expected better of Kyria, there was such promise for her."

//Personal gain? Huh? We just want to destroy things and have a good time with a bunch of other peoples in a Dionysian revel of endless violence.

P.S. Oh, and maybe help out Settlestone while we're at it. Might as well, y'know, we were in the area...