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Order of the Silver Sword · Visitor Joined: 17 Apr 2012 Posts: 8

*The Following is Posted Publicly Throughout the Cities of Sosaria*

Willow Smythe · Certifiable Joined: 25 Feb 2007 Posts: 1713

Coming back from her tree, she saw it posted on the wall of the bank.

The Order of the Silver Sword? Why is it that I don't remeber this group? I should look into ths She smirked as she read the last line.

"Oh lovely. I hope they do so manage to topple the scales and bring forth light. It has been far too dull. I must admit, they have gall posting this here. I'll leave this up, should be interesting to see what sort of activity this generates. This should be fun"

I do so love how the poster would have us see in only two hues and yet if one were to truely use their eyes. they'd see primarily the shades of gray.

She thought as she left the Umbran moongate and ventured home.
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Order of the Silver Sword · Visitor Joined: 17 Apr 2012 Posts: 8

*The Following is Posted Publicly Throughout the Cities of Sosaria*

Tarothin Armunn · Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 8:16 am Post subject:

*Rips down the poster in Occlo and turns to Imryrr*

This Illegal posting is not to be tollerated. Make it so that anyone not of the Dark Order that tries to post something will have their fingers cut off.

Order of the Silver Sword · Visitor Joined: 17 Apr 2012 Posts: 8

*The Following Is Posted Publicly Throughout the Cities of Sosaria (Where Permitted, And With Extra Stickiness)*

Order of the Silver Sword · Visitor Joined: 17 Apr 2012 Posts: 8

*The Following Is Posted Publicly Across Sosaria In Places Where Such Things Are Permitted*

Lady Avella · Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 3:23 pm Post subject:

Lady Avella, returning to Ocllo through New Haven, paused in the public square and read the posting. She smiled briefly at the name then lowered her head in thought. The name was familiar.

“Raquel Blackrose.”

She whispered the name over and over until she felt the familiarity of it pulse through her blood. She had known this girl…this bloodied one. Rolling her alabaster eyes to the darkened sky she read the flyer again.

“Foolish girl. Why do the young ones always think the true death will free them?”

Avella leaned close, almost touching the flyer with her lips. Raising her hand she gently ran her black nails along the length of the flyer, shredding it to ribbons.

“Foolish, foolish girl.”

Order of the Silver Sword · Visitor Joined: 17 Apr 2012 Posts: 8

*Posted Publicly But In Fewer Places Than Previous Announcements*

Order of the Silver Sword · Visitor Joined: 17 Apr 2012 Posts: 8

*The Following Is Posted Wherever Such Things Are Expected*

NightShade · Lore Master Joined: 11 Nov 2005 Posts: 1152

Nightshade pauses reading one of these signs..

Speaking out loud in a rather obvious voice she says.

WHAT! EVERYONE KNOWS VAMPIRES DON'T EXIST!

Then in a much sweeter voice:

Start slaying an ancient lich or two, or an Oblivionite, and you will have my attention.

Annnndddd off she wanders.
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Willow Smythe · Certifiable Joined: 25 Feb 2007 Posts: 1713

Willow looked at the incredulously.

Fear the shadows? Who in their right mind would fear the shadows? They give comfort and aid to those in need! Not all can revel in the light....

Really someone needs to fire their campagne manager.

Tolerance, acceptance, understanding.... now those are causes worth posting advertisements about.....
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Marcus Draven · Seasoned Veteran Joined: 21 Feb 2011 Posts: 324

*Strolling through the streets of Britain, something caught my eye. As I looked over I saw an odd looking poster nailed to an underpass near the castle of Lord British. As I neared it, my interest grew. It was apparent that in fact there were a number of posters underneath it as well. My face emotionless as random citizens passed by, going about their day on this rather pleasant day. I begun to read and rage built within me. Keeping my composure I read threw them one at a time.*

*Averi... Raquel... Everett... Dezera... I say the names in my mind as the rage builds and builds. They have targeted not only my Kin but those of my own Coven. This "Silver Sword" has taken it upon themselves to avenge some mortal's death. "Fools" I think to myself as I reach the last poster, dropping them all back into place.*

*I turn to walk away and begin to think. These mortals avenge the killing of a single mortal against beings far superior to themselves, yet do little to nothing for those mortals who die by their brothers hands. "Fear" I think to myself... they fear our kind and this is the result. Let us show them what true pain and fear is. If they wish to truly fear and hunt my kind then I shall give them ample reason to.*

*Over the course of an hour, I reach the inn where I had been staying for the last two weeks. Looking out my window, over the city I thought to what my response shall be. I wonder how they had found so many of my Coven. There are but a handful who would ever know such information. Yet one name stuck out above all others. Perhaps he is part of this Order or sold such information to them. Perhaps he has nothing to do with them at all. It matters little at this point. The time for turning away and attempting to exist with these humans has passed. My business in Britain is at an end. Now I my attention shall turn to those who have wronged my people. Death... it is the only suitable response to these people, it is the only response they can understand. What comes next shall be upon the shoulders of those who have hunted us... and I shall ensure they receive the message.*

Order of the Silver Sword · Visitor Joined: 17 Apr 2012 Posts: 8

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Lady Avella · Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 7:48 am Post subject:

His scalp comes away easily, soughs off like a snake shedding its skin. My nails imbed in his skull as I twist his head violently to the right. Blood streams down his forehead and brows to part at the nose. He looks for all the world to be weeping blood. Pinned against the wall of the Vesper bank his feet kicking six inches above the stone pavement. In his mind, is he still running? I pull back and study his soot streaked face.

“Why, look how you weep tears of blood,” I laugh. “Just like one of us.”

I lean close, place my cheek alongside his and with a voice as sweet as a wetted lover I whisper in his ear.

“Would you like to be one of us?” I coo. “Would you like to live forever?” I pull back to await his answer but his eyes only roll up into his head.

“No?” I pout.

It was when I twisted his head to the left, so I might have clear access to that pulsing vein, that artery of lust and life, that I saw the flyer partially hidden by his head and shoulder. How long had it been since I read my name on anything other than an invitation? How long? Curious, I read the words as I fed, savoring the thick, sticky richness of this rioter’s blood.

“Order of the Silver Sword?” I queried as I gulped down what remained of his pitiful life. His body quivered then jerked and I tossed him aside. He rolled twenty feet across the Vesper pavement pursued by the Daemon Wolf who finished the task. Rocking my head playfully from right to left I read again this declaration.

Sins? Virtues? Judgment? How positively noble. How Paladin like in its tone and tenor. But have we not shared this dance before? Have we not succumbed to our most base instincts time and time again? I rid you of your human vermin, both low born and high, and you … well, you slay dragons and carry out wars of conquest against your brothers while I … I and my kind, slide through the shadows doing what you yourself fear to do but in your heart of hearts, yearn to do. How many more centuries must we play at this? How many more little groups must spring up to compare their “virtue” against my “sins” before the realization sets in that we need each other? But, I suppose it is important we cover this same ground from time to time. Otherwise we would find nothing but boredom in this world. So … I welcome you my brothers of the “Silver Sword.” I welcome your participation in this endless dance. Come, I will lift my skirts and share with you my lust for life and blood. For we are no different. We are but two sides of the same coin minted in the vile furnaces of those gods and daemons that see us as nothing more than playthings. Come, lay with me. I will show you what true love really is.

The Wolf, having finished his task, comes to my side seeking affection. I give it freely and he nuzzles my leg. The city of Vesper still burns, but with a light now somewhat diminished. I bring forth the Obsidian Mirror and scratch the surface with runes of power. The Wolf whimpers at my side. He is anxious to move on. He is anxious and as restless as I to find a different place to hunt, for Vesper has lost its sheen and the waters of Vesper Bay no longer sooth us. Tell us Daemon light, where do we travel next?

isabella_de_mor · Visitor Joined: 05 Aug 2011 Posts: 5

She walked slowly throw the rain and a poster caught her attention as the corners curled up as the wind gusted. She read over it carefully and lifted the end reading the posters underneath. She whispered their name and her chest became heavy at Averi's name. She lets the posters fall and sighed heavily as she made her way to the inn in Britian.