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Yasamin · Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 4:51 pm Post subject: Heard from the Town Criers

Yasamin stood waiting while the crier read the letter. Tim's face held a look of disbelief, but he nodded to Yasamin, promising all town criers in all the lands would hear the horrible news.

Hear ye Hear ye,

A great tragedy has struck Moonglow. The men, Vaen Swiftar, Beowolf Thormear and Mave Gerhart of Moonglow have perished fighting for the protection of others within the realm. A memorial will be held tomorrow at nine by the eastern sun.

He sent the message off to the other town criers, for them to release the news.
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Sarian · Sage Joined: 10 Feb 2008 Posts: 543

Sarian walked cautiously along the roads of Moonglow. His eyes parted, always aware, waiting for another invasion. The darkness under his eyes was an indication of the lack of sleep the night before.

"Moonglow, is under constant pressure lately. The invasion has us on our toes at all hours. Volunteers come to aid us, and yet other cities lay under siege as well." Sarian murmured quietly to himself.

Just up the road, by the bank, Sarian could see a small group of people starting to gather. They gathered around the Town Crier. That's when he heard it.

His teacher, his mentor, Vaen Swiftar. One of his closest friends, the man who saved him from a life of homeless living, Beowulf Thormear. Both dead.

"How?" Sarian questioned, to himself. His hands shook weakly.

He took deep, heavy breaths, trying to calm himself. The shock overwelmed him. The small group all held the same look in their eyes.

Sarian turned around, he looked in the opposite direction. The Temple of Honesty, the one Beowulf had erected for Moonglow to charish. That is where he'd mourn for them. That is where he'd pay his tribute.
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That one dead guy · Visitor Joined: 05 Jan 2009 Posts: 11

Arnold, the Umbra Inn keeper, knocked softly on the door of Tays room. He waited a moment, fidgeting uncomfortably. He knocked again, this time a bit harder.

"Excuse me, Mr. Tay?" The Inn keeper asked hesitantly.

"One moment!" Tay barked in return.

He stretched his arms out wide and yawned heavily. Tossing the sheets to the side, he slid out of bed, covering himself with the bare necessity's. Tay walked lazily to the door and parted it open.

"What is it Arnold?" Tay asked, seeming somewhat aggravated.

"Sorry to wake you sir. But there's news that..." Arnold paused and lowered his head. "I thought you may want to hear."

"Aye?"

"It's your father. He has been found dead, along side two others. They're not giving too many details, but perhaps you, being his son, could find them out for your self. I just thought I should let you know, before you gutted any town criers you came across.." Arnold trailed off.

Arnold looked up, meeting Tays expression. So much anger, so much sadness, so empty. The boys body began to tremble, violently. His eye brows furrowed, and his eyes glazed over with a filmy liquid.

"I'll leave you be sir. I'm sorry." Arnold whispered quietly.

Tay drove the door shut, smashing it into the wall. He spun abruptly, grabbing the vase off the table nearest him, and hurled it across the room. He grabbed each side of the wooden chair, and lifted it above his head. Tay slammed it down, smashing it off the stone table.

Violent screams filled the Umbra Inn. Screams of anger, sadness, and agony.