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Cezanne Abella · Seasoned Veteran Joined: 24 Apr 2009 Posts: 475

Under cover of darkness they came, just before dawn, appearing on announcement boards far and wide, fastened with nails bent and skewed by the hammer of one obviously unskilled in carpentry...

Valentein · Visitor Joined: 13 Apr 2009 Posts: 13 Location: Deceased.

Valen wandered along the peaceful river that ran through central Britain. His expression was troubled, and he looked deep in thought. He was a scholar, not a battlemage. He had been trying to improve his combat casting over the past week, but he was still unsure of his skill. As he reached the River's Gate bridge, his thoughts were interrupted by a loud grumble originating from his abdomen. He stopped, glancing around and grinning sheepishly. His eyes fell on the nearby Blue Boar tavern. He looked up at the early-morning sky, and sighed.

Far too early for anything good to be prepared. Maybe they'll have something left over from yesterday...

As he approached the iconic tavern, a notice hung outside caught his eye. He read it over, a genuine grin spreading across his face and all thoughts of the upcoming competition fleeing from his mind.

It looks like Cezanne's all set up. It's certainly been a while, but it might be fun to get on stage again...

He continued grinning, tapping the notice twice before heading inside.

Jessie · Journeyman Joined: 12 Apr 2009 Posts: 175

Jessie shouldered a heavily laden, clinking leather bag and stepped out onto the bridge infront of the Sorcerer's Delight in Britain, examining the contents of a small vial. She had paid highly for this and other alchemical aids, hoping to gain an edge in the coming tournament. Past the end of the bridge, she tucked the vial into a pocket and continued south, walking alone on the North Britain street. The day had been long enough already. She'd been out in the summer heat for most of it, spent some time in the sewers earlier in the evening, and with dawn nearing she was more or less only concerned with sleep. Passing under the stone arch separating north and south Britain, she saw the clumsily hung parchment nailed into the mortar. She hadn't expected Cezanne to be ready this soon.

"Yep." She stated simply, and flicked the notice with her finger. She gave a nod of affirmation and continued walking, hoping to make it home before daybreak.

NOT Malorn · Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 3:58 am Post subject:

*There is a note attatched to the bottom of the advertisement*

~The song bird flies on the wings of dawn. The mocking bird bleets her silent yawn.
Dew glimmers in the misty morn. Freedom left still unborn.~

*The note is signed inconspicuously with: *

Anon

Nh'bdy · Seasoned Veteran Joined: 13 Mar 2008 Posts: 308

A note attached to the note of the aforementioned notification

Malicite · Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 11:04 am Post subject:

Malicite face hurt from smiling as he chuckled softly. He didn't care if people thought he was a bit mad because this was a truly happy event. Cezanne was actually going ahead with her plan, with her dream! He clapped his hands together and again started chuckling.

"What a great day indeed! What magic she will make...what magic she will make..."

A few townsfolk passed the Vice-Mayor while he reveled in the moment. Several were concerned he might be losing his mind.
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