Hydlaa Message Board

[Illysia]

*Two Nolthrir work to get a poster nailed down to the board, one serious and focused, the other giggling like a fool. They greet the people that stop to see what the two are up to.*



*After getting the poster nailed up, they head off to post others along with their new fenki guide.*

[Korumak]

A white furred Enki walks up to the Message board and posts a note that reads:

Korumak The Bard

Known through out offers the following services

For music Music Trading:
Drunken Sailor
Fiddlers Green
Greensleeves
Spancil Hill
Johnny comes marching home
* more to come

Will trade even for music not have in possession
[Traditional/public domain works only]
If you want a copy of said works, and have no works of your own, then costs must cover current price of blank sheet music or a hat that I don't own yet. (Phez's get access to secret stash)

Will transcribe [meaning copy into the game] for commission
[only traditional music, no copyrighted stuff, must send me the sheet music via email]

Private performances inquiries welcome at price negotiated at time of request, no refunds.  Discounts to Fenki's of course.

See Korumak of Hydlaa for further information.

[Shadow1490]

Seeking:
Herablists, alchemists, blue way mages, and anyone with halfway decent medical knowledge.
(Crystal way mages need not apply.)
Contact Alirukell Linesar for details.

[Rigwyn]

     Clad in once-shiny metal armor - rich in history written in the language of scratches, dents and darkened sanguine stains, a  diaboli cautiously approached the message board. He  removed his helmet and shook his shoulder length, knotted dreadlocks free - letting fresh air in to cool his scalp and his own natural bodily odor out.  Looking at the board, he began to examine the previously posted notes - causing alternating hints of amusement and disgust to dance upon his face.

     Eyes rolled from side to side, lips stretched unevenly across his cheeks - inhibited by a deep scar that stretched from the corner of his mouth to his ear.  He quickly tore away a few recent notes and dropped them upon the ground - mashing them into the mud with the dented toe of his battered boot and a twist of the hip followed by a wad of spit.

     From a rough burlap sack, he withdrew a small, carefully written scroll - the handwriting elegant and sleek unlike his own; reeking slightly of lavender and starphire.  With a few crude tacks, he stuck it up - leaning on the thumb of his injured sword hand as he pressed each tack in. Reading it over again, he muttered as he read the words:

"In need of custom made trapping and confinement supplies. I need someone who can make cages for containing untamed animals of various sizes, shackles and collars that lock in place, lengths of steel chain barbed with spikes - long and sharp enough to pierce the toughest and thickest of skin, and a host of other devices which employ screws, hinges, blades, springs and other such parts. I'll elaborate with the right person. "

     He winced. Something was missing, but what? He drew from his sack a quill and scribbled on the bottom of the scroll in a style of lettering that mostly resembled the former - but not quite:

"I tend to travel quite a bit and can be hard to find. Attach a note with your name and information on where I can find you, and I'll find you."

     Having torn and discarded a few more notes for good measure, he reached for the one that mentioned a ball, then stopped himself and walked away - leaving it intact. Slowly the light clanking and squeaking of his armor faded to silence as did his litany of mumbled gripes and swears.

[Dalmurr]

* An masked Ynnwn walks up to the message board. Proudly, he pins a poster next to the ball one, not checking particularly well whether it will conceal any older messages.



* The Ynnwn admires his work for a while before he turns and leaves.

[ Yes, I know my IC date doesn't match the ones posted above. Deal with it. ]

[Candy]

An advertisement carved from a slab of reddish wood hangs from the billboard, colourful paints accentuating the words carved into it.

NEED A MASK?
Find Bojahe & Colleler Creations in Hydlaa!
If you don't see us, send a groffel to Chays Colleler, carpenter, or Deror Bojahe, painter and sculptor.

We also do toys, furniture and custom orders. If it's made of wood or clay, commission us today!

Underneath the text, the shape of a mask that would fit over the eyes is carved out of the wood, painted a bright blue with thin silver designs around the edges.

[Rigwyn]

A note on the message board reads:


The Howling Faire

For those enlightened in the ways of magic dark, and those
who have yet to venture forth, a social gathering has been
slated. Whether you seek an apprentice to teach, a master
from which to learn, or the company of like-minded folks, I
encourage you to attend. It goes without saying, that those
who specialize solely in Crystal way need not attend.

We shall meet with Rulayne just before the sky darkens,
and depart before its sickening glow returns. Our rendezvous
shall occur tonight and tomorrow.



[ As stated, this is a simple, casual role playing event. Just show up and hang out.  Stay in character and do what your character would do. Dates and times are Friday and Saturday evening at approximately 11PM US/Eastern. Be there or be square.  ]

[Rigwyn]

[ I'm totally embarrassed to admit that I was unable to attend on both days. Sometimes real life really sucks.... but I'm glad to hear that there was a small gathering anyway. Next time, I'll plan it for say an hour later... ]

[Mariana Xiechai]

A cloaked figure approaches the billboard, his fist curled tightly around a small, innocent looking piece of parchment. He glances around to make sure that nobody is present, before pasting the paper up to a smooth section of the wall. Turning quickly, he darts away, leaving the threatening letters glaring at his back as he retreats:

Oh lovely citizens of picturesque and thriving Hydlaa
With walls washed white and hearts stained black
Now's the time for my lessons to extend further
Illusions of safety, deluded security, I attack
One small victory your numbers had attained
A stroke of luck, fate's eternal bane
But here I am, returned, still whole
Your effort was in fact, in vain
Before was merely a setting of the stage
Upon which my final scene will play
A puppet master, wielder of strings am I
Tugging and pulling and leading you astray
Now comes the time for a final assertion of prowess!
Now is the time for fear and unsettling
Now to break free of all pretense and politeness!
Now to claim lives, set corpses to fest'ring
Oh dear and wonderful citizens
Eyes wide and innocent and unaware
Are you ready to play my game?

[These letters will be posted in various places where people tend to gather, other than just the billboard. You're free to react and do whatever your character will do, as they will be numerous and widespread. Have fun, kids ]

[Mesilla]

[can someone tell me how to post an image, so I can put one here?]

[Rigwyn]

Just replace the URL. Use the preview button before posting...

Code: [Select]

[img]http://someurl.com/image.jpg[/img]

You can also force it to scale to a smaller size like this:

Code: [Select]

[img width=250]http://someurl.com/image.jpg[/img]


[Mesilla]

A fenki wearing battered plate armor walks up to the message board. She rips several messages off the center of the board, dropping them to the muddy ground. After a large area is cleared, she nails a piece of parchment up. She turns to go, and seems to melt away into the shadows.

[Candy]

A young Lemur girl reads the previous note and hastily scribbles one of her own, pinning it directly beneath.

"The guards probably read these boards, and you're expressing interest in mind control with what I assume is your name and guild's name. Smart move."

[Mariana Xiechai]

A dermorian meanders up to the board and reads the sign. His brow furrows, and he shakes his head to and fro with a dissaproving cluck of his tongue. He tears a crisp, clean sheet of paper from his journal and adjusts his spectacles, writing out in a neat and perfectly legible hand:

"Shame, young one. You should not be seeking to use Azure Way for such nefarious purposes. It's people like you that give Masters like me a bad name."

Posting this beneath the sign, he continues to shake his head and mutter to himself as he walks off.

[Rigwyn]

A diaboli with red, raw flesh from head to toe approaches the board. Despite the burning sensation where his clothing meets, and his skin bends, he looks at the note painfully, then says through a twisted grin,

"Helita eh? This chick's got balls...postin somethin like this... f-ing lunatic's gonna get em lopped off if Jefecra sees this..."

He begins to walk away, then stops and looks back at it again with a slight grin. "An azure way master eh? Ohh I know just where to find one for ya... wonder what ole iron balls here would do in exchange for a hook-up.."