Wanted: Knights Errant

WANTED: SLAIN

Five individuals on the charge of attempted assassination of Our Lord of the Fragrant Light, Roshema Lughlashte VIII.

-Cu Sith Male, green fur, with cloth- and metal-hewn armor. Described as “Rough and Tumble”, “A Danger To Society”, and “Not Even Worth The Effort of Re-Education”. Often seen with a large spear (Most likely to overcompensate for something else unmentionable), and somewhat feminine braids in hair. Physique akin to gnarled and sinewy, with enough space between ribs to plant a foot. Notable features include twisted and curled fangs, bloodshot eyes, matted fur, and disgusting wounds that drip constantly. Responds to “Heathen”, “Green One”, and “Giddi”. Bring back Arms and Legs as Confirmation of Death

-Cait Sith Female, dark fur, long, matted hair, and broken facial apparatus. Described as “Gangly”, “Nothing but Garbage”, and “A Failure of a Bride”. Often seen wearing tattered robes. Physique akin to a twisted tree, thin as a stick, and akin to a hag. Notable features include inflamed joints, blank eyes, and horrible sores across the face. Responds to “Kitty”, “Cleric”, and “Lydia”. Proceed with Caution, as rumors tell of being able to engage with others and cause ruin form a single sentence. Bring back both head, and tail for our Confirmation of Death.

-Caorern Male with incredibly large, twisted and half-broken horns, matted fur with stains of dried blood and gore, tattered and splintered scales, and metal implements. Described as “Henchman”, “Silent One”, and “Meat Shield”. Often seen with a Half-Broken Mace (Most likely compensating for something unmentionable). Notable features include bulging muscles in the Right Arm, cracked scales being shed whenever moving, and the smell of death from forty feet away. Proceed with caution, extremely strong, agile. Responds to “Dragon”, “Sheep”, “Mongrel”, and “Kara”. Bring back Tail and Horn for our Confirmation of Death.

-Cu Sith Female with Dirty Blond Fur, burn marks around joints, and tattered robes and bits of paper. Described as “Hermit”, “Fire Starter”, and “Always Livid”. Often seen clutching a large tome, scraps of cloth, and holding a gout of flame. Notable features include deep burn marks around the eyes, orifices, and hands, the smell of Sulfur wherever it is found, and mournful, angry moaning. Proceed with Caution, rumors and stories of Traces of Fel Magic have been recorded within the nearby vicinity. Responds to “Flametongue”, “Heretic”, and “Ezmerelda”. Bring back Head and Hands for our Confirmation of Death.

-Elf Female with long, tangled orange hair, torn leather clothing, and the body of a witch. Described as “Instigator”, “Argumentative”, and “Mournful Skull”. Often seen clutching a book with pages mostly torn out of it, a tattered hat, and gnarled limbs. Notable features include shaking limbs and body, empty eye sockets filled with hate, and gangly limbs that look ready to fall off. Proceed with great caution, rumors of magic and sorcery follow along with appearances and disappearances. Responds to “Sylvan”, “Shamed One”, “Flame Hair”, and “Clementine”.  Bring back scalp, left leg, and right arm for our Confirmation of Death.





	The group had been wandering through the city for the better part of an hour when they had come upon these posters bearing their likeness… They each take down their respective flyers, and give them a read-over before anything else… The Cu Sith female speaks first.
	“What the fuck…? This doesn’t even sound like me! Though… it does sound kind of badass… Wait, what am I saying, this is awful…” Like that, she takes that piece of parchment, and crumples it up in her hand… Next to her, the male counterpart of her species looks his over…
	“...Wh-! Ov’rcomp’nsat’n fer somefin’...? I’ve a be’er time wi’ Clemmi tha’ cou’ tell th’ difference… Oh, th’ bloody gits’re gon’ tae pay fer tha’...” He folds that flyer up, and puts it into the pocket of his robe before pulling his hood a bit better onto his head.Next to the canine, his squire pulls down his own piece of parchment.
“Oh, absolutely fantastic… They have me down as some sort of monster for this… Though… why am I described as some sort of lumbering creature that can’t even make a sound…? That’s rather strange…” He reaches up and rubs the tip of one of his horns before quietly folding up that parchment, and placing it back onto the bulletin board that he had gotten it from a moment earlier. He lets out a sigh for a moment... Next to him, the Cait Sith girl speaks up a bit…
	“Ugh, how am I a ‘failure of a bride’? That doesn’t even make much sense, anyway…! Oooh, this doesn’t bode well… This doesn’t bode well in the slightest… Clementine, what does yours say, love?” At the sound of that, the elf girl balls up her piece of parchment, and throws it to the ground!
	“I AIN’T NO GOD’S DAMNED INSTIGATOR! IFFIN’ I WAS, I’D BE THE ONE THAT WOULD START A FIGHT AND FUCKIN’ END IT! HOW DARE…!!” The entire group looks to the elf girl for a moment at the sound of that, the Cu Sith female even giving a bit of a scoff at the sight…
	“Heh, when did you grow a pair, Clem? Finally hit a nerve or somethin’?” The elf girl looks to the canine for a moment, her eyes starting to fill with anger-filled tears. This was certainly getting to her, wasn’t it? “Fine, fine, let’s go find an Inn. I wanna go rel...a…”
	Just as the canine trails off, and starts turning, the only thing she sees is the point of a rather sharp-looking spear and a large Dwarf wearing a set of shining armor. He presses his weapon against the canine girl’s face for a moment before another person comes in, and presses their weapon against the Elf… And another person… And another… and another, still… All of which were riding large, scaled beasts with twisted, gnarled grins. The group stand there, wide eyed for a moment, clearly caught off guard…
	Suddenly, the sound of a deep, draconic growl fills the air before the Guard Corps suddenly pounce…!