Victims

[joglak]

A note is posted on the noticeboard, pinning over the various letters of the day, and in plain sight for anyone to see. It was choppy, straight to the point. And angrily written.

Lord Zolo Baker Vaedra:

You defend those who removed your leg and treat those who vouched for you as enemies. You were a victim at one point, though not anymore. Your alliances are as fragile as your weak will, and I suspect you will always lay flat waiting for those to come in your defense against your own family, only to then turn on them the same as you have all others. Be thankful you had people to come to your defense when even your own brother found you as a lost cause because, fortunately for the burden you lay on us all, that ends today.

No one in your family has a sense of civility. You are all cruel. Your blood runs black. Do not trust those who's name is Vaedra.

PS. You probably poison the food you give as alms.

~ Eriannan, a man who is sick of coddling all of you.


@Renajaka @NoRezForYou @AlienDark12 @Gabigailll @whoelse

 

[HereticTakao]

Kabili Drulviirn would be seen giggling at the post and saying, "Oh... I feel bad for making his night awful the other day. He's amazing, this is gold."

 

[RainAxe]

Amidst day, The Daalsein would roam across the city streets while there was nothing more than the rare sounds of fauna in the distance, and the clacking footsteps he's made along his walk. The Wydd-Knight halted when he saw a familiar name, plastered alongside the rage-filled ink that smeared across the paper. The more he read, the more a frown grew on himself. He shook his head, moving off with a click of disappointment in his step.​

 

[Depressed_Bean]

As the letter was handed off within a large group, from Lady Vikstrom, to the Lord Vaedra in question, to the Countess, she raised her eyebrows. Upon reading, she asked if the Lady wished for it back, to which she did not. Hearing that the Lady did not, the Countess stepped over to a flame within the Arena Court, and burned the notice handed to her. @Renajaka

 

[PaladinoGui]

"Hm."

Contemplated the Teledden, looking at the notice with folded arms and frowned brows

"I shall spare no apple from that tree, then."

And he dispersed into a cloud of petals, to be carried off by the wind.