Violet Notice; Return Of Haeddi Harhold And A Warrant

[Anarchizm]

A VIOLET ORDER NOTICE

MISSING NOBLE FOUND; MADAME HAEDDI HARHOLD

WARRANT SET ON SYLAS ATWOOD
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On the late evening of July, 307 AC, just hours after the initial notice was published the Violet Order managed to find and return the Great House Harhold's own Madame Haeddi Harhold to the confines of Greygate, safely and relatively untouched. It comes with great pride that we announce that with the duel efforts of knights and violets the young Madame will be brought home safely in a matter of days once her curing is finished.

Furthermore, a warrant of one Sylas Atwood is now hereby placed by the Violet Order for the capture and turning of the young Haeddi Harhold. He is to be brought to the Violet Order at once, dead or alive. Crimes against the gathered nobility will not be tolerated under any circumstances. So long as we, The Violet Order has our watchful eyes on the denizens of old town and new, the clutches of evil will be kept at bay.

.Spirits blessings,

Ser Aldwyn Howlester
Grand Commander of the Violet Order
General of the Imperial Marshal Cabinet
Commander of the Vigilant Shield
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[AtticCat]

Haeddi Harhold thrashed about angrily in the deep of the Greygate dungeons.​

 

[Arhbi]

Marceau read over the notice, his lips twisted in a bitter frown. With one hand, he stubbed his finger against the notice, right where Sylas Atwood's name was printed. His other hand was occupied with holding the studded haft of his warhammer, which he had vowed to cave the wrong-doers sternum in with.

 

[Canaanite]

A young page delivered a copy of the notice into the hands of Robard of Brilonde, who lounged among his chevaliers in the aftermath of the recent Sanguine incident amidst a celebratory foray to the local bathhouse. Gathering around, he read the announcement aloud for the ears of his sword-brothers, who lauded their honorable mention with hurrahs and prayers. Good prevailed that day, and it would be a well-earned evening spent in the company of his fellow d'Homme Knights.

 

[RoseRP]

Rosana was frowning heavily as she read the notice.. "Slowly the world is falling apart.." letting the paper slip from her hands and fly into the wind as she moved on - gathering her skirts and descending into the darkness only the sewers brought, giving one last long look to the sky... stepping into the darkness.

Faerith let out a sigh.. "Poor girl... the man though.. this is definitely going to tear apart the sewers - and it's dwellers.." he then placed the letter in the nearest fire before strolling back through the streets. Mumbling a Frisit Prayer... a smirk forming on his lips that turned back into his stoic face over time.

 

[Conflee]

"Quickly resolved. As it should be. Good work." Beggar muttered, leaning back with a grimace as his leg began to throb in pain once more.