Posters found around Shadowdale, Fox Ridge, Edge of the Cormanthor and Misty Falls

*Thees posters would not be up for long, as Ravossel takes them down, and the wounded trees are healed.*

as she takes it upon herself to remove all of them, it would take Ravossel serveral days to find all of the Posters posted around the Cormanthor and other Areas, keeping her from other duties as she is searching such a large area night and day for more of those ads.

*Ravossel Removes thees posters, for such things are only good for spreading needless hate, and mistrust. With Crypto now back in town he can very well take care of the shines again for a few days like be for. With two other Druids at the guild, the land will still be taken care of. And knowing it'll take a cupel days for all the letters to reach every, and for them to meet up at The Guild. Makes it way easer for Ravossel to travel for a few days in the hunt for thees posters of hate. The time spent looking for the posters will give, Ravossel and Donnleen much needed time to think, and to clear there heads.*

* As Ravossel travelers about hunting for thees posters, and healing the trees damaged by the iron spikes. She'll help who ever needs it, and distort any walking dead she runs into.*

/// Public service announcment: Please use a Black stroke around text. please for the love of god black stroke. I die a little every time I see unreadable text on a poster. do you want me to die :'(

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*Crypto would walk many of these roads and shake his head, with a slight smirk at the sight of the posters and when he eventually comes upon Rav pulling them down he would council her calm and sincere*

Rav, I wholeheartedly appreciate your efforts, but... you cannot stop all the hate mongers nor remove all of their hate fodder. These one sided posters are the work of someone with a lot of time, little imagination, and little to do... you on the other hand have undead to fight with me, and we have a fortress to build. Let one of the lower staff pull down these posters and replace them with something a little more creative and a lot more truthful.

A tree will heal from a nail... can a heart heal that hate has wounded so? ... we got an important day ahead of us. Let's prepare for our mission at hand please...

*he'd extend his hand to her to walk back towards the House.*

*With a heavy sigh, Ravossel takes Crypto's offered hand, and walks back to the the guild.*

Once the battle is dun. I do wish to go back to work on taking thees down.

*Crypto smiles as they walk along*

"Well one thing at a time... but yes... I know you care for the House and you care for the trees. I'll even help out myself. Don't feel down... we face this sort of jaded opinion all the time... jaded campaigns even, since the day the House began... and still we grow ever stronger."

*He swings Rav's hand gently as they walk up to the Veranda, Crypto pauses to tell a front guard....*

"Tell Blackhorse to break out his printing press of old... we have a counter-propaganda war to wage."

*He hands the guard one of the posters they took down and leads Rav to the battleporium to make preparations for the big meeting before the grand mission*

As Elektra comes across one of the posters on her way to study, she reads it , shaking her head. Then , with a look up to the sky , she speaks out ," Why is it always that the narrow and simple minds think that 'Redemption' means to be just like they are? ... How utterly pompous !"
With that said, she gently removes the poster, running her delicate fingers over nail still jammed into the tree, sighing.
Having no way to remove the nail, she walks on , stuffing the paper into her bag , as perhaps kindling or scratch paper.

Azzelas would burst out in laughter on spotting one of the elektra posters.

"Many layers of personality, maybe a foul core in this onion?"

Kaetta pauses as she passes one of the posters, a slender eyebrow raised as she stares at the image. After a moment she smirks and turns to walk away, speaking to her familiar as she goes.

"I wonder if they really mean this as a warning, or if they're just poking the hornets nest hoping to get a reaction?"

With a shrug she continues on her way back to Misty Falls.

*Roman gets the memo about being requested to fire up his propaganda machine once again after all these years and gives a flabberghasted look to the guard that gave him the message*
 
"You gotta be F&%$#in KIDDING ME?!"
 
*he sighs and shakes his head and says to himself*
 
"Well how bad can it get this time I wonder???"
 
*He creeps down into the dungeon and starts unloading type set blocks and wood carving tools, see's what colored inks can be rescued from laying years dormant in a chest, and gets to work.  Within hours of the first anti-HoR propaganda cropping up in the Dales... new fliers start to pop up to add fuel to the feud.  These new ones have a particular 'classic' feel and are held to the trees with some sort of sticky tree resin*
 

*Not being part of this great undead battle, Roman toils away at his old art hobby and has HoR staff hang fresh new-pressed posters around the cross-roads, fox-ridge, Misty Falls and Cormanth edge docks.  A trusty bottle of rye spirits at his side, and stacks of parchment left over from when his last campaign got him executed.  For now, his spite is contained to mere dry humor and subtle jabs at the naive, paranoid, and outright insane.*
 
 

*Roman quickly begins to get back into his old state of obsession... he stops eating... he stops bathing... anyone that calls down to him in the dungeon he growls at in a hermit voice*
 
LEAVE ME BE! CAN'T YOU SEE I AM WORKING!!! Grrrumph Hargggg GAhhrrRRR!!!
 
*his tones almost becoming inhuman as he toils hour after hour, subsisting on naught but damn good whiskey and vengeful irony... stacks of new fliers appear upstairs in the back bar for the House grunts to distribute.  Rumors about the house are that Roman is quickly going insane...*
 

*Crypto doesn't even bother to visit with Roman... he just sends him a note.*

"A little more PRO-HoR oriented propaganda please?"

*by the next morning, these are already stuck to trees and posts on either side of the river from Shadowdale woods to the Orc lowlands*
 

Taking a break from her studies , she strolls the river side , trying to freshen the air. As she goes, the plethora of posters catch her eye from time to time.
  " The Dales has more nuts than a pecan orchard, it seems."
  Eventually , she encounters the one with both a red devil face and her name.
A long moment passes , and the only sound there , was the gentle rushing of water and birds singing in the trees.
  Then, she muses out loud to a bird in a tree, as if it could understand.
   "Funny ... How folks have heard of me ... Yet I have not heard of them ... Pretty clear who has become prominent ... and who is not.  Ya know , birdee, my father once said to me , no sooner than he became prominent as the preferred  clan blacksmith, jealous no names started hate speech against him, and he took it as a sign of success. "
    With one more look at the devil poster, she started to laugh in a deep and maniacal way, but soon her voice went hoarse, and she choked and coughed, grabbing her throat as it hurt.
    The bird in the tree seemed to chirp away at her, and she managed to whisper out at it :
"Oh yea? Lets hear YOU try it !"

Mark removes every single poster in the docks and throws it into the brazier, for as long as he is there he doesn't allow any single person to put anything up waving an angry fist at whoever tries to scare them away.

*these posters begin to populate trees and posts around Misty Falls first, then spread out to neighboring lands... the guy that tacks them up with sticky resin giggles a lil bit*

*Ravossel returns to removing the posters. Focusing on the ones that are nailed to the trees. Each nail is removed, and the trees are healed as the offending nail is removed.*