Goodbye!

A letter is found, left on the steppes of the Royal Oak inn - weighed by a rock so the wind wouldn't take it.

It is as follows:

" I, Cassandra Star, write this public letter to let everyone who reads it know that I am happy in the Underdark and wish to dissuade you from attempting a rescue.

You will find me unwilling to return and such actions would only result in needless bloodshed. Please do not attempt to venture down into the Underdark to rescue me. Thank you.

- Signed, Cassandra - Lince'sa d'Lascivar. - "

*Vincent stumbles upon the note shaking his head and clenches his fist growling at the news shaking his head*

Stupid useless girl... See if I save her anymore, let her enjoy the hell hole..

*Vincent then enters the Royal Oak continuing his patrol*

Jey notices the parchment as she is about to enter the Oak. Out of curiousity she starts to read.
She blinks.
She reads again.
She starts to mutter.
And reads a third time.
After that she takes a deep breath and starts to yell at the poor parchment:

"Is that so, yes?
Miss Cassandra has decided that she wants to become a blackskin dog?
After being rescued from down there over and over again, having thereby caused the spilling of lots of good surfacer folk's blood?!

And now the Missy wants to lick black feet and feel a whip?!

Fine! FINE!!!!!

I will gladly do as you request, doubling! Next time I see you or that stupid Carisha .... I will see black skin and white hair when I look at you, I will see you like what you are.
I hope you are prepared to be treated like the dog you became ..... MISS!"


Jey - who has a red head by now out of her anger - spits on the parchment, kicks an unfortunate pebble out of her way and starts to spread the word that there are two new known enemies of all surface folk.

(( OOC: To add, I would kindly ask everyone to not give me OOC hate over this.. I may be paranoid, but at some times I feel like people really hold ill will for me over IC actions. ))

*Wythran reads the note and pens something in brief*

Understand that you willl not be rescued. Understand that you have chosen the dhearow. Understand that your fate is with them and the black arrows of our Lord's Vengence will be on you. The sun will not touch your skin again except, if you are lucky, to whiten yoru bones.

Fohgar Ironhouse notice the letter....

"GAH!, Bloodeh 'ell dose coalfaced longears are nut goin ta fool meh, wit sum louseh fake lettah, telln anehun be stupid enuf ta loike beein wit drows!

Oim sure even ta most brainless human would rather break all their bones from end to end, den beein bloodeh slave uf a murderes lolthie!

Grumbles, guess dere'll be anutter bloodeh mess cumin up, if anehun goose down 'ere ta free at lass again *shakes head and enters teh inn to drink and forgets about the note*

*Mero comes across the letter and picks it up quite curious reads it over and shakes her head in disbelieve*

How foolish can a single longleg be?..bah.. if the missy wants to be a pointy eared monster..fine..but hah should i ever meet her i will treat her like one..lets see how she likes some magic missles in her lower back.

*mutters something in hin that sounds like a curse then throw the letter on the ground and stomps on it several times before walking away*

Zalazar spots the note from the road and starts to read through it with a grin, once he is done with reading he mumbles to himself "Ehehehehe, one stone and a innocent girl is tainted *laughs darkly* . . forever."

Cruven reads the note, his left eye starting to twitch, he adds the name Cassandra Star to his mental hit list.

"Anyone siding with them spider-humpers deserves the same fast as them... In a pool of their own blood..."

Miyrel eyes the note narrowing her eyes somewhat
"Why am I not surprised. . .Well she always was a sheep, seems she wished to be hunted as one too"
She shrugs carrying on

Riven eyes the letter for a long while, his eyes flashing with shock, anger, and finally sorrow, before he turns away from it. He puffs on his pipe in silence, then shakes his head as he tosses a silver coin at the rock, leaving.

"Interesting how the way fate works - she becomes a slave for the Zhentarim, and now becomes one for what one may argue is an even worse group of people. Perhaps I was wrong about her, but then again, perhaps I was simply far too right. I have nothing but pity to offer."

Ka'avain'nae picked up a tattered piece of paper by now. Trying to un-crumple it and read past the stains that marked the parchments face. His eyes scanned the words; emotionless and uncaring at first before one simple action described his emotions. His eyebrows laid low over his eyes and his lips pursed inwards... two words slipping from his lips as he set the note upon the table.


"A shame..."

Cora, in her all black disguise, reaches down to pick up and read the weathered, spat-upon, stomped note.

"Awww!" Her eyes start to well up. "Cass, Why??? Now who am I gonna talk to?" Placing the note next to the coin, she picks a flower and puts it near the note. She then goes into the inn and sits by the fire in silence.

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Selece eyes the note.

"What fool would seek to bring such consequence upon themselves? Though I do wonder if she is the reason why there have been many bands of adventurers heading into the Underdark. If such is the case, one must consider the possibility of the dark ones growing weary of such raids and may have drafted, or at least forced her hand, the note. Unfortunately, it is certain many will take this as it is."

She notices the added writing.

"Of course the archers of black would treat her as just another dark one."

She walks away.

Liv eventually finds the notice, then just crumples it up and tosses it aside. She doesn't say anything, but doesn't seem to care either.

Tyndal notes it, and makes a point to discuss it with Wythran.

*Celorfin picks up....what remains of the note as most people have handled it with anger...it is barely legible*

*he pauses a moment and tries to decipher through the mud and tearing of the paper*

"Hmm....Underdark....disuade....rescue....Cassand--"

*scratches head*

*squints a little more*

"Don't rescue...happy?! Hah! I knew it! Bloody girl...figures."

*mumbles as he walks away throwing the tattered piece of paper on the ground in a puddle*

Ciardha looks over the note, shaking his head minutely.
"Another one lost to their darkness, claim my life, but others..."
He balled his hand into a fist, knocking two arrows and going off to find a drow.

*Aiveo stumbles by the note, trying to make out what it says.*

"Must be some sort of trick from the drow."

*He heads off into the forest, looking for drow.*

* Nikki stumble upon the letter as well and shed a tear over the corrupted soul and vow to pray for her and to join a rescue team should it be made, a soul can always be found and save, either because it was corrupted and brainwash or because it was tricked.*

"If you wish to cast your lots in with the wicked, then you shall share their fate. So be it."

Ivaris walks away without another word, his face grim and his heart burdened.

Tyndal posts a note of his own:

Quote :

I have spoken with Cassandra under circumstances when she could walk away with me. She chose to return to the dark. As such, I shall regard her as a servant of the drow when next we meet, and treat her the same as I would any other dark one who walks the surface.

Fearlessly,
Tyndal

*walks past the door but stops...paces backwards looking towards the post on the door and rolls his eyes*

"That's all we need...more complications."

*chuckles and draws a little figure of a hanging drow*

While visiting The Oak, Shahnaz hears of the letter from Cassandra.

"Bah! My best customer too!" she sighs, and heads back to Shadowdale to find some new customers.

*Reads the note posted, and just stands there for a few moments* "My friend..." Walks away from the posted note to the bar, orders a drink. Pausing for a moment after paying for the ale, he walks over to the fireplace and sits down slowly, setting the drink on the table next to him. Thinking for over an hour about the choice she has made, he finally picks up his drink and rolls the cup it slowly between both hands back and forth, pausing every few moments to take a sip. Some time passes leaving only an empty mug, shimmering in the firelight. He stands and grabs at his hood and draws it up, and his head back into it. Looking into the fire, he slides a hand into a pouch and pulls out a rolled up piece of paper and looks at it for one last time. Reading apart of the parchment silently to himself... "Cassandra Star, you are hereby granted entrance to Myth Drannor on the..." Angered fists crinkle the edges of the paper, he tears it in two and crumples it into a ball. Holding the ball of the paper in one hand for a moment, then tosses it into the fire, and watches the expensive paper and gold ink burst into flames, flickering off green tendrils. Standing there while watching the paper burn, he turns from it and walks for the door, nodding to the bartender as he goes out the front door. Taking a step outside into the night, rain starts to fall on his head, sounding as hollow plops on his hood near his ears. A fist slams into the door frame and rests there for a partial second as the ground around him starts to whirl and twist, picking up small pebbles and casting them aside as his robes billow in and out at the bottom. Lighting flows from his eyes and crackles up into his hair, moving it slightly. Letting his fist drop back to his side as he starts to walk away, a line of yellow light can be found trailing his fingernails, as the body of brilliant lightning fade into the light of a natural lightning striking the ground as it if it were the angry spear of the gods. The lamp near the door casting a cone of light seems to highlight him. Kristopher steps near the edge of the light and glances back to the door, and speaks quietly as if she could hear him. "Then my friend, I will give you this last gift... you will not suffer... anymore." Then takes off into the night at twice the speed of a normal man, lightning glows bobbing in the night, and distorted by the now heavy rain towards the woods.

((ooc)) G'luck Cass.