3. Lurid posters...

Lurid posters...

  • P

    Posters appear with the morning across Narfell.

    @5fc7a4fb3e:

    _"In the Planes of Torment and Despair
    Where Pain and Terror fill the Air
    There rests a great obsidian Chair
    Upone which rests Bane's Derriere

    He rests his pale and pimply Arse
    Upon the cold Volcanic Glass
    Curshed by yet another Farce
    Loviatar Rejected another Pass

    And so another night Alone
    A Virgin on a Virgin's Throne
    Softly fondling his Bone
    He reached down to beneath the Stone

    He pulls out Etching, Sketches too
    Of the one he Really wants to Do
    Over millenia, this lust it grew
    Just like his prick, skinny and blue

    And so we leave him Stroking there
    Until his Orgasm rends the Air
    Ilmater's pics strewn Round his Chair
    In the Planes of Torment and Despair"

    =The Shadow Poet=_

  • N

    *On reading the new the new posters Ad stares at it for a while then remarks *

    _Ah, this poster of irritant rhyme
    Tries to deflect blame for the crime
    Yet were the posters glorious
    He’d be happy to be notorious

    It seems to me our Peltarch advisor
    Is taught a lesson by someone wiser
    Keep hold of your anonymity
    Lest it come back..to haunt thee._

    • He has a quiet chuckle to himself…which dissappears as he turns round to view a sea of faces with raised brows *

    _What ?!?….

    Oh... you surely don't think that I.... ?

    Pshaw.... Any scribe with half a wit could put together a simple rhyming couplet. Why would I want to attract that sort of attention to myself. Had I wanted to blacken the banites or this shadowpoet fellow...I'd hardly do it in person...would I ?_

    walks away shaking his head

  • S

    ((Posted around similar places to the original))

    **Apologies it seems to me,
    Are due from someone else to thee
    But each and every righteous prole
    Sees fit to blame this blameless soul

    Ask I will and ask I must
    What did I, to earn distrust?
    I speak it’s true from time to time
    In rambling and inflammat’ry rhyme.

    And so it seems a herring red
    Sees fit to raise it’s fishy head.
    And sign my name upon a song
    And does to me a minor wrong.

    Unto Ilmater I bear no ill will
    I’ve rhymed before, and will do still
    I did not however, post this one
    You seek not me to see justice done.

    Apologies are sought though, so
    It cost me naught to bow down low
    And offer to Ilmater’s folk
    A sorry for the poster’s joke.

    I will say this only one time
    The poster of the blasphemous rhyme?
    For them I pray, long life at sea
    I pray for justice, and for Mercy.**

    The Shadow Poet

  • R

    Out of curiosity, Elena stops to examine the strange painting while in town on one of her rest breaks. Her face flushing after a moment, she runs back to Vroka's with clenched fists and a rare expression of anger.

  • S

    She grumbles off towards the hilltop, not even noticing

    (( ^^ Good one Ad))

  • N

    • Ad tries to keep a straight face on hearing his paladin friend namecheck Bane whilst asking that his name not be spoken*
  • S

    _Shane grumbles upon hearing of this, content that the posters have been taken down.

    "No matter what or how loathsome they can be… " she is heard to mutter, "Bane is still a God. Whether we fight his influence or not, no God should be blasphemed in such a manner. His name should not be spoken at all here. Period."_


  • On her way through town to her caravan in the east, Penny can be heard laughing hysterically.


  • Upon spotting a poster that wasn't torn down, Kara reads it for a few moments and then walks off, laughing softly to herself


  • Upon hearing this, Genzir swiftly runs about looking for a poster that hasn't been torn down yet. Upon finding one, he takes it down carefully and rolls it up, adding it to his collection of odd junk.

  • S
    Legion

    *shows a poster to trent and asks him to have the helmites go around and remove all pictures of Bane