More posters...
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Just before dawn, several posters appear throughout town, hung in prominent places for all travelers to see.
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A stench of dead fish, an odor you wish -
were alone, by itself, and no more.But then it gets worse, like inside a hearse -
and pig farmers flee from the door.An odor of brine, stale urine and wine -
all contribute like men to the stench.What darkens the door? Armored blubber and more -
its a hideous, wretched dwarf wench!"With a wanion, says I," and spits in your eye -
a mud-queen announcing her presence.Then swears like a seaman and lies like a demon -
all the while never once making sense.'tis Mercy the dwarf, thrown up on a wharf -
by the Bitch Queen's kindest good graces.O Sea Queen - we lack, please take Mercy back -
and put smiles on all of our faces.The Firebird
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_As a dwarfen priestess of Umberlee makes her ways to the Docks to board the vessel on which she is departing, she espies one of these posters, gruffly ripping it from the wall, casting a beady blue eye over the text.
"Oi!" she barks, beating six shades o' shite out of a nearby drunken sailor before swaggering, becloaked, aboard her ship, grumbling bitterly._
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Laughs a bit with a grin
By the gods, Sierra was reincarnated into a firey version of herself. Wonderful
