Rifkinn turns to Uthgaar and states...

“The provincial governments may lean towards apathy of the Perverse and passiveness towards their supporters…. But the Inquisition will never accept such a weak and appeasing view toward the filth”

“They have allowed them to roam the wilderness for to long, built wealth, honed their skills and practices their unholy disciplines”

“As a result the citizens have grown to accepting of their ilk, and in turn misplaced their faith in the immortals with complacency toward the divine”


Rifkinn draws one of the rusted daggers from his haversack, holding up the parchments to the tree he stabs the dagger to hold the parchment in place.

The Parchment reads....

>>Citizens

>>All Profane, perverse, supporters of, and anyone lending aiding will incur the wrath of the immortals through our blade.

>>Your lands will be released from this unnatural scourge

>>The streets and hills, towns and hunting grounds will run red with the blood of these creatures.

<< No space will be void from our righteous wrath.

>>Your Governments may have abandoned you, but the Immortals, through the Inquisition will not.

Signed:

Inquisitor Rifkinn Shomm

Uthgaar McUlrik

Crayzeke Shunshades


Uthgaar, stroking his beard and appraising the parchment speaks…

“Starting in shard, we will work our way north, we will need to spread these missives to each province”

Rifkinn confirms the words with a nod.


( OOC: this will be from Friday night till Monday)