Topic: The Bane of Dragons speaks

Scourge of Dragons

Date: 2008-02-01 14:50 EST
In an open letter to be read by all in the Oracle, written on simple parchment in a fine black ink, in exquisite penmenship was written this

"To the People of Rhydin, i am the Bane of Dragons, charged with the genocide of all those cursed creatures known as dragons. The filthy, power-mongering beasts that they are, who like to hoard over other beings, not as powerful as them.

I have in the course of a week or so, have rid you of at least 14 of the beasts, including some gold wyrm calling itself Andur. His soul was indeed tasty. And also to any fools who think you can stop me by bringing the dragons i kill back, think again. You cannot raise something from the dead, if it has no soul. I have seen to that, all of my trophies well be minus a soul now. There is no hope of raising them from death, no matter how powerful you are or think you are.

I would like to say, that i have no issue with any other beings on this miserable backwater, only dragons. So if you be as so kind to stay the hell out of my way, i will not come after you. But if you love and aid these filthy beasts, then you are my enemy.

That is all i have to say, and i will only say it this once. Do not interfere in my task or join your filthy worms in Eternal Death. However if you are one that hates Dragons as i do, then we can talk. I would pay handsomely to anyone who can prove to me that they have killed a dragon. A sum of one million gold crowns to anywho hunt dragons and brings me proof of doing such.

Thankyou"

Tera Destre

Date: 2008-02-04 23:48 EST
The cowgirl Queen happened to pick up the latest letter to The Oracle staff. She happened to be sipping a caf? mocha while reading it. She was waltzing from the reception area where she found the letter lying on the no-count, good-for-nothing-but-filing-her-nails Becky?s desk to her own desk to take a seat and get comfy while reading it. She may have been muttering a bit loudly in the process in response to a few things she read in this letter.

?Well I?ll declare. This here whatever type of being it is obviously ain?t stopped by that there Arcane Lore magic shop over at The Marketplace yet. Why when I went in there they had this here book that was all about how to raise the dead successfully and they had that there Necromancy Staff for sale too and that there Mad Madam Mim?s shop why she has all them there potions and such for all sorts of bringin? back from the dead with or without them still havin? their souls attached to ?em. I wonder where this here bein? is from cause surely they ain?t from RhyDin where I have seen for certain sure that anythin? is possible and if they are thinkin? otherwise I might maybe outta write them a little letter but then right here they are callin? me a filthy worm and sayin? I?m goin? to my Eternal Death all because I consider Icer my good friend. This here so-called Bane of Dragons has got them some serious tunnel vision goin? on I?m thinkin?. It is a very good thing Gav called in more guards from Westridge because this here town is gettin? crazier all the time.?

Des took the letter and tossed it on Jewell?s desk then went back to her own desk and returned to sipping her caf? mocha and daydreaming about the day she first met her beloved husband Gavilean now that Valentine?s Day was almost here.