First strike, second strike.

[Valran Cranium]

• I thank all the noble tamers, alchemists and adventurers of the land, for fulfilling my needs. Now, it's my time to make your lifes dreadful.
  
  For 80 tamed rats, I thank our beloved guild, The Forbidden Truth.
  For 30 plague potions, I thank our honorful guild, Elites of Trades.
  
  You can all imagine, what I can do now.
  
  Therefore, when it's dark, lock your doors, shut your windows, hide your children and stable your pets. When the clock hits nine, it's my time shine. Once... again.
  
  Sin-cerely,
  Valran Do'Brim,
  The Last Descant

[Valran Cranium]

• Remember this folks.
  
  Anyone and everyone, defending our towns and cities, againts my bottles of illness, will be marked as my personal enemy. I'm not the biggest threath in our small kingdom, but hey, I got bottles to spend... just for you!
  
  With love,
  Valran Do'Brim

[Houston]

Your much promising words do not mean nothing to our will.

The Citizens of Britannia will and shall be under protection of Winchester.

You are now a hunted man, anyone who notices a suspicious figure in the house it may be him trying to steal your belongings.

Beware, he is very sneaky thus you need to check every corner of your house before you leave to the bed.



Zabren,
Paladin of Justice

[Whitewolf]

Your winchester couldnt even beat a orc, what makes you think he has can aid you in catching a man with skill.

~Calamity

[Houston]

Now now, seems like you became brave enough to stand for your minions? About the time you crawl out of the cave.

Guess you two belong into the same grave, thus shall happen.


Zabren,
Paladin of Justice

[Whitewolf]

He is no Cultist, nor a "minon" simply a man if i met id smile and walk by, hes your problem to deal with.

Have fun.

~Calamity

[Valran Cranium]

• Seems like Order of Law-ture-rial... or whatever, is blaming the wrong men for my deeds. The Cult has nothing to do with my strikes. I strike againts the innocent citizens of Britannia... and then I simply steal their goods. Milky Men can try to stop me... too bad they can't stand alone and they always, yes, always, need help from them mudrobes and bloodrobes.
  
  So remember, when it's nine o'clock. Hide.
  
  Sin-cerely,
  Valran Do'Brim,
  Crime Time Nine

[Kent Strider]

Imperial has nothing to do with your squabble, frankly my dear, I don't give a damn.

[Valran Cranium]

• Every time, the same priest, from your Order, is running with them whitecoats curing the lands of Fellucca. If it continues, I guess I will have to strike Malas aswell. Now that, if something, is your problem.
  
  Sheesh.
  
  - Val

[Kent Strider]

It seems to me you just want Imperial angry as well, well if that be the case come to Malas then, come to Luna itself and I will crush your skull in.