A note is tacked to the altar of Imperial

[Kent Strider]

*Laughs loudly*
I would call it more of a pussy thing myself. Luna will no longer go unguarded. From now on I will keep a watch, and I have decided to come to Britain more often as well, seeing as how you don't seem to like that much.

[Valran Cranium]

I'll come when the time is right.

I don't mind making attacks when you're there. Unfortunately, the damage is bigger when your folks aren't around. Therefore, I strike at dawn.

Perhaps the next time, instead of two plague potions... I'll bring a few archers and a bard with me. If you look for battle, I can handle that aswell.

Your friend,
Valran Do'Brim,
Crime Time Nine

[Kent Strider]

Sounds like a plan, you bring two archers and a bard, and I will bring the Head Priest of Law and a few of my own personal elite.

[Akkarrin]

can i come too? nothing else to do, im more then happy to set an example of what happens to those who plague cities.

-Akkarrin

[Kent Strider]

Sure Akkarrin, all are welcome to make an example of this scum.

[Gorath Blackmind]

*Sebastian walks in Luna at night time, sneaking in the streets. He comes across the bank, and his eyes catch an interesting bunch of notes. After reading the notes he browses through his backpack for a quill and ink. He attaches a small note himself. It says:*

Greetings, most honorable Valran Do'Brim.

It seems you really have good senses and sharp wit. I am Sebastian Slade, an assassin by profession. I would be more than honored to talk to you about your actions and motives behind then, for I would be ready to give you and your lackeys a hand. Without a payment, ofcourse. I've been watching your masterplans executed, glaring from the shadows. If you wish to meet me, and even perhaps let me help you in your masterfully devious plans, you may find me where ever you wish, just name a place and time.

Most humbly yours,
-Sebastian Slade

[Kent Strider]

*As Kent strolls through down glowing with the radiance of Her, being very aware of his surrounding he begins to get bored*

"Empty threats." he says as he begins to climb the side of the Inn. When he gets to the top he finds a nice flat area and sits down. "I guess I will just sit up here and wait for one of those low lives to show."

[Valran Cranium]

*another note is tacked to the altar*

Evenin friends,

You will find 20 closest guards to your precious altar dead, aswell as your pitiful emissaries.

The reason for my strike is plain and simple. You and your men are still defending the streets of Britain againts my green creations. It took me a whole lot of time to do all the dirty work in Luna. Still... I saw no members of your order anywhere near. They were either hiding in their homes... or even worse, patrolling the streets of Britain. Just like you Kent.

Now wich empire was yours again?

Sin-cerely,
Valran Do'Brim,
Crime Time Nine

[Kent Strider]

You are so pitifully wrong, when did we defend the streets of Britain, I may have sat there, but surely have not protected them. Either way only two emissaries were knocked unconscious and three lonely plague bearers, what 20 guards do you speak of?

[Valran Cranium]

• Oh, you won't find many bearers. I left three of them for you because I simply got bored. I could of sacrificed those last three aswell, and spread the plague more, but for what? The job was done and your men were nowhere. All the guards from the front and back gates are dead, aswell as guards inside your temple and the ones patrolling from the sides.
  
  Well, I'll visit again another time.
  
  Your friend,
  Vee