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A letter is sent out to the populace of Stormwind, and posters plastered in the taverns and walls of the city. They all hold the same message:

ATTENTION CITIZENS OF STORMWIND

A new threat plagues our city, friends. This time it is not an attack from the Horde, nor is it a beast of any kind. It is the Cult of the Nightmare.

These cultist bastards are suspected of many counts of murder and vandalism, kidnapping,forgery,blackmail,assault, and many other horrendous things!

We must eradicate this threat! They lurk among us, disguised to hide from our righteous wrath! Fight with me, to rid our city of these parasites!

On each poster and letter, there is an address for those who wish to help. They are asked to send in a letter offering their assistance in defending the city.

((I will wait for a little while to get some responses, then move on to the next stage of the RP. To have your character join in he/she must send a letter to the address.This RP will take place entirely in the forums)

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Milandria tilted her head at the letter, skimming through the words up to Cult of the Nightmare. She stared blankly at the ink for a moment, her face forming a scowl from behind her black and red faceplate. "They're not dead yet?" Her eyes traveled down to the return address. "I suppose... this is my chance to fix that." She folded the paper neatly, slipping it into her satchel. Millie turned to her gryphon, quietly cooing at her. She gave it a pat on the head, climbing up to the saddle. "It's about time those devil-worshiping sons-of-bitches got what they deserved, wouldn't you say, Nente?" The gryphon bobbed it's head for a moment before rearing back, flapping it's wings and taking flight.

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Lucicill smiles at the poster, laughing to herself. "My time to shine." She takes a poster, folding it and placing it in her bag. She picks up Jubtik, her Imp, then walks away.

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((Roofcat's RPing Esta, you gais!))

Estella ran her hand along the stone ledge, looking off to the Slaughtered Lamb. Her eyes glanced about nervously, as this was definitly not the safest time to be wandering about the city. She moved up the ramp, looking off to the balcony which overlooked the sea and what everyone once called the Park. She shaked her head, pulling her hood down over her face further. "Calm yourself..." She thought to herself, stepping off to the tavern's doorway. "Do not fear death. Simply carry out the will of the Master..." As she took a breath and began to ease, a poster outside the doorway caught her attention. Her eyes squint at the words Cult of the Nightmare. "Oh, perfect..." She continues to read through, a slight smirk coming on her face as she looks at the address. "Very foolish... perhaps they're -expecting- us to come out and play."

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Altherion grins wickedly. He slides the poster into his pack, then begins to write a reply letter. His Ghoul mutters. "B-But Master. Culty could be friends. Why we help hurt?" Altherion slips the letter into a mailbox. "Because, I am a wonderful, caring person. I just wish people wouldn't be so...Careless, with the term Plague. They have not tasted the real thing, like we have, Jitters."

Ark slips his response letter into a mailbox, loading his great sniper rifle. It's his first time in Stormwind in over a month.

Furyion Flamelash reads the poster with a large smile. He accepts the invitation, and sends his reply in the mail.

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Arizanna stood glaring at the poster. Rereading it multiple times, and memorizing the address at the bottom. If the Alliance wanted their saviors eliminated, then so be it. They would go first, there can be no room on this world for those who refuse to see what goes on behind closed doors. Ari sighs, the illusion that gives her the appearance of her sister who remains in the Outlands shimmers, she quickly pockets the poster and walks off, the whispers of her Master aiding the growth of plans to liberate the Cult from these foolish people.

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Rennesta is walking about the city, thinking deeply about the situation she may have to place herself in when she sees the poster. She examines it, and tilts her head slightly. At last! Someone is adressing the threat of the Cult! With the revelation that Furyion was not healed, and is in fact pretending to be, and the murder of the previous First Lieutenant -Either it was cultists, or pirates... But most likely cultists, she has no leads on that yet though. However, as she examined the poster some more, and upon seeing the adress, she realized something. This was a horrible mistake. Yes, it would bring heroes from all around to help the threat... But, since the threat lies hidden within the population itself, the cultists could easily get rid of those who wish to make the city, and in turn the world, a better place. Rennesta frowns. What kind of idiot would openly do this...? She sighs, and takes the poster. Well... At least she won't go in with an ignorant mind... And... She may be able to get at the cultists with their own trap. If they come, and try to kill the others, perhaps she then will know who they are, and perhaps get some information... That sounds good. She breathes in and out deeply, and summons her horse. First, a letter...Then, the place. She heads over to the bank to get some parchment, write the letter, send the letter, and go to the place -This takes a bit of time, so things may change within the time frame of her doing all these actions...

You can't live life unless you gamble it at every second.

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For all those that would venture to the return address, it is simply an old abandoned shack with a sign on the front saying "Send a letter to help your city!". The letters are obviously being redirected to another location.Those wishing to help would have to send in a letter before anything could be done.

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((As Theronsus))

Theronsus Lanthdarius plucks the poster printed on thick parchment away from the call board in Stormwind's Trade District. It caught his attention with the print reading “Cult of the Nightmare”. He proceeds to walk away from the call board.

“Hey, put that back, that is for all citizens to read!” Shouts a nearby guard as he walks in the direction of the auction house. He simply ignores the guard, raising his hand over his shoulder and snaps his fingers, causing the guard to heat up inside his armor. The guard backs off, feeling an immediate need to jump into a pool of water and runs off.

He proceeds around the auction house and down the corridor leading towards the canals while reading the poster. “Lies...” He looks up as he stands near the bridge. “Slander...” His voice growls deeply upon the words. “I did not join a filthy wanna be group!” His voice smothered in anger, his louder than normal statement attracts no one's attention.

He was about to proceed towards the Mage Quarter before something else caught his attention.

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Fennore looks at the poster, his eyes glowing brightly and a wicked grin behind his mask. He pulls it down, examining it more closely. "Well then." His voice is slow and calm, "It seems like I have an excuse to kill Estella now..." He looks over his shoulder at the passing guard.

The Guard is clearly watching the tall elf nervously, "Citizen, how are you today?"

Fennore's robes flutter slightly in the breeze. He lets the cloak that he had wrapped around him loose and it billows behind him revealing long, menacing blades. Fennore smiles sweetly at the guard, "Oh, I was just on my way to the church. I'm one of their priests and need to pray about peace on Azeroth and all that."

The guard stops looking the elf over, "You're a priest?"

"Can't you tell? look at the robes."

Eyeing Fennore curiously, the human nods and walks away quickly. Fennore returns his attention to the poster, chewing the inside of his cheek. He takes note of the address, folds up the paper, then wraps himself back in his cloak walking away chuckling.

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A demon wanders about the city, it's axe in hand, it sits staring at a poster, before violently ripping it off of the wall, where it is hung up.

"Master want. Take to master." it says, returning to the Twisting Nether near instantly.

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The rogue finished adjusting his Stormwind Guard helmet, using a potion he kept in his flask to take the form of the man beneathe the uniform he approached the flier. "Excellent...." He repeated with the ancient tongue, taking the flier off of the wall and sliding it into the uniform. "Excellent...the Dark Lady will be pleassssed..." he said again with a wide grin crossing his face.

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Dedila Langeston walks around the city as per usual, clutching her snow white pet rabbit in her arms. She knows she must get back to her training, or else fall to the insanity of what she is 'following'. She is not stupid. She knows what an Old God is, and what they can do. So, to save her mind from one insanity, she must dive into another one. The shadows do corrupt, and people do go mad from it, but not her! She may be weak, with her athsma fits and weak stature, but inside she is strong! She must become stronger throughout!

As these thoughts race through her mind, she glances up... And sees a poster staring at her right in the face. Sh tilts her head slightly, and examines it. She seems calm... until she sees the words 'Cult of the Nightmare' printed out for the whole world to see. Dammit! What if people know she is involved? She does not know if they will show mercy to her or nt due to her noble status... The hell with mercy! She needs to get rid of these pests that try to ruin her only chance to gain power!

Rather quickly, she starts to run -Becoming out of breath occasionally- and tries to discreetely find any other cultist within the city to see what must be done about this. They will not fall. They cannot fall!! If this N'Zath is what it seems to be, Dedila will be the most powerful person over!! Just you wait, Marthin! You'll see who becomes 'Daddy's and Mommy's favorate little girl' soon!

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“…letter from Blay….mmm, bill.”

Scrunching her nose, Shaii flipped through the pile of mail that the postmaster had set aside for her. More contracts were adding up; more than she’d actually thought she’d ever have. With a sigh, she tucked those letters into her belt before eyeing the last, crisply folded letter with uncertainty.

She’d seen this type of stock before; old parchment with a bit of worn edging. Pulling a dagger out, much to the dismay of the other people gathering their mail, the elf tucked one sharp end under the wax and gave a tug. As it fell open, the scent of old books wafted up at her. The words were beautifully inscribed along page with the dark ink eating up the expanse of parchment.

As she read, a slow smile appeared on Shaii’s lips and her eyes lit up in triumph. She was going to get a chance for a rematch. Folding the letter up, she slipped it into the leather of her chest piece; eyeing a dwarf who’d stopped to watch her curiously. When she’d tugged aside the leather, she shot the man a wide grin and flashed a length of one of the throwing daggers she kept tucked in there.

The man gulped and turned back to his mail as Shaii headed into the sunlight, murmuring softly to herself, “Wonder if Fenn’s seen this…”

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Ghort removed his helmet, dull grey eye glinting as he walked along the canals of Stormwind, he yawned lightly, it had been a beautiful day. He brandished his bow for a moment, eyeing the fine wood and steel, he buckled it across his back, smiling brightly, he blinked as he saw a group around a section of the wall, he caught several words, mainly the words 'Cult' and 'Nightmare', once the group departed he approached the wall looking at the poster, a low growl escaping him. "Damned Cult.....They should be eradicated..." He grinned darkly, flipping his long bladed dagger between his fingers as he chuckled. "Well, I suppose this gives me a good reason now to kill Rowell." He chuckled, ripping the poster from the wall, tossing it into the canal, he continued on his marry way, flipping the dagger between his fingers as he walked along.

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Aldumraan looked at the poster, grinning. The Order would finally get their chance to fight the cult menace. He went back to his home, to write a letter in response.

______________________________________________________________

Vaekorsin memorized the words of the poster, and would drop a letter into the mail later that day.

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Interesting enough, each person who had looked at the poster or responded in the correct format of sending a letter to the address would receive a letter with the following words:

"Meet in the northwest spire of Stormwind's walls. The guards will let you pass.11pm.

-Kasim"

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Rennesta heads to the location stated on the letter, hoping that those foolish enough to actually follow this thing without precautiouns are well armed. Very well armed.

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Dedila Langeston is still racing about the city, hoping she can find the place where she can contact her fellow cultists through magic, or even in person. She did not have a good feeling about this, even if the cult had a good grip on the situation.

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To all those who would come to the location at the given time, it would not seem very well fortified. There were no guards, and a single door leading into the spire. A winding staircase led up to a large room, with a raised rectangle of wood with a desk. Three steps from the floor to the raised portion were the only portion of the non-raised floor that was not covered with a thick,white rug. One man stood on the raised portion, dressed in a black pair of pants and shoes, and a blood red shirt.

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Vaekorsin called for his Winged Guardian, the lion descending. He climbed aboard and flew to the location, heading up the stairs and into the room. He observed the man standing on the raised section warily, readying himself for battle if need be.

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Aldumraan rode to the location with two paladins on each side, climbing up the stairs and into the room. He stood in a corner of the room, his two bodyguards watching both entrances.

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Rennesta arrives at the place, and her horse starts to try to veer a different direction. After several, long minutes of trying to calm her horse down, she finally does, and dismounts. She looks at the place up and down. A spire. Rennesta frowns. Nothing ever good happens at a spire building. She walks up to the door, and knocks.

No answer. She opens the door, and sees that there is no one guarding the door -Well, wouldn't they have been outside guarding, then? She sighs, and walks inside. She closes the door behind her. She looks at the spiral staircase, and starts to climb up slower than usual. Man... She really needs to up her training; too much stress on the body might do something...

Once up the stairs, she enters the large room. She looks around, and spots the early arrivals who had heeded the call to unite. Her gaze then drifts to the man who is standing on the raised portion of the room. Better be prepared. Don't want something like what happened at the Cathedral to occur...

((Btw Matty, this is BEFORE Renny goes unconcious, cause Vaer might be present when she wakes up, and may know a lil moar bout her from that))

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((Screw Roofcat, this post includes Esta. ^.^; ))

Milandria smirked upon recieving the letter. "Well, Nente. Looks like we've got ourselves an appointment." She looks to the gryphon and points off to the northwest, it's eyes following to the direction in which she points. "How's about it, Nente?" It nods it's head, tail whipping back and forth. Millie slipped her helmet on her head, climbing onto the gryphon's back and lightly kicking his sides. "Head to a spire, boy." As the gryphon takes off, Estella's eyes light up beneath her hood, watching the red-plated beast take off with the familiar Scarlet on it's back. "So that's where it is, is it?" She mumbles quietly to herself. She takes a step out of the shadows and stops herself, recalling the night before. "No... I must notify Talgriv..." She pulls back, glancing about before departing, back to Duskwood.

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Dedila sighs. How does one commnicate with the cultist members? Se looks around, and clutches her snow wite rabbit in her arms. No one seems to be paying attention to her. She looks up at the sky, and thinks, "Hello? Anyone around who knows about this problem concerning the posters?"

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Tenebrae pulled up to the outside of the spire. Unlike a weak, living, fear filled horse, it did not bulge. Did not fear. Altherion slipped off and stared up at the spire, eyebrow raised. "Some building to try and stop a Cult...Looks more like one of their damned lairs. Whatever..." He unsheathed his axe, and marched up the steps. His horse rode away.

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Estella stops before a small lake, hidden within the woods northeast of Darkshire. She sits down in the grass her eyes shut. Her imp, Bizmir, also does so, eyeing her curiously. "Mistress? What are you doing?" She growls softly at the imp. "Silence..." She began to concentrate, listening to the trickle of the water and the winds echo through the woods. "Talgriv, I may have found out where this meeting is taking place..."

After a long pause, the familiar voice whispers into her thoughts.

"Where?"

A slight smiles comes across her face. "The Scarlet Crusader mentioned a spire to the northwest of the city..."

"And you're certain that's the place?"

"More than likely. She recieved a letter similar to the ones others seem to be recieving. Besides... she's a Scarlet. She'd never pass up a chance to bring us down..."

"Very well. I'll send the girl in."

She raises an eyebrow at this. "The girl?- OH, yes. That one..."

"Yes... the girl. She'll provide a useful body to spy through. Even if they do catch her, she won't be able to provide names-- to provide faces."

The imp tilts his head at her, as the smile grows wider. "I never thought of that."

"She knows not that we have a fragment of her soul. She won't act suspicious at all, for she has nothing to hide that she knows of... and let's keep it that way."

Estella nods her head. "Of course. It would only give Fennore something else to want our heads for."

"Hmph... he'll get what's coming to him. At any rate, I must show the High Prophet this place."

"May I accompany you both?"

"Yes."

"I'll be there soon."

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