REPENT!

I implore you citizens! Fix your thoughts, hearts, and minds into prayer. You must make your peace with Moander if you are to survive the terror that will surely arrive soon to this small bastion of life.

The visions have been seen and foretold of a terrible, cataclysmic plague that will strike soon. Moander's wrath will soon sweep accross the streets, taking the children and elderly first. As you scoff at their weakness and proclaim that such a thing could surely never effect you, maggots and insects will crawl over your skin. Your knees will buckle, and the contents of your stomach and bowels will spill uncontrollably about the streets. Languishing in pain, hunger, and fear, you will cry out for us.

Luckily for you, we are reasonable people. We are offering a means to survival NOW. You must pray. You must warn all others. You must act NOW!

-The Church of Moander.

[Posted under many of the notices]

Any man who calls upon the powers of a sickly god of plague to slay those above him must be a cravenly and cowardly wretch of a man.

I do not live for or serve a Lord of this city only to tolerate the idle and empty threats of a coward who would think my death would come through a maggot before a blade's tip.

Leave your name for all to see, Craven. Leave your name for me and where I might contact you to issue you my challenge. I will see you slain in the Arena under a duel of honorable terms and standards. Leave your name to face this, or hide away and know yourself a coward and know your patron a coward.

Sir Mormont Baelister

When disease and turmoil washes over all with no faith, there will be no cowards and brave men, there will be only the sickly and decayed. The rotten and the fallen. I am the Undying Maggot Manifestor, Sir Baelister, and I am no duelist or warrior. Coward? Maybe. Survivor? Absolutely. You're acting foolish now, and I may forgive you after Moander's terrible wrath strikes you down as one of the afflicted.

One thing is for certain. Soon you will be kissing my feet and begging my forgiveness.

Undying Maggot Manifestor, Francis Foltergrim, Pissing Crone Inn.

PRAISE MOANDER.

*there is a note that us barely readable due to poor handling. *it is held with a very sticky substance*

*in barely legible elven* y u spread plague? is dere no sul in ure rutting heart? is dere no feeling fur does that wull die? if su stup de disease. i can scarce hold my sul together wuth de torment in luwer. if nut i shull enjoy de hunt.

.....healer

*More notices are added to the spreading piles, these ones encrusted with dried sickly green slime around the edges and smelling of decay*

Bow down before Talona and pray that she spares you from the suffering and disease that is to come, for she is the only true bringer of canker and contagion. Those who pay homage to her have nothing to fear from the attentions of such as Moander.

Seek Vashan Klener to participate in and further your understanding of the never-ending work of the mistress of disease, and give her your respects.

[an agitated, yet refreshed looking gnome with a trail of maggots and flies tailing a few steps behind is seen dispersing more of his original notes, with the following added on]

--While one would be foolish to deny Talona's domain over diseases and poisons, not even Her strengths will protect the citizenry of this city from the Rotting Decay that lingers near Sanctuary's borders. As decreed by the high prophet Ghamm, Moander shall make skin wither and fall off of faces. Bowels will be emptied. Eyes will be consumed by insects and maggots. Repent. Pray. Moander's ire undoubtedly grows as the hearts of this city are hardened by the words of its hundreds of heathens. Those of you who have spoken with me in private, rest easy, and know that those who have spit on my feet will soon see the fruits of their labors paid in full.--

PRAISE MOANDER!