Notices are placed up in various parts of Old Upper Sanctuary, Lower Sanctuary and New Dunwarren. They are written in an unsteady hardwriting, as if by someone who is not entirely at home doing so. A Seal of Lathander is at the bottom of each.
Sanctuary is broken. A darkness has fallen upon us. Chaos reigns in the streets, small men indulge in plot and intrigue, each filled with a fatal lust for power. A deceptive calm has settled upon the city, but beneath it the people cry out in their despair, seeking hope in a hopeless land. A nameless, cold intelligence lurks in the depths of this City. And now it stirs. Good men have fallen into depravity. We have embraced the hate and greed that are intrinsic to the races that inhabit the deep places of Toril, and forgotten all that made us what we were when the sun still touched our faces. But all is not lost, good people. Hope remains, if you would but cast your eyes upward, to the Temple high upon the hill. Any who wish to make the journey will be welcomed with open arms. Justice comes with a price, however. There are many who would spread the fatal corruption further upwards. There are those who would extend their stranglehold upon the husk of Dunwarren. And they must not be abided.
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All men of good heart and able body are asked to attend a meeting at the Temple of Tyr in New Dunwarren three moons hence, to discuss the defence of the settlement. All goodly people with strength in them are asked to stand up and accept the responsability, for if they delay too long in rising, when finally they do they may find they stand alone. The time is now, for all.
That is all.
- Warden Redpath
((Friday 10:00PM, GMT.))