Attached is a copy of a bulletin ripped from a wall in Upper.
The notices, upon expensive looking parchment. The script is flowing and written in a distinctly elven dialectTwist.Brothers and sister of the noble blood,
This message is meant for the loyal venerators of the Seldarine in sanctuary. Too long have the faithful been left broken, splintered and unorganised in this city. Threats surround us, and the dark brothers of the bitchqueen of spiders walk among us unafraid. The time has come for us to unite and begin to combat the rot that grows in this city. I propose a meeting in two days, within the grotto under the Rock Bottom, to speak of all that is transpiring in the city, to discuss business that effects all of our peoples in the city, and to organise some manner of leadership for our kindred.
Any priests of the Seldarine are also encouraged to contact me before the meeting to discuss some other important business. I look forward to seeing all kindred at the meeting, however, and may the Coronal watch over you until that time
-Auvreacal Tyrnealylth, Vanguard of Corellon
Allow this meeting to occur in your establishment, and I promise you that the Grotto will run red with elven blood. I grow tired of you providing sanctuary to those whom I hunt.
From this day forward, if I send you the name of someone, you will put them onto the streets immediately. Failing to do so will result in many, many deaths among your patrons and employees.
Countless men and women have I slain, and I wear the stones they carried about my neck. Never have I been caught, or beaten.
My name is fear. Speak it and I will come for you.
The note is unsigned.