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[[Over the coming days, the ink upon every parchment the written word was placed upon begins to run. Words obscured, intent no longer known, and in time each one is forgotten as an almost fleeting dream. In the ink stains one might see a face looking back. As for the person, or people who wrote these strange broadsheets ... No word of them was ever spoken, and no letters were ever sent. They simply vanish into thin air.]]

[Over the coming days, the ink upon every parchment the written word was placed upon begins to run. Words obscured, intent no longer known, and in time each one is forgotten as an almost fleeting dream. In the ink stains one might see a face looking back. As for the person, or people who wrote these strange broadsheets ... No word of them was ever spoken, and no letters were ever sent. They simply vanish into thin air.]

[[As ever do they come. Slid under doors in the Krak. Placed into window-boxes in the Palm District. Wrapped around falafel in the Souk.]]

[As ever do they come. Slid under doors in the Krak. Placed into window-boxes in the Palm District. Wrapped around falafel in the Souk.]

[[Tear-stained copies are handed out by orphans, who weep at the news of Marcellus Saenus's passing.]]

[Tear-stained copies are handed out by orphans, who weep at the news of Marcellus Saenus's passing.]

[[And from below, they rise. With great jubilation, and many whispers abound. Eyes turning to the Souk.]]

[And from below, they rise. With great jubilation, and many whispers abound. Eyes turning to the Souk.]

[[As below, so above. Each crinkled page works its way upward.]]

[As below, so above. Each crinkled page works its way upward.]

A wonderful friend! He will be missed. A wonderful first PC <3

[[Many tears are wept in the shadowy places when the latest issue rises. Many knowing of Grenth Flamebringer, friend to all, learning of his passing. Slowly, as ever, the news filters up.]]

[Many tears are wept in the shadowy places when the latest issue rises. Many knowing of Grenth Flamebringer, friend to all, learning of his passing. Slowly, as ever, the news filters up.]

[[From the hands of urchins does the latest issue arrive. Some dabbed in the tears of those who remember, others dabbed with tears of joy at the visage of Marcellus Saenus. ]]

[From the hands of urchins does the latest issue arrive. Some dabbed in the tears of those who remember, others dabbed with tears of joy at the visage of Marcellus Saenus. ]

[[From the hands of gutter children are the latest issues handed among the impoverished masses, and as always, slowly they filter up.]]

[From the hands of gutter children are the latest issues handed among the impoverished masses, and as always, slowly they filter up.]

[[//The contents will be sent in a PM.]]

A letter is slipped beneath a Krak room door.

[//The contents will be sent in a PM.]

[[Orphans wearing matching caps and newly bought clothes are seen distributing amongst the stockade and the refugee camps. As ever, the sheets eventually find their way from grubbier hands, to clientele within the Well proper.]]

[Orphans wearing matching caps and newly bought clothes are seen distributing amongst the stockade and the refugee camps. As ever, the sheets eventually find their way from grubbier hands, to clientele within the Well proper.]

[[A thin smile as the letter is fed into the flame of a candle. No response comes in written form, but Ramez could be assured he would be found soon.]]

[A thin smile as the letter is fed into the flame of a candle. No response comes in written form, but Ramez could be assured he would be found soon.]

[[Another issue rises from the hands of beggar children, who peddle them for pittance.]]

[Another issue rises from the hands of beggar children, who peddle them for pittance.]

[[From the Gutters below, from the hands of urchins, distributed amongst the Stockade, from the dark recesses of the Well. The new issues slowly finds its way to the hands of the influential.]]

[From the Gutters below, from the hands of urchins, distributed amongst the Stockade, from the dark recesses of the Well. The new issues slowly finds its way to the hands of the influential.]

[[The latest issue, though slightly delayed, filters up from the gutters.]]

[The latest issue, though slightly delayed, filters up from the gutters.]