[H] Poster - Soul Of The Horde

A lowly peon walks up and barely manage to make out the texts before getting whipped by a Kor'kron foreman. Muttering:
"Riot? We "work work", beaten anyway. No care who warchief!"
as he scurries off to do his work.

((They are poorly treated no matter who's the Warchief, nothing against the message or poster in itself. Good writing)).

Cid wrote:

A lowly peon walks up and barely manage to make out the texts before getting whipped by a Kor'kron foreman. Muttering:
"Riot? We "work work", beaten anyway. No care who warchief!"
as he scurries off to do his work.

((They are poorly treated no matter who's the Warchief, nothing against the message or poster in itself. Good writing)).

Clearly what the Horde really needs is a Lincoln of its own. *nod*

Vangrel Lansire wrote:I wonder how many actual role-played characters in the resistance will die while resisting a dictator.

(( Good luck with the event but yeah ^. I wish I could see an alternative world where we didn't know Hellscream would be a boss.))

Drayt reaches out and snabs a poster. He presses it to his nose and roars out a monstrous sneeze, turning the heads of those around him. He wipes his nose and sticks the poster back to the wall.

Ty'lor Sunhallow pulled hard on the horses reins as soon as he heard the familiar thwack of his masters ebony cane hitting the roof of the carriage, bringing the vehicle to a halt near the gate out into Eversong.

Abulos Sunwing leant forward and looked out of the window at the posters that had appeared overnight. He raised his hand, allowing the glass pane to slide down and reached out, summoning one of the posters across the short distance from the wall to his hand. Casting his eye down the parchment, he looked across into the shadowy recesses of his carriage, and sighed at a pair of emerald eyes.

"Rip down every one you can find."

Zazulia Sunborne, majordomo to Lord Sunwing's businesses, nodded curtly and made a note, jumping slightly as Abulos kindly requested his driver to move on by once again raising his cane and striking the roof. She also noted that Abulos tucked the poster into his robe with something approaching a smile.

Rha'zhin dismounts his raptor, and pulls one of the posters down, reading it with an eyebrow raised.

He finishes skimming over it , and a smirk spreads across his face.

"Hmhm, we 'aven't forgotten, mon..."

He tucks the poster away and climbs onto his raptor, riding off towards Sen'jin village.


((Trolls incoming!))