Rings of Honor

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::a note is posted on the board, and though the signature is Jonn's rough handwriting, the text has clearly been drafted and written by another, more sophisticated, scribe:: Be it known to all that as of now, any previously offered bounties, official or otherwise, are retracted and nullified. After ...

After days of increasingly foreboding silence and with a pall of threat and woe hanging over the entire house and grounds, the household staff of the New Haven manor happened, entirely by happenstance, to gather one at a time or in pairs in a far corner of the Red Dragon Inn. Most of the staff were ...

See you in the ring.

The hearth sat cold and bare, the manor's current occupant's preference being open windows and fresh breezes to the smoke and warmth of a fire. At least within the walls of his own house. Outside the study, servants and guards crept quietly about their business, avoiding drawing the Baron's attentio...

This is going down Wednesday night. Be there, and bring a mop.

Jonn

((WED April 24 at 10pm EST. The wonderful Andrea Anderson has agreed to call!)

Anubis,

Sorry, no autographs.

Jonn

I choose the path of the sun.

Witch Baroness,

You forgot something. The rest of him is waiting for you at Battlefield Park.

Don't start fights you aren't ready to finish.

-Jonn

::the note is pinned to the board by a long but slender knife, which has been driven through a human ear and into the note below::

Moving away from the junction of tunnels and his meeting with Runt, most of Jonn’s attention was on the terrain ahead of him and avoiding detection but a portion of his mind turned Runt’s words over and around, exploring the unfolding possibilities, risks and benefits they laid out. Most of those re...

Don't worry, this will work out good for you girlie. Your little challenge will still be valid and you can take on the guy who has New Haven after I beat the old man's brains out. If the old man is somehow able to beat me, and you do still have to get New Haven through me? I only find you useless, n...

A horde of scurrying ants has invaded the stately grounds of the New Haven Baronial Manor. A small horde, but a horde nonetheless. Made up of filthy laborers in the drab colored clothes that defy description which dirt and wear and age have made a sort of universal uniform in the poorer quarters sma...

::a note written in painfully simple block letters is pinned up by a disreputable looking man who looks like he might be a pimp, or a Matt Simon impersonator:: Hey horny bitch. You mean before you shoot someone in the back from hiding, like a coward? And then setting a pack of your devil hounds on h...

Dead? Nope. Check your six asshole, you're gonna see me there

Jonn

Overbore,

I'm coming for you. Say when!

Jonn

::The note is written in Jonn's primitive handwriting, on what appears to be the back of an order form from some unnamed bar:: Mallory, That's a fine story. You should go into showbiz. You're one to talk about a knife in the neck, don't try to deny yours and your lackey Michelle's were aimed for my ...