The Unwanted

[*Lutemasta]

Dogatr reads the S.I.G.I.S
And writes a message to S.I.G.I.S to make public

I Dogatr am with Wren in this.
Take us brothers of Monk-hood ,Me and Wren will not resist.

[*Cecil Demented]

Veldrin digs through a leather bag and pulls out a mask, some robes, and a quarterstaff. He spends the next several moments looking them over, and pondering what to do with them. The eye slots of the curious looking iron mask stares back at him with the same indifference. He grabs a hold of it, and puts it on. A few minutes later, he removes it and tosses it aside.

"Nah."

[*Mabus]

Orion, likewise, picks up a bag. He rummages through the contents: a mask, a robe, and a staff ((in a bag?? :P )). He raises an eyebrow, "Ah just what I needed." He walks over to a trash can and empties the bag's contents. "A bag." He keeps the bag and walks off transferring some items from other bags to it.

[*Loki_999]

Dorian notes the robes and masks and laughs. "Damn me, now everyone will look like me."

[*JadedSage]

Faedra notices the long trail of bags like badly laid bread crumbs. She begins picking them, mumbling about littering. After she realizes the bags aren't empty, she has the robes altered into a cute little black dress for herself and bargins with seamstress to sell all the leather bags. After a few survival tricks later, all the staffs are cut into firewood and the masks used as kindling.

[*Tomekk]

*A new, unsigned article appears in the latest S.I.G.I.S. regarding Marius and Hildmor*

"Either you bastards grab onto eachother's throats already and end this madness that plagues the people around you... or things will start getting messy, and one by one you two will end up experiencing the longest fall of your lives, from Minauros to Phlegethos."

[*PigeonStalker]

Brothers and sisters,

Enough is enough, yes? Enough people have suffered for these cowards' vendetta. This imaginary war has had enough casualties. We must end it, and can, have no fear.

We have convinced ourselves that there is nothing we can do. That these murders are going to happen, that we are powerless to intervene and that it doesn't matter anyway. We are wrong, brothers, wrong indeed - our aggressor is one, we are multitude. All his sadism, all his cruelty counts for nothing should we act with the slightest level of brotherhood and bravery.

Join me, mine brothers. Seek this man and remain ever vigilant for attacks. We will bring justice to this murderer yet.
Wren.

P.S. My friends the Harmonium. Perhaps you will step in and do something eventually, preferably before our friend the maniac kills everybody...

[*DM_Duke]

Reading the news troubles Kileen Caine greatly, he dispatches every available Harmonium soldier available in that sector to deal with the matter personally, he makes a public announcement:

"Citizens of the cage, it is in my interest I assure you to see that mass-murder is delt with swiftly and effectivly. The Harmonium will do everything within its power to assure this man is arrested, detained and given firm, unyielding justice.
We ask that you stand aside and do not take Vigilant and unnecessary action. We ask you remain calm and do not provoke the matter further. The Killer wants this anger in us all, and it is only if we let that fire be fed that the monster will have won.
Every Harmonium soldier that can be sent will be sent, every soldier that can act, will act.
There can be no compramise, there must be. The Harmonium recognises and registers as much as you, that this man must be braught to justice..."

At any cost. He whispered to himself idly. He immediatley had every contact he could find called, every last insurgent doubter, dissenter and spy he had mustered, the man would be braught to justice... and if blood had to be spilt to assure that justice was secure.
He understood Sigil wanted blood.
For only a brief moment Caine considered the reprocussion Sarin would retort with if he chose to persue this course of action. That said, he also knew Sarin would understand if he explained the legitimate side of the matter before hand.
Realising it was important to keep the line of communication firm, he spoke with his superiour about the matter, and appropriatley negociated to Factol Sarin that the time for passive-aggression was over, this man had to be found. If he could not be arrested, he would have to be killed and that was the simple truth of it.

[*The Darkest Desire]

My it does take a long time for the citizen of Sigil to see what lies before them. Four deaths. You have grown weak, blind and inactive. It would seem my actions prove useful in many levels. But I do not write here to argue with senseless threats. By now many of you must understand that if I say I'll do something, then it will be done.

You speak of me as a monster. Excellent. I applaud your perceptive capabilities. However I am not the only monster amongst us. And I do not speak of appearances or race. I speak of the inner being. Hildmor and I are the same. You want me stand down to trials, but fail to see the one amongst you whom has decided of life and death this long. More deaths than those created by me in this brief time. Did they deserve it? I say my victims deserved it, and I expect no less from Hildmor.

But enough of comparisons, now is time for education. A few little known facts of our societys, currently less visible and misunderstood menace. Hildmor d'Kridis.



He is truly a man of double life, in his public life he is a disgruntled greedy merchant, dealing with jink day and night. In his secret life he travels in the shadows hiring less than legal deals. Conveniently whispering with shady figures even in public. He is also a man possessing shadow magic, of course that is nothing technically illegal, but always rather questionable...

But I would not want to ruin the game with too many spoilers... yet. As you might have seen, I have altered the rules of game. Taunt me as much as you wish, but your taunting has no offer for me to take, I bring the turmoil, I make the rules, and you... are the victims. Hate me, and use that hatred, you won't find me otherwise.

[*Reptiller]

Oh, look. Marius committed and admitted several murders, now he tries me of many undertable deals and deaths, which he can't prove. Shadow magic in my casting is too, a production of of this man's sick fantasy. Every other caster who knows me will tell you my magic is nothing but normal and so do I.

I could always provide you all dirt on Marius if you wish, but I do believe that we have enough.