There's a notice left on the board.

Written in giant letters but absolutely horrible handwriting, some words can be made out. Probably.

ANWAR I NEED YOU.

I WILL FIND YOU.

The letter is unsigned. It's probably fine, right?

A poster is put up on the Notice Board. The handwriting is clean and percise, but with no elegance or added flair. Clearly made for maximium legibility.


"To all those who have recently encountered odd happenings in relation to the ocean. Thing such as fish people, odd sea beasts, fog, attacks from the water, anything and everything.

I inquire you to seek me out or reach out to me: Baidu. I wish to collect all interactions the people of the Southern Reach has had to write down and keep for the records in hopes to draw corelation between such events.

If you do not have the time to meet in person, a written letter of your own personal encounters will suffice"

((Discord: GlacialDawn))

☤ To the healers of the Southern Reach... ☤

We live in uncertain times. War, famine, plague and death are all around us. Now more than ever, we must join hands and help those around us. Whether you are an Ichor Mage, a Folk Healer or even just an Ichor Mage, I am calling on you. Please, get in contact with me!

~ Doctor Henry Laurent

Hi! Starfle here! I made a Discord Server for those wishing to engage in Medical Roleplay in Avalore. Whether your character is a Doctor, a Nurse, a Folk Healer or even just an Ichor Mage, come hop in!!!

> Click here to join! <

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Vultures have roosted in the spire.

They circle overhead. They pick us clean with their bloodstained beaks. They snap our fingers off to keep as trophies. And worst of all, they turn us to the darkness, against one another. They make us beasts. They make us one of them.

Something must be done.

Something will be done.

{!} A town crier stands at the center of town, screeching about an upcoming duel. In his hands, a sketch he seems rather proud of... he offers copies to those who wish for them. {!}

"HEAR YE, HEAR YE!
COME ONE, COME ALL!

A DUEL HAS BEEN DECLARED, A BATTLE OF TWO GIANTS!
DEMANDED FROM MUTANT TO FIREBORNE!
TO THE DEATH? WHO KNOWS? 

JOIN US FOR A HARROWING BATTLE OF HONOR AT THE FAIREGROUNDS ON FALLTIDE 9 OF THIS GREAT YEAR.
LET THERE BE BLOOD!
LET THERE BE GORE!
OR AT THE VERY LEAST, ENTERTAINMENT!"

OOC: This will take place at the Fairegrounds on Monday at 6:00 EST! Spectators welcomed if you'd like to come hang!