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Unusual leaflets have been appearing in seedy places: The Cleft of Shadow in Orgrimmar, the Pools of Vision in Thunder Bluff, the Apothecarium in the Undercity, Murder Row in Silvermoon, the Sewers of Dalaran; and in dark corners across the smaller settlements of Azeroth. Printed on frail, crinkled black paper, emblazoned with simmering orange ink, they may have caught your eye...

You are a twisted soul. You know the pain of death, the loneliness of exile, the searing heat of hatred, the comfort of enveloping shadows. You have struggled to reconcile faith and hope with the rampant war and misfortune of this shattered world. You have tried and tried to seem not too unhappy, not too bitter, not quite crazy enough to be locked away. You have wondered if there is ever going to be anything other than this bleak half-existence. You have pondered if your memories of better days are anything more than an illusion.

But you are still here.

Perhaps you have clung to some shred of your former life. Now is the time to let it go.
Perhaps you have felt a whisper in your mind. Now is the time to shout back at it.
Perhaps you have heard a dark calling. Now is the time to follow it.

Sink into the abyss. Step into the fire. Let the broken earth swallow you. Allow foul winds to blow you here. Here there are others of dark spirit, others who have seen what you have seen, others who will not force you to wear a smile as a mask, others who indulge their darkest desires and become stronger for it.

Strong is what you have always wanted to be.

Soon, a cold hand will tap you on the shoulder. Soon you will feel a dark spirit walk by you, and be compelled to follow. Soon we will find you, and you will come.

Soon you will know the strength of the scorched earth.

The leaflet burns itself into cinders after you read it.


(( New RP guild taking advice on what evil deeds you'd like to see done and also recruiting. Contact Hiribi and Lenhart, and /join evilooc. ))

The dark whispers had fallen silent. Those that skulked in the shadows bided their time and wondered: when will they return? Those of pure heart slept well, knowing that the nights were safe once again. Then, the silence was broken by a scream, choked short by a sickening crunch. By the time the guards arrived, all that remained was the broken body of a human, his eyes cast wide in a last look of horror.

By morning, the scene was cleared, and Orgrimmar returned to its normal business. But rumors spread, and almost simultaneously, leaflets began to reappear in various places of ill repute. Those that knew of such things recognized the strange, black paper and blazing-orange ink, but the letters were penned by a different hand...

Those that say that the world is not cruel are either fools or deluding themselves. But you know; you have gazed at the true face of this world, and you have not turned away from it. You know what must be done, and you have not quailed from your duty. Others have blamed you for the ills of the world, have martyred you for evils beyond your control.

Now is the time to rise up.

We will show them the true face of the world, and as fire consumes all, they will know that this was what awaited them all along.

We know you have been wanting this. We have watched you, how you pass the sleepless nights, drowning out the whispers from the darkness. Do not. Now is the time to go.

The world will burn, and we will at last be warmed. We will be the ones to dance on the ashes of the scorched earth. At the end of things, we will remain.

The letter was unsigned, marked only by a stylized flame. After you finish the last line, the paper ignites with an almost-inaudible "RETH" and crumbles to ashes.

(( Scorched Earth is under new leadership and is once more seeking members! If you have any characters of evil or chaotic leanings, contact Akrita, Gruzzexl, or Mombe in-game or send in a request through the guild finder. If you're seeking a villain for your own plots, feel free to send a mail to any of the above. Our OOC channel is still /join evilooc for any who are interested. ))