August 14th, 2016


[info]codexnpcs in [info]codexnet

You may have seen the fire last night. You may have started to hear rumors. I write here to establish the truth for all:

Last night Narazda Tethras, Head of the Nevarran Merchants’ Guild, deshyr of the Guild Assembly, pillar of Cumberland society, ally and supporter to all those who would end the Blight was assassinated at her home. Agrevain Berith, Head of the Nevarran Carta, leader of the organization that delivered tainted lyrium to the Circle and the Chantry, to the Tevene ambassadors and the Grey Wardens, whose greed for your gold led to more than disruptions and sickness but death, placed several contracts out for her assassination. While he dared not face her personally, her blood is on his hands.

And yet, hers is not the only blood on his hands. Her murder was not simply personal, it was business. He has paid gold to sow further discord and troubles in our city, in our country, so that he can step forward as your savior and rake in even more gold than he spent for cheap goods you cannot trust. He would see you lose what you need with one hand to sell it to you, for an exaggerated value, with the other.

None of this will stand. I, Sandrin Tethras, Acting Head of the Nevarran Merchants’ Guild and all of the Guild, will not let his crime go unpunished and his greed be rewarded.

FIRST Evidence of Berith’s crime has been provided to the proper authorities. There is no doubt, and the punishment for his crime is death. Should he be apprehended and secured long enough, he will die.

SECOND His crimes warrant swift justice; since he is a wily man capable of disappearing for great lengths of time, I hereby place a bounty of 5,000 (five thousand) gold pieces for his death. Bring me his corpse, and you will have seen justice through and be paid well for your part in it.

THIRD In honor of our late leader and your staunchest ally, because the injustice done to her and to this city cannot be allowed to stand, in demonstration of all that Narazda and the Guild has done so far, to show you the far ends the Carta wants there will be no lyrium delivered to the Circle or the Chantry, to the Tevene Embassy or the Wardens, until Agrevain Berith is dead. The Guild will not deliver its lyrium supplies. However, to prevent further deaths, the deaths of innocents, and the rewarding of murder, all attempts made by the Carta will be intercepted. There will be no more lyrium as of this moment.

FOURTH Once justice is served, once lyrium services resume, I will happily meet with representatives from any group that needs more to ensure all your needs are met with product you can depend on. Whatever your needs are, we can meet it, and we can be trusted with it.


Your faithful ally,
Sandrin Tethras
Acting Head of the Nevarran Merchants’ Guild

Postscript: Do not bring Agrevain Berith to me alive. It matters more that he is dead than who kills him. If you have his location and contacting me will not compromise action, I will happily join you in exacting justice, and whether it is by my hand or yours, you will receive the full award.

[info]minarchist in [info]codexnet

LEV.

You see that bounty for the Carta head's head?

[info]codexnpcs in [info]codexnet

Crows.

One of you can at least do your damned job. Payment's forthcoming.

[info]sersilence in [info]codexnet

Templars
First tainted lyrium, and now no new lyrium. Maker help us all.

I am here for all of you, should you need to talk have questions about how to deal with the hardship to come.

Private
O Maker, hear my cry:
Guide me through the blackest nights.
Steel my heart against the temptations of the wicked.
Make me to rest in the warmest places.

O Creator, see me kneel:
For I walk only where You would bid me.
Stand only in places You have blessed.
Sing only the words You place in my throat.

[info]suledin in [info]codexnet

CROWS.

If killing the leader of the Merchants' Guild will create this much insanity, I wonder what our contracts will do? You could start your rebellion now, Shaeshae.

[info]pseudonyme in [info]codexnet

And when the mighty fall, they fall hard, leaving quakes in their absence. It is not nor ever will be the same without you, Narazda Tethras.

Filtered: Noëlle D'Orly
My dear, in much better news, your dresses have arrived. When shall I bring them over to you?