It all makes sense now... doesn't it?

[Anaie]

Anaie waited patiently on the walkway above the Drag, her hand drifting to her sides to pat the items hanging from her belt. It'll be passing this way... so she thought to herself. Any time now, that little goblin will be here. Just another target... just gotta be patient and stay focu...

"THERE IS NO ESCAPE FROM THE INEVITABLE!" screamed the orc female that walked the street below.

The forsaken's attention angrily snapped to the frantic orc, who wore a colorful dress and had a signboard hanging on her body. Her hands held out crumpled pamphlets that she tried to force upon anyone close, forcing passers by to turn around and go the other way, or give a wide berth around her.

'Yer gonna scare everyone away ya daft woman!' the little rogue shouted as she gracefully dropped to the street from her perch. 'An I be 'avin business 'ere. Go scare people elsewhere! Yer bad fer business!'

The crazed orc stared at Anaie with a mixture of fear and crazy that she had not seen in ages. 'Whoa, easy there nuttah...' It took a lot to startle the rogue, but there was something about this raving orc that put her at unease.

The orc strode forward, thrusting a hand full of crumpled parchment toward Anaie's face. "Our leaders cannot protect us!" she yelled as she moved.

Anaie instinctively reached down to her cleavers, but did not draw them. Something intrigued her, she had not felt this way in a long while. It was not quite fear, but maybe a nervousness? Maybe it's just me thinking crazy... she's just got papers. She reached out to the parchment in the woman's hand.

"Forces beyond our comprehension have seen us unworthy!" the orc hissed as she drew close, spittle flying as she spoke.

'Yeah, yeah... I seen a lot of crazy shit ladeh. Gimme those.' The rogue thumbed through the pages reading one at random.

"THE END OF ALL THINGS

The crooked serpent with no eyes is watching from the endless sky.
Forked tongues flicker through the black pits in dead stars.
The veil between dream and dreamer slides away like skin from bone.
And even the darkness howls for the light it once despised."

The rogue looked up from the paper and at the orc. 'This shit supposed to scare me? This is pretteh tame so far. Yer all worked up for nuttin..." Anaie tossed the parchment to the floor and looked at the next one.

"A GREAT DAY COMES

Our lives are fleeting." The rogue paused and scoffed. 'You know Forsaken live ferevah right?'
"Our accomplishments are dust. Our existence is pain.
Sargeras seeks to free us from this torment. This is your only chance to take your place at his side and have a true, lasting impact on the cosmos. An eternity of servitude is better than a flash of freedom. If you are worthy, the Burning Legion will accept you, and set you loose upon all existence.
And if you are not worthy, your passing will be quick."

Anaie sighed. 'Been dere sadly... but was with dem Scourge an not the Legion. Somehow, I think dis might be worse...' she crumpled the paper and tossed it aside. 'This is yer last chance... I be gettin bored."

"FIRE OMENS

The flames foretell our destiny.
Listen to the fire crackling in the hearth, and you will hear the demons marching on our cities. A hundred thousand blades sliding from their scabbards. A hundred thousand war cries screaming in unison.
Stare into the candlelight, and you will see the demons in their moment of triumph. An army without number, its soldiers twisted and grotesque. A Legion wreathed in a cloak of green fire."

Anaie lowered the paper slowly, her mouth slightly agape. 'Dis ain't good... Green fiah ain't evah good... I gotta do somethin bout dis. Ya redeemed yerself sweetie! Dis is good info!' The rogue stuffed the other parchments the crazed orc handed her in her pocket and darted off.

'Awatu gotta 'ear bout dis... I gotta organized some warbands! We gotta be prepa... ' She stopped in her tracks, her quarry was there... walking into the Drag, just as her informants had said it would. I think it's a she? Yeah it's definitely a she... I think... Her hand went down to her belt, and she stalked directly toward her target, her other mission meaning she had no time for games. Wait no... it's a male. God damn gobbos, I can never tell... maybe... yeah definitely... I think. The rogue stepped directly in front of the goblin, causing him to stop in his tracks. "I know a buyer when I see one!" he stated, standing with his cart of goods.

Anaie looked down at the creature before her. 'I'll be takin one of dem foam swords, a train wreckah, and a train set!'

The goblin nodded, "Big night ahead eh?" he said, smiling broadly.

Anaie tossed him the pouch of coins from her belt, 'Ya got no idea mate... no idea....'

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As she wandered the Guild Hall, she could not find Awatu anywhere. Time to take matters into yer own hands she thought. Finding the calendar she scrawled notes on a few of the upcoming dates.

Invasion - Grim. Portents speak of invasion and doom coming to us all. We must unite as a group and be prepared for any onslaught.

The rogue tacked up the pamphlets from the Doomsayer upon the notification board, one of the guards patrolling by as she did so. 'I ain't crazeh this time... dis is fer real...'

"Uh-huh" was all the orc grunt replied.

[Neevah]

Ruuki paused in her search for Lilliana to read what the Insane One had just tacked to the notice board, her grin quickly sobered by what she read. Her words to the Supplicants from the previous week echoed in her own mind. Finding a nearby pencil, she wrote a small reply note, tacking it under Anaie's call to arms.

"The Inquisition shall be ready."

[Khorvis]

While posting his own call to action, Khorvis noticed Anaie's mad scrawl. He normally accepted that his fellow Irredeemable was too far gone to be made sense of, but there was an alarming clarity and serendipitous synchronicity to her words and his own.

He grunts under his breath, "Not a moment to lose..."