Notice of Warrant of Arrest for: Silverblood, Aeralin- Dead Or Alive (RP)

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Notice of Warrant of Arrest for: Silverblood, Aeralin (High Elf)
Issued by: Lordaeronian Bureau of Justice and State Security Enforcement

Authorized by: REDACTED
Date of issue: REDACTED
Reward: Yes - to be paid upon delivery of detainee.

Desired Respiratory State: metabolically active or inactive (liquidation and combat cannibalism are authorized for field teams)

Crimes: Military desertion from the Horde. Failure to remit taxes to the Crown of Lordaeron. Assaulting Lordaeronian officials enacting the people’s business, assaulting civilians engaged in the same, theft of sensitive information, unlawful entry into secure defense facilities, murder of Lordaeronian citizens, membership in the Scarlet Crusade, subversive activity against House Menethil, unlawful entry into the national territory of Lordaeron.

Notes: An enemy of the people of Lordaeron and a member of the hyper-violent light extremist ‘Scarlet’ movement, this fugitive is sought in relation to a crime spree conducted over an extended period in and around Lordaeron and against the people of the Forsaken of Lordaeron and the Horde. Using the disruption of Lordaeron’s defensive conflict against invading Southerners, Scarlet Cult Leader Aeralin Silverblood has inflicted carnage against unarmed, unresistant men and women due to their metabolic status. Individuals or teams engaging in capturing this target may consider all present Scarlet zealots or fellow travelers surrounding Silverblood to be immaterial to her procurement. A corollary addendum to this document pertaining to ancillary support protecting the subject contains reward tables for donating tissue and soul stuff as well as new recruits. Combat cannibalism is authorized in the procurement of this target.

May the justice of the Desolate Council be swift,
Long Live Crown Princess Calia Menethil, Shadows Protect her People,
Lordaeronian Bureau of Justice and State Security Enforcement,
Signed And Issued: Chancellor of the Interior Bendricus Volheim, Baron of Cragreach, and [REDACTED]

OOC DISCLAIMER: This is a consensual rp, and all players involved agreed to this post. For ooc questions, please feel free to contact Aeralin. This wanted poster can be found in Horde territories, as well as in neutral locations like Booty Bay. Additionally, one or two posters would curiously find their way into Stormwind.

This rp is a part of the Dance Of The Dead event: Dance Of The Dead 2023 - Oct 20th & 21th - 25 Million Gold In Prizes

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Look, whatever the problem Silverblood creates is a [REDACTED] problem, not a Pook problem.

If Silverblood is willing to overlook the things the Pook does to take care of Pook problems then the Pook is willing to overlook the things that Silverblood does to take care of Silverblood problems. If Silverblood doesn’t create Pook problems then the Pook won’t create Silverblood problems.

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(When your biggest buyer of Holy Glitter has a bounty that is more than the purchase price of Holy Glitter… decisions, decisions.)

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The light, padded footsteps of a familiar Inquisitor made its way through the halls of the Monastery, the urgency of the moment giving him the energy needed. Clutched in one hand was the warrant, a sword in the other. He knew full well what awaited those who were taken, and did not want another comrade to suffer as he had…

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(But a bounty is a one time payment, and you realize that Aeralin is a long living elf… Meaning continuous payments through out your life time, and your children’s lifetimes, and your children’s children’s lifetimes… :3 )

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It had been a valiant effort on her part. Valiant, and stupid.

She knew that she had a handful of friends still in Silvermoon… She just had to reach the lands of Quel’thalas. She had been so close… The passage was just beyond her steed’s nose when the parasoling San’layn descended from the skies. She’d burn that parasol before her time in these cells was over, that… was something she was sure of.

Her foot tapped incessantly against the bars of her prison, hands still bound taunt behind her with the wire her captors wrapped her in. The night had held several unpleasantries and she wasn’t sure which was worse… The pounding, wracking migraine from no less than three pommel blows; The white hot searing pain from the cracked rib the Parasol San’layn gifted her; or better yet… Being covered in the carnage regurgitated on to her from that blasted abomination. Not only was the stench foul… But the possibility of what was supposedly her husband…

She’d made sure to use what energy she had left to burn all that she could of it before they carted her of again. In the least, was it actually her husband, the Abomination would not be able to feast on it again.

With a heavy sigh she sank down against the wall until she was laying upon the cold, damp stone floor. Her sole comfort to carry her through was knowing that at least her son was safe. Now she just had to last long enough to make it home to him.

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