NEW: A danger arises.

A bulletin was posted across Uladh.

I am looking for people willing to help me further my training with swords. If you wish to help, leave a message on this post and I shall contact you with a place where I will meet. Skill level does not matter, as it is simply a sparring session and not a true fight.

That is all this soul wishes to say.

-Marisa, the Bladedancer

Glacia hadn't used that name in a while. She wanted to get stronger though. Her magic was strong, her archery was decent. Her alchemy was also top notch, but her sword skills had always been lackluster. She wanted to get better, and figured finding others to help her would be the better choice here.

A young blond haired child walks up to the post reads it, filling up with excitement, replies quickly and neatly.

Hey there, my name is Rin Sunogiya! I am also a sword fighter and can help you if wanted.

Sincerely, Rin

((OOC name is Rinaliere, not added to the guild (Yet))

Glacia stopped by, reading all the posts left.

On Baltane, I shall be near the Beacon mound closest the Tailteann Trading post. Seek me out if you wish to spar.

-Marisa, the BladeDancer.

((Expect this LATE at night, as I -do- have quite the bit to do tomorrow, including attend a theatrical performance))

The post is now replaced....things had taken a turn for the worse...it was no longer sparring...

Several had sparred with her, but finally losing her grip on her control of the inner darkness, it slowly started twisting her motives. Her mind was unstable when the darkness showed....

A standing figure stood on a lone hill. Enshrouded in a dark mist, the figure wore a cracked mask, the eyesockets shining a bright red. "Revenge...." was all she muttered.

A lone traveller had noticed, and got closer to see just what it was. However, the figure lept and mercilessly cut through the man. The body was left behind, the man had been a Tuathan. The body was found, and a notice was posted around to warn them off a potential danger. No one knew what caused this, only the sword marks seemed to cut right through the main nerves in the person's body. The man was made into a vegetable. His actual life had been spared, but the memory would be scarred into his head for life. Only a rose had been left where he lay from the attacker.

More incidents like this one arose, travellers, merchants, even mercenaries of high constitution were being struck down and crippled severely. By putting pieces of what these people told officials, they were able to put together the pieces of the puzzle and identify a look to the person. This was not good, and the public needed to be notified about this danger, and this threat had to be gotten rid of.