Notice Board Decree of Wesalla

[Marthaler Amslerbeak]

Riders of black stallions could be seen across Erova, dressed in black cloth and beaked mask. They all made their way to the Notice Board of the settlement, nailing on it a piece of parchment that carried the scent of freshly printed ink. The figures would be silent, seeking no contact with the public save for the utterly necessary. As the riders left the settlement, the cold scent of conflict latched, looming over the central square where the notice board was located. Eyes widening upon reading the words pushed against the parchment by the hot iron of the machine...

Words filled with ill-omens...