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*The following is written in rather poor handwriting.*

Hello fellows of Absalom.
Tonight, at around Eight o'clock (10 PM EST) there will be a Sermon hosted within Green Ridge near the fountain. Mind you, This will not be any normal sermon, but will be focused on celebration. There will be Poetry, Song, and Dance. This invitation is open to any who shall treat the event with respect, no matter background or profession.
I hope to see many new faces!
Casham, Priest of Starsong

 

I have recently created a wand of invisibility, an item of surpassing usefulness to those wishing to survive in dangerous locales. I am willing to sell it at near-cost to fellow members of the Pathfinder Society. 6000 Silver Pieces is a far lower price than you might pay for such a wand in any shop--if indeed you could even find one.

Contact Mortiarius Amberlast, or leave your own information below this posting; I will check back daily.

 

Cracked shells near deep wells.
Muckrunners and wallcrawlers sought for a low-tide fetch. Pay’s wet but clean. Bring your own bucket. No lanterns. No tongues.
Bell’s rusted at Dock Three. Past the oyster bleaters. The Soggy Piper.
Moonday, three knocks after the bell tolls night’s third breath. (July 5th, 7 P.M. cst)
Whistle for Dreggs and say you’re here to “turn the bilge.”
Watch your boots. Mind your tail. Don’t flap unless you’re flying.
“No claws, no coppers, no crow-caws.”

(Moving back to this Saturday, same time due to holiday and other stuff).

 

Cracked shells near deep wells.
Muckrunners and wallcrawlers sought for a low-tide fetch. Pay’s wet but clean. Bring your own bucket. No lanterns. No tongues.
Bell’s rusted at Dock Three. Past the oyster bleaters. The Soggy Piper.
Moonday, three knocks after the bell tolls night’s third breath. (July 3rd, 7 P.M. cst)
Whistle for Dreggs and say you’re here to “turn the bilge.”
Watch your boots. Mind your tail. Don’t flap unless you’re flying.
“No claws, no coppers, no crow-caws.”