Copies of this flyer are spread across Sshamath

[StinkyMcGirk]

*This dweomer note is written in a warm thermal ink script visible to heat-sensitive eyes*

Tired of running like a rat through an endless web of deceit and lies where you are the simple pawn of another? Cast off your false gods and embrace your ambition. The City of Dark Weavings is only one example of what could be all great drow cities across the underdark. If you want a chance at fulfilling your own destiny without the crack of the Matron's Whip, or the promise of advancement in artifical stations, seek us out. May the avarice of 'The Black' fill you with the hopes and dreams your so-called superiors would deny you. Stand no more for the endless demands of zealot witches, let your voice be heard, and the agents of 'The Black' shall seek you out.

[mute83]

what "type" of people are you looking for

[Twisted]

Moujin passses by the flyer while walking to the market, takin a few steps back and snatches it up. He stares at the parchement for awhile before he tilts his head back and lets out a hearty "HA!"and crumples it up tosses it off to the side.

[Kelsfar]

This is a new plot that I am implementing into the UD. I cannot give out any information about it as of this time, other then follow the rp of the few that know about it

[gamerguy1]

((see note in Sellular's census))

*Terithin reads the note that he delicately plucked from behind a dirty spittoon*

*a faint hiss passes through his front teeth*

As if I did not already know. *He muses to himself*

I could call us the Black Hand. Bent on profit and the amusement of ourselves and the Wizard's Council. But It seems the first part has been stolen already*again to himself*The Black or the Black Hand. Perhaps I shall show an interest in him or her.*hisses again through his teeth*
Also, it is time we banded togethor to fight both the incursions of the Surfacers and the Mezoberranzen Bitches. Perhaps "The Black" will seek me out. I have information that he might find useful. *He holds the note lightly in his offhand*
*A faint light emnates from his left finger as he puts a rune signature on the note and elegantly puts it back by the spittoon*

[Rocshanks]

B'hindar, aware that there was a flyer, had taken little notice of this until he was approached by one of The Black. He had quite a few offers on his plate, three in fact, but this one was different. This one intrigued him, the vanishing merchant spoke more sense than the other fools that littered the area. He sought out a flyer and waited for futher contact.

[Kelsfar]

**Word of "The Black" Spreads like a wild fire, his worshippers are growing in numbers rapidly. Almost everyone has heard of "The Black" and his spreading doctrine. To those that are not worshippers of "The Black" think this God or Demi-God is mounting an army, to what purpose? No one knows, those that follow "The Black" Feel there time within the chains of servitude has come to an end. Activity amongst the followers of "The Black" have lately grown restless and they come in and out of Sshamath with a hightened since of purpose before leaving to go into the depths within the Underdark. Something is stiring them up and something is happening! The Drow moves his Sava piece into end game position and smiles to the other Drow that looks at the Sava board with a sense of defeat as he asks the defeated Drow** "What is dos's next move?"