Out in the Erast Forests on the routes to Whiteridge, big carriage treks along the pathway. To anyone passing by it, which was no one, there was one man at the reins of an ox carrying heavy cargo of cut wood. It wouldn’t stay on that route for long in this scene, as the rider soon goes completely off route and off into the forest. It was bumpy, but he was careful when navigating through the woods. Moreover, he was near Whiterige on that route, but because of the detour he was now heading away from the town, and soon he would begin to curve his path around the town, but far enough away that he was hidden among the trees.
When the rider got a good distance along this route, he slowed the carriage to to a stop and made sure his ox was tightly put in place, tied with a lead near one of the trees. Then, off he went into Whiteridge. He looked like the least suspicious man one could see, so he was let in with no questioning. As he walked through the city, heading towards the areas of the town where people were gathered in the biggest groups–the marketing districts, the lanes with the most popular stores and shops, ect.–he reached into his clothing and pulled out a hefty stack of parchment papers, all with very fancy writing on it, though unreadable from the angle he held them. As he walked through the city seemingly normally, he began to quickly pinned up the parchments one by one on many different walls. He also made sure he wasn’t seen as he did so, putting each parchment up with quick, albeit hastily, sleight of hand, and moving onto the next.
They were seen by everyone very quickly, and the man moved throughout the city quickly enough to where they were being put up just as hastily. They were soon seen as a small detail that kept showing up every once in a while to everyone going through the city, to where you can’t really ignore it when it shows up in your view one too many times. Because of that, many different people of Whiteridge saw the parchments, and every one of them were disgusted. Disgusted enough to where, a little while after the first poster was put up, the authorities of Whiteridge began to look at the posters themselves. At first it was just one or two guards here and there, but soon a small battalion of soldiers began to move around the city, taking down any of the parchments they see. But by that point it was basically all over the town, at least in the heavily populated areas. There were even crowds around posters at certain parts where people just read through what it said in disbelief, all with disgusted or shocked look on their faces. This clearly wasn’t something pleasant, and it was too out of the ordinary to ignore.