<div class="floatleft">(http://184.154.208.218/~tforum/blu/giant_bird.jpg)<br/><strong><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Rumplestiltskin<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Eastern Continent, Mideast Desert Region Near Coast<br/><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Controlling a Messenger Bird<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: All</strong></div><br/>The monstrous bird carrying Rumplestiltskin's message of surrender or death was unconcerned with property damage and would have no qualms about crashing through a window to enter whatever residence it needed to in order to locate its intended targets. With such a concentrated cluster or extraordinarily talented magic-wielders or otherwise expert warriors, there was no question that Snow White's castle was the destination to seek out, and its unceremonious entrance was not to end at the abrupt shattering of wood and glass. Its shrieks and groans, "Gawp! Gawp!" as it flapped and molted, making as great a nuisance of itself as seemingly possible, it landed on the banquet table, its wings knocking over dishes, its flapping feet pulling the tablecloth this way and that, and the noise generally being almost intolerable. But then it froze. It locked eyes with the hostess. They changed, from that obsidian black to match those of its master. Snow would be staring directly into the eyes of the man who murdered her beloved.<br/><br/>"The reign of the deal-maker has begun. You have been specially chosen by the dominion of Rumplestiltskin to become generals in his great army. Riches and privilege await you for pledging your loyalty to the new master of this world. Only death and suffering will befall those foolish enough to refuse to accept this generosity. The offer is made. You have until the banner of the High King marches upon your land to decide. There will be no mercy or second chances for those who fail to bow the knee." its inhuman voice announced. It made one full turn around the table to witness each and every one of the attendees, and, its eyes returning to their full coal blackness, wobbled for a moment and collapsed dead on the table, its purpose fulfilled.