*A letter sealed with the Telborean eagle arrives at The Wayfarers house*
Greetings,
You have been invited to a meeting to discuss the relationship between your guild and the Empire. Food and drinks will be served during the meeting and you will stand under our protection once you enter the Empire. Instructions with time and place will be sent if you accept.
Signed
Thoeak Milner
Legio XII Victrix
Legatus
*Letter to The Wayfarers*
Moderator: RP Moderators
-
Johnny Walac
- Posts: 4503
- Joined: Mon Nov 17, 2008 3:05 pm
- Location: Sweden
Re: *Letter to The Wayfarers*
The necromancer Darrol Argeledougal has spent the last few days worrying about the ruinous state of the yard just outside the Wayfarer guild house. Apparently someone forgot to pay the rent, so the city officials removed the forge, the archery butte, the mill, the oven... Oh well! Thankfully it was only worth a hundred thousand gold and another thirty thousand for the equipment. Surely the money fairies would once again manifest during the next full moon and everything would be magically resolved! Just like in the good old days when the guild paperwork was used to clean the privy, the rafters were teeming with mice and no one obviously worried about anything.
Darrol huffs and groans as he decides there's nothing to be done about the empty patch of land, and then makes his way back to the headquarters. But what's this? There's a letter by the door? Since there's no one else around, the grumpy man decides he might as well play secretary for today and so he breaks the seal. His eyes widen as he reads the lines within.
"Oh, crud... They actually paid notice to what I wrote! This probably means I have to find Thoran", the scrawny necromancer wheezes anxiously. "I hope he's not going to be angry when he hears that I took the initiative."
He pauses for a moment to think about the situation. And all the worst imaginable scenarios.
"Awh, and I hope Thoran's not doing that bear thing anymore. That would mean dinner and a show", he mumbles to himself as he carefully folds the letter and shuffles off in search for the elderly guild master. "Oh, bugger. I hope this guy Thoeak doesn't have a bad temper... We'd be done for."
Darrol huffs and groans as he decides there's nothing to be done about the empty patch of land, and then makes his way back to the headquarters. But what's this? There's a letter by the door? Since there's no one else around, the grumpy man decides he might as well play secretary for today and so he breaks the seal. His eyes widen as he reads the lines within.
"Oh, crud... They actually paid notice to what I wrote! This probably means I have to find Thoran", the scrawny necromancer wheezes anxiously. "I hope he's not going to be angry when he hears that I took the initiative."
He pauses for a moment to think about the situation. And all the worst imaginable scenarios.
"Awh, and I hope Thoran's not doing that bear thing anymore. That would mean dinner and a show", he mumbles to himself as he carefully folds the letter and shuffles off in search for the elderly guild master. "Oh, bugger. I hope this guy Thoeak doesn't have a bad temper... We'd be done for."