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Post by DM Grizwald on Jul 4, 2014 21:17:44 GMT -5
A figure, cloaked in black, its dark hood pulled low would be seen crossing the bridge near the enclave, then suddenly disappearing in the tall grass.
Minutes pass by before another figure cloaked in black, would walk around the corner of a building and reach to push open the building in the South west part of the enclave. His hand slowly hesitates on the handle, pausing for mere seconds before pushing the door open. From the folds of his cloak he pulls out a letter and quietly it on the edge of one of the directional signs in the building. The envelope in which holds the letter carries none but one name...Zyraxas.
The figure leaves the building, turning a quick corner and disappearing once again.
//pm sent!
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malleus
Old School
The first breath is the beginning of death.
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Post by malleus on Jul 5, 2014 11:31:19 GMT -5
A poor begger walks in to the griffon inn at Greatguant.
He hands a letter to the innkeeper with the words. will you be so kind as to hand this over to *he whispers a name so no one else can hear it*
// pm sent
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