Post by Fenix on Aug 21, 2014 21:57:30 GMT -5
Addressed To:
Lord Filfar "Trollkiller" Woodband
Care of Woodband Manor
Waymoot
Lord Woodband,
My name is Fenix Vale, a man of no great reknown, nor one of inaction either. In travels, it may have been frequent that our paths would cross, as well as aligned on occasions more than one in our goals. In service to the land, and the protections of its creatures is where my dedications lie, and so too does the town of Waymoot fall among such beings.
Thus, in this time of relative peace, I come to you in humbling request. I come to seek approval, to seek blessing, to seek encouragement, but foremost, I come to seek council. I seek your personal advising and permission in a matter which would, if handled proper, prove beneficial for not simply you nor I personally, but as well to the greater extent of Waymoot, and the people of the lands as a whole.
Between the domain of your town, and those of Suzail and Dhedluk exists a road that spans the extent of the King's Forest. This road exists as a rather important route of trade for civilization, providing access to goods and materials that can be transferred with only certain care and necessity between these settlements. Though aligned with the great importance of this path, one of the vast few that offer a reliable route through the woods, also exists the harsh dangers of travel.
As long travels wear weary the stray wanderers and lone caravans carting their goods, all must find time to settle and rest for the night. Thus, they lie exposed to the dangers lurking within the night's cold grips. There is oft lost more than simply a lone hunter, druid, or traveling caravan to these perils stalking the night. Creatures as the orcs that raid the towns, or the bandits picking off the lone and unprotected pose a great danger to they who tread this path through the wood. As you know well, this can be rather offputting for those who would seek to travel and trade with the towns at the path's edge.
What I hope to offer is reprieve. Much of my life has been lived among the forests varied, and has culminated in a feeling of appreciation for the solace offered by a protective cove or a worry free night's rest. So too, I know, would those travelers and lone wanderers benefit from the safety and security offered by shelter. My solution I come to propose is one of simplicity. I seek, along these paths, to erect an inn. A place of safety and security for the travelers. A place of warmth and sanctuary for those of nature. Somewhere to find peace from the harsh perils of the road, and the inclement weathers that would prove dangerous to even the most trained survivalists. Somewhere that would offer reprieve to those whom travel many a tenday to simply cross the lands and brave the woods blindly.
Such a solace, I assure you, could prove only to offer good to the realm. A heighten in the survivals of they whom travel safely, as well as prosperity to your own domains as well. To first glance, even I can see a worrisome flaw in the idea. Perhaps one that such a structure among the wood would be aberrant to the natural balance of the forest. Something that was naught but a blight upon the land, due to its presence unsettling the creatures around. But such, I promise with each breath I take, is far from my intent. As a protector of balance, and keeper of the wilds, my concerns lie heavily in the preservation of natural beauty. Thus, I seek firmly to construct such a creation in unison with the land, rather than aberrant to its grace.
My thoughts extend far, to encompass and relieve near any issue that we may pose to arise in the construction of this inn. And though I would be eased to detail many here, I seek instead to meet with you in council. I request personally a council direct with yourself, as well as those of prominence and honor in the domains near, those whom live with the graces of the King's Forest and its preservation. If audience would be granted, I promise my most to put worries to rest, and to work closely by to see to all concerns settled.
If you will approve such council, you may send word to me care of the Tipsy Imp of Valkur's Roar. May the winds guide your words swift, and may you walk ever in the shades of the Tree Father.
Sincerely,
Fenix Vale
-The Faceless
-Wild Son of Silvanus
Lord Filfar "Trollkiller" Woodband
Care of Woodband Manor
Waymoot
Lord Woodband,
My name is Fenix Vale, a man of no great reknown, nor one of inaction either. In travels, it may have been frequent that our paths would cross, as well as aligned on occasions more than one in our goals. In service to the land, and the protections of its creatures is where my dedications lie, and so too does the town of Waymoot fall among such beings.
Thus, in this time of relative peace, I come to you in humbling request. I come to seek approval, to seek blessing, to seek encouragement, but foremost, I come to seek council. I seek your personal advising and permission in a matter which would, if handled proper, prove beneficial for not simply you nor I personally, but as well to the greater extent of Waymoot, and the people of the lands as a whole.
Between the domain of your town, and those of Suzail and Dhedluk exists a road that spans the extent of the King's Forest. This road exists as a rather important route of trade for civilization, providing access to goods and materials that can be transferred with only certain care and necessity between these settlements. Though aligned with the great importance of this path, one of the vast few that offer a reliable route through the woods, also exists the harsh dangers of travel.
As long travels wear weary the stray wanderers and lone caravans carting their goods, all must find time to settle and rest for the night. Thus, they lie exposed to the dangers lurking within the night's cold grips. There is oft lost more than simply a lone hunter, druid, or traveling caravan to these perils stalking the night. Creatures as the orcs that raid the towns, or the bandits picking off the lone and unprotected pose a great danger to they who tread this path through the wood. As you know well, this can be rather offputting for those who would seek to travel and trade with the towns at the path's edge.
What I hope to offer is reprieve. Much of my life has been lived among the forests varied, and has culminated in a feeling of appreciation for the solace offered by a protective cove or a worry free night's rest. So too, I know, would those travelers and lone wanderers benefit from the safety and security offered by shelter. My solution I come to propose is one of simplicity. I seek, along these paths, to erect an inn. A place of safety and security for the travelers. A place of warmth and sanctuary for those of nature. Somewhere to find peace from the harsh perils of the road, and the inclement weathers that would prove dangerous to even the most trained survivalists. Somewhere that would offer reprieve to those whom travel many a tenday to simply cross the lands and brave the woods blindly.
Such a solace, I assure you, could prove only to offer good to the realm. A heighten in the survivals of they whom travel safely, as well as prosperity to your own domains as well. To first glance, even I can see a worrisome flaw in the idea. Perhaps one that such a structure among the wood would be aberrant to the natural balance of the forest. Something that was naught but a blight upon the land, due to its presence unsettling the creatures around. But such, I promise with each breath I take, is far from my intent. As a protector of balance, and keeper of the wilds, my concerns lie heavily in the preservation of natural beauty. Thus, I seek firmly to construct such a creation in unison with the land, rather than aberrant to its grace.
My thoughts extend far, to encompass and relieve near any issue that we may pose to arise in the construction of this inn. And though I would be eased to detail many here, I seek instead to meet with you in council. I request personally a council direct with yourself, as well as those of prominence and honor in the domains near, those whom live with the graces of the King's Forest and its preservation. If audience would be granted, I promise my most to put worries to rest, and to work closely by to see to all concerns settled.
If you will approve such council, you may send word to me care of the Tipsy Imp of Valkur's Roar. May the winds guide your words swift, and may you walk ever in the shades of the Tree Father.
Sincerely,
Fenix Vale
-The Faceless
-Wild Son of Silvanus