Post by Abii on Feb 7, 2018 18:39:28 GMT -5
Midnight, between seventh and eight day of Alturiak
From the walls of Immersea and guard towers might be seen an intense, grey smoke.
"At the same moment something happened in that place"
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It might be seen, that also two dark-robbed figures had walked north from there.
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If the guards woudl want to investigate what happened, they woudl see a few pots above burning ground, cinders of the trees around and a dead body with hidden, creased letter inside his pocket, adressed to Ranger named Marister. Animayhem
On the one side it's some text.
I wrote this as You wanted proof, but if You read this I am probabbly dead.
My name is Fiobiarc Icymai, I am some kind of detective and saint Inquisitor,
I have came to these regions due to the great evil and plagues which defile Cormyr,
I'm afraid that these creatures know exactly what I'm thinking and where I hide,
I made a notes of the exact place as You asked me to, Unfortunelly I made as a hint,
I didn't wanted this to get in the unwated hands, I know that Your clear mind won't
have problem with decoding it. Do not waste time, They are growing in strength.
On the other side might be readable note.
Not far on north, from Immersea gates,
There's one road, which lead to hell ways,
Don't get off track, that's all I ask,
I do belive, You'll handle task,
An iron fence, do not break it,
But like a hero, alongside this,
Don't get off track, I remind You,
Then at the end, statues, just two,
On each of them, a devil wings,
Behind it worse, passage with sins,
Now You will see, huge pikes with brains,
Just little forward, this is -This- place,
You'll now see, huge wooden doors,
To open them, a dozen heroes,
But theres a trick, that I have said,
Take with You locksmith, this will be aid.
On horrific grove, terryfieing figures,
They are guilty, for all injures,
Don't get bluffed, now in Your range,
Deeper in this place, a keep which looks strange,
Put this to end, that vile agony,
You'll be rewarded, in name of Glory.
From the walls of Immersea and guard towers might be seen an intense, grey smoke.
"At the same moment something happened in that place"
___________________________________________________________________
It might be seen, that also two dark-robbed figures had walked north from there.
___________________________________________________________________
If the guards woudl want to investigate what happened, they woudl see a few pots above burning ground, cinders of the trees around and a dead body with hidden, creased letter inside his pocket, adressed to Ranger named Marister. Animayhem
On the one side it's some text.
I wrote this as You wanted proof, but if You read this I am probabbly dead.
My name is Fiobiarc Icymai, I am some kind of detective and saint Inquisitor,
I have came to these regions due to the great evil and plagues which defile Cormyr,
I'm afraid that these creatures know exactly what I'm thinking and where I hide,
I made a notes of the exact place as You asked me to, Unfortunelly I made as a hint,
I didn't wanted this to get in the unwated hands, I know that Your clear mind won't
have problem with decoding it. Do not waste time, They are growing in strength.
On the other side might be readable note.
Not far on north, from Immersea gates,
There's one road, which lead to hell ways,
Don't get off track, that's all I ask,
I do belive, You'll handle task,
An iron fence, do not break it,
But like a hero, alongside this,
Don't get off track, I remind You,
Then at the end, statues, just two,
On each of them, a devil wings,
Behind it worse, passage with sins,
Now You will see, huge pikes with brains,
Just little forward, this is -This- place,
You'll now see, huge wooden doors,
To open them, a dozen heroes,
But theres a trick, that I have said,
Take with You locksmith, this will be aid.
On horrific grove, terryfieing figures,
They are guilty, for all injures,
Don't get bluffed, now in Your range,
Deeper in this place, a keep which looks strange,
Put this to end, that vile agony,
You'll be rewarded, in name of Glory.
