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Post by ancientempathy on Nov 21, 2008 15:13:25 GMT -5
Placed throughout all of Cormyr
It has come to my attention that the many adventurers within these lands are quite powerful individuals. Myself having challenged a few of you to test your might.
As I came across a little problem, I began to consider the above. My problem is that I seem to be missing a silver dragon. He’s quite old, and quite elusive.
So, since these lands seem to have competent warriors and skilled spellcasters, I hereby place a gold bounty of the sum of 500,000.
I trust that’s a fair amount, but to further my generosity, I’ll even toss in a couple of magical trinkets that are as old as Netheril itself.
Do not worry about coming into contact with me. I will likely find you, should the deed be accomplished.
Many humble thanks,
Arkreneos Daevreon, Archmage of Creation
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Post by ancientempathy on Nov 22, 2008 1:24:56 GMT -5
Rastan approaches Suzail on foot and stops to read the latest fliers on the notice board outside, wondering who is looking to buy or sell their latest magic items. Suddenly he explodes in a fit of anger. "DAMNATION!" Within seconds the board is ripped from the posts it was nailed to and burns in a fiery conflagration. He pauses just briefly, catching sight of the startled guards that are watching him. Rastan drops a handful of coins on top of the ashes that were once the notice board and mutters "my apologies", then storms into the city without glancing back.
The door to the print shop slams open, startling everyone inside. Rastan marches in with fire burning in his eyes and a hint of smoke from his nostrils. He thrusts a sheet of paper at the proprietor of the little store. "See that copies of this are made and posted in every inn, tavern and notice board throughout Cormyr and the Western Reaches." The man stutters, obviously frightened, "ye..yes, my lord." Rastan drops a pile of lions on the counter and leaves without saying another word.
The printer takes his time to regain his composure before looking at the sheet of paper left with him. He nearly faints as his blood turns cold and his face turns pale.
"To any and all persons who would dare hunt any metallic dragon for Arkreneous Daevreon the Damned. Know that I will personally hunt you down, rip open your belly, and chew on your entrails. Great will be my wrath on any that dares to damage one scale of the mighty silver dragon he seeks.
- Rastan Ashallown"
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