Post by The Supreme Watcher on Nov 30, 2008 10:18:18 GMT -5
Written in a business-minded handwriting, and with little decadence in the ink, the letter is encased in an envelope that would make the most poncy of gentlemen seethe with jealousy. The only notable features, save for the elaborate and obviously high-quality material of the envelope (a light-blue vellum with crisscrossing gold and silver inlays), is the words "To The Ornrion" on the front, and the large, white wax seal on the envelope, stamped with a stylized "G."
Ornrion,
After much deliberation, and a good amount of both financial and political research and extrapolation, I have found that I no longer care what the implications of my application to your fine group of soldiers may carry. Your nation, this great Forest Kingdom of Cormyr, has blessed me with the prosperity and comfort that I could only hope for in my home of Waterdeep. I have done a great deal of soul-searching, and have come to realize that it is time for me to give up this life of unscrupulous and dirty mercenary work. While once it had suited me, as a strong-armed young man seeking to put food on the table and vent his worldly frustrations through the tip of a sword, it no longer fits. As with all mantles, whether they be robes or titles, I must find a new one.
I have served your nation as a sellsword for nearly two winters, and I must say that as a client, the Crown is both generous and good willed. It is with the deepest respect to my longest-to-date employer, and my newfound home, that I send this, my official application to your most-profound of military institutions, the Purple Dragon Knights, and more specifically, your personal Royal Corps of Monster Hunters.
I do not believe I need to give you a dissertation on my qualifications, so I will sum them up shortly for you. I am a skilled swordsman, and while others may say that I am beyond simple mastery of the blade, I say only that I am a devoted practitioner of the art of swordwork. Also, I am skilled at matters mathematic and tactic, and as a former mercenary captain, I am also gifted in the art of battlefield command. I have come into opposition with creatures of supernatural nature, including dragons, slaads, and beasts of infernal heritage of several sorts. I have endured magicks the likes of which archmages hoard for themselves, magicks of death and agony, fire and ice, and even infernal magicks of the Powers of Darkness: Zhentarim and Malarites.
I am sure that if you cared to look up my record, you would see that in my time in Cormyr I have accomplished a good many contracts for the Crown, and no doubt their records would reveal my undaunting loyalty to my longest, most high-paying employer.
It is with my sincerest hopes that you receive this letter on good terms, and are pleased with what you have read. I hope to once more stand beside you and your men. However, I wish to wear the mantle of both courage and pride you wear, as Knights of the Crown, and not the weather-beaten, battle-marred plate of a mercenary who has lost his drive to fight for money.
Thank you, Ornrion,
Garum Glandash
Ornrion,
After much deliberation, and a good amount of both financial and political research and extrapolation, I have found that I no longer care what the implications of my application to your fine group of soldiers may carry. Your nation, this great Forest Kingdom of Cormyr, has blessed me with the prosperity and comfort that I could only hope for in my home of Waterdeep. I have done a great deal of soul-searching, and have come to realize that it is time for me to give up this life of unscrupulous and dirty mercenary work. While once it had suited me, as a strong-armed young man seeking to put food on the table and vent his worldly frustrations through the tip of a sword, it no longer fits. As with all mantles, whether they be robes or titles, I must find a new one.
I have served your nation as a sellsword for nearly two winters, and I must say that as a client, the Crown is both generous and good willed. It is with the deepest respect to my longest-to-date employer, and my newfound home, that I send this, my official application to your most-profound of military institutions, the Purple Dragon Knights, and more specifically, your personal Royal Corps of Monster Hunters.
I do not believe I need to give you a dissertation on my qualifications, so I will sum them up shortly for you. I am a skilled swordsman, and while others may say that I am beyond simple mastery of the blade, I say only that I am a devoted practitioner of the art of swordwork. Also, I am skilled at matters mathematic and tactic, and as a former mercenary captain, I am also gifted in the art of battlefield command. I have come into opposition with creatures of supernatural nature, including dragons, slaads, and beasts of infernal heritage of several sorts. I have endured magicks the likes of which archmages hoard for themselves, magicks of death and agony, fire and ice, and even infernal magicks of the Powers of Darkness: Zhentarim and Malarites.
I am sure that if you cared to look up my record, you would see that in my time in Cormyr I have accomplished a good many contracts for the Crown, and no doubt their records would reveal my undaunting loyalty to my longest, most high-paying employer.
It is with my sincerest hopes that you receive this letter on good terms, and are pleased with what you have read. I hope to once more stand beside you and your men. However, I wish to wear the mantle of both courage and pride you wear, as Knights of the Crown, and not the weather-beaten, battle-marred plate of a mercenary who has lost his drive to fight for money.
Thank you, Ornrion,
Garum Glandash
