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Post by lakhena on Apr 11, 2010 14:24:19 GMT -5
{{ This is open to the various PCs that have been solicited by Oenemi in game. Please PM me if you think I might have missed you somehow. }}[Each name is written on the individual letters here], It is my hope this letter finds you well, and I thank you once more for pledging yourself to the service of the various peoples of these lands. We must not be naive in believing that the dhaerow will stop at spilling quessir blood alone. Thirsty are they for blood and sacrifice to their unholy queen, ready have they been to spread their darkness. We must act with haste, we must act now. We have enough blades and bows among us now that we can begin the first of our excursions. Let us gather then, in the valley west of Suzail, near the campsite by the legendary smith's forge four days hence, upon the fifteenth of Tarsakh, three hours before the moon reaches her zenith. While we will discuss our strategy then, be prepared to travel. May favorable winds find you in these dark times, Oenemi Hawksong {{ First of these planned for April 15, 9:00 pm EST. Please let me know if that's a horrible time for everyone (and suggest an alternative). DMs, please move this if it's in the wrong spot. Feedback or responses are always welcome! }}
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Post by lakhena on Apr 15, 2010 23:55:52 GMT -5
Atop one of the many hidden, sheltered crags near the settlement nestled at the foot of the Stormhorns, a dark-haired elven maiden sighed as she stared up at the moon, her silvery blue eyes troubled. "So many dhaerow, so near the surface... we had not yet gone so deep, before we found them. How many did we slay today? Countless more than a scouting party ought to have."
Between her fingers, she held a single feather, long and lustrous black in color. Absently she twirled it as she mused, to no one in particular. "We could not find where they came from, but we must. We have to find them before they strike again."
Oenemi glanced down to the half-written letter in her hand, a flicker of disappointment in her eyes. "The wind moves soon..."
She dipped her quill into the small inkpot beside her, the letters drying almost as quickly as they appeared upon the page.
{{ Next round: April 24th, 9:30 pm EST... unless I don't finish my schoolwork in time. ;D I'll keep everyone posted. }}
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Post by lakhena on Apr 23, 2010 14:24:36 GMT -5
[The letters, written in the same style and sent in the same manner as before, reads as follow...]
The winds have shifted once more, and we shall gather again for the same purpose. Two and a half hours before the moon reaches her zenith, come find me in the settlement of Skull's Crag. Be prepared as they may be prepared for us, and we shall not know when we may see the stars again.
As ever, I thank you for this service.
May favorable winds follow where we tread, Oenemi Hawksong
{{ gentle IC bump for tonight! 9:30 pm EST unless my computer gives me trouble. }}
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Post by lakhena on May 3, 2010 12:35:30 GMT -5
A warning the dark-skinned one had said, after the roadside skirmish that had left Rimieh unconscious and her hobbling to the edge of the woods for cover. This time, they were much further west than before. They had been watching. Waiting.
But it also meant that the dhaerow were worried. Perhaps she and the others had come too close for comfort. Or perhaps they had expected fear or some resistance, but not this.
Quessir were not known for gathering others not of the People, and she had done just that. The white-cloaked maiden smiled. A dedicated number of Clan Oghrann, formidable warriors from the farmer to the holy knight, and those of the woods, all gathered, all united for the same purpose.
They would gather again, soon. Oenemi dipped a spotted quill into the inkwell and began to write one of many invitations...
{{ Aiming for Monday, May 10, starting at either 8:00 or 9:00 pm EST I'll ping everyone in game as we get closer. }}
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Post by lakhena on May 10, 2010 14:18:53 GMT -5
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