Post by Quadhund/Greenhouse on Jul 8, 2005 9:52:55 GMT -5
The firelight played upon his face, reflecting in his eyes hopes and dreams. He blinked and in the moment of his eyes closing, visions came to him. A smile splayed across his face, showing somewhat yellowed teeth. He licked his lips, and reached a hand for a glass. The frothy bitter black liquid pleased his palate. After a slight burp, he traded a glass for a pen and began to write.
To the leader of the Fire Knives,
Recently, I have had a member of my guild do a little task for your guild. You paid her well and as such she has reported back to me certain findings that have intrigued me. It seems that our goals are not so different. It also seems our gods are not so different. And as such, in these times of enemies and deceit, I propose an alliance. I have learned of your disdain for the Obarskyrs, and the reason you hide in caves. My group has been given charter within the cities, and we are growing steadily. I think that you would have much to gain from my proposal: information, contacts and access to the cities and safehouses within. I merely ask that you think upon this and send your reply back via this messenger. She can be trusted and she eagerly looks forward to more dealings with you.
Sincerely,
Pasha of the Shadows Edge
He reads it over one more time, making sure to get his point across clearly. He folds and and places a stamp of wax on the back. He stares for a moment at the tiny symbol, the dagger within the star, and a memory that makes him frown comes back to him. He rubs his left arm slightly and shakes his head. He picks up the letter and walks over to a door. Listening a moment, he can hear loud breathing and grunting from the other side. Then three loud thuds emit from the door where he has his ear placed. He jumps back slightly from the noise and smiles. "Practicing as always, my dear," he says to himself. He slides the note beneath the door and walks to a darkened room. He kneels before a mighty statue and begins to pray. "I hope this pleases my lord," he says as the shadows form a complete darkness around him.
To the leader of the Fire Knives,
Recently, I have had a member of my guild do a little task for your guild. You paid her well and as such she has reported back to me certain findings that have intrigued me. It seems that our goals are not so different. It also seems our gods are not so different. And as such, in these times of enemies and deceit, I propose an alliance. I have learned of your disdain for the Obarskyrs, and the reason you hide in caves. My group has been given charter within the cities, and we are growing steadily. I think that you would have much to gain from my proposal: information, contacts and access to the cities and safehouses within. I merely ask that you think upon this and send your reply back via this messenger. She can be trusted and she eagerly looks forward to more dealings with you.
Sincerely,
Pasha of the Shadows Edge
He reads it over one more time, making sure to get his point across clearly. He folds and and places a stamp of wax on the back. He stares for a moment at the tiny symbol, the dagger within the star, and a memory that makes him frown comes back to him. He rubs his left arm slightly and shakes his head. He picks up the letter and walks over to a door. Listening a moment, he can hear loud breathing and grunting from the other side. Then three loud thuds emit from the door where he has his ear placed. He jumps back slightly from the noise and smiles. "Practicing as always, my dear," he says to himself. He slides the note beneath the door and walks to a darkened room. He kneels before a mighty statue and begins to pray. "I hope this pleases my lord," he says as the shadows form a complete darkness around him.