Post by Fenix on Jul 1, 2015 11:24:14 GMT -5
Early in the morning sunrise, a man wanders through the commons of Suzail up to the tower of the Cormyrian War Wizards. Garbed in thick, heavy plates and a cuirass of Ironwood, painted a mixture of browns and greens with a thick cloak and an owl feathered hood pulled over his features, the man makes his way through the front doors to the tower. He approaches the front desk and requests to speak to someone in charge. Whether confirmed or denied, he would leave a message with whomever he spoke to.
"My name is Fenix the Faceless. Last evening, a dwarf came through the square in Greatgaunt reporting an array of dead Purple Dragons, frost giants, and gnolls, as well as a rockslide blocking the paths to High Horn. Myself and several others went on to investigate and found at least five dead soldiers, and more than ten dead giants, yet no landslide. Notably, one of the giants I spotted looked as if he had been feasted upon before his death. We have left this same information with the guards at the gate in High Horn. Lets hope you actually give these men a right in their life and investigate a bit further, hm?"
With that last few words, he turns on heel and walks out from the tower, disappearing into the crowds.
"My name is Fenix the Faceless. Last evening, a dwarf came through the square in Greatgaunt reporting an array of dead Purple Dragons, frost giants, and gnolls, as well as a rockslide blocking the paths to High Horn. Myself and several others went on to investigate and found at least five dead soldiers, and more than ten dead giants, yet no landslide. Notably, one of the giants I spotted looked as if he had been feasted upon before his death. We have left this same information with the guards at the gate in High Horn. Lets hope you actually give these men a right in their life and investigate a bit further, hm?"
With that last few words, he turns on heel and walks out from the tower, disappearing into the crowds.