Post by Fenix on Feb 10, 2016 21:44:56 GMT -5
Amid the late wintry evening, deep within the seclusion of the Hullack's thickened depths, a figure in a black shroud and well fitted leathers skirts his way through the creatures that wander among their home. He picks through the nestled branches and cobwebbed trees, following a path that seemed more pat down than the rest of the wood. Stopping before a waterfall, he paused to gaze about briefly, before pressing behind the water's crest and through the tunnel beneath. At the tunnel's end, he was greeted cautiously by the guards that awaited at the far end. He spoke calm and quietly as he withdrew a small parcel from within the folds of the cloak, a small seal put in place upon the face of it.
"To the Wardens of the Hullack" is written upon a tag strung from its end.
He addressed the guards with a hand over heart and bow of his head, asking that the letter be delivered to an elder warden at the first convenience. After his exchange, he departs on a soft step, fading into the brush of the woodlands rather quickly. His footsteps faded shortly after, a scruffy grey-furred wolf darting through the brush a ways down the path.
Within the letter read:
"To Whom it might concern,
I seek audience with a Warden of the Hullack, be it Ark Shamoke, Entori, Ariean, Amilith or even Quinidar if the need is there. The matter is not pressing, though the task awaits one with some authority. You might find me at the grove of the Treefather, or resting at the Silver Wink in Waymoot, care of Hannita.
-Fenix, The Faceless"
It is coiled up, sealed by a tied band of twine that threads through the coil, then wraps along the midsection, tied in a tight knot at its mid.
"To the Wardens of the Hullack" is written upon a tag strung from its end.
He addressed the guards with a hand over heart and bow of his head, asking that the letter be delivered to an elder warden at the first convenience. After his exchange, he departs on a soft step, fading into the brush of the woodlands rather quickly. His footsteps faded shortly after, a scruffy grey-furred wolf darting through the brush a ways down the path.
Within the letter read:
"To Whom it might concern,
I seek audience with a Warden of the Hullack, be it Ark Shamoke, Entori, Ariean, Amilith or even Quinidar if the need is there. The matter is not pressing, though the task awaits one with some authority. You might find me at the grove of the Treefather, or resting at the Silver Wink in Waymoot, care of Hannita.
-Fenix, The Faceless"
It is coiled up, sealed by a tied band of twine that threads through the coil, then wraps along the midsection, tied in a tight knot at its mid.