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Post by vangiggsy on Mar 24, 2017 16:39:09 GMT -5
*Outskirts of the Cormanthor Forest*
Van'Thrill paced with a nervous yet excited air about him inside the small open courtyard of the long forgotten fort. A full moon shed an eerie pale light down upon it. The hour of midnight was fast approaching and his anticipation was growing. His summons for a meeting here had come somewhat unexpected, but he was pleased to receive them, perhaps now he would be able to play his part for the People. The Eldreth Veluuthra did not make themselves known without good cause.
It had been almost two decades ago that he had first learned of the organization from his brother in law. Frustrated at the loss of his father to human brigands, the loss of familial lands to unjust court orders, and an empathy with the loss of Elven influence, he had likely been an easy target for recruitment. The fact that his house was one of the families to leave Myth Drannor upon the allowance of non-elves was merely a coincidence. It hadn't taken too many words of persuasion from his kin to get him to see the righteousness of the cause. He had joined soon after, for too long the interlopers had diminished the Elven way and been a plight to the lands. For those two decades his role had been frustratingly minimal, occasional errands here and there but mostly he had merely offered financial support. Surely that would now be changing for the summons came directly from the Vel'Nikeryma, the leading council of the organization.
Movement near the archway entrance broke his thoughts, turning he stands and waits. A moment later two elves, clad in fine elven chainmail and fully armed with shields and longswords step through. Casting a glance over Van'Thrill and the surroundings, one of them makes a series of gestures as if in signal, and both then take several paces toward him. A number of heartbeats later a tall, graceful elf, noble in appearance, in robes and unarmed steps through the archway. Clearly a Sun elf, with golden hair and copper eyes he cast an aura of confidence about him.
Without introducing himself formally the figure addresses Van'Thrill.
"It pleases the council that you have agreed to our summons, and before I say more, let me personally thank you for your support to our cause over the years". A slight head dip in respect from him. Returning the gesture Van'Thrill responds, "I only wish I could do more your grace". A slight smile forms on the on the noble's face, "Ah, well in fact that is precisely why we have summoned you. It is time you see, that we expand our horizons per say. Our influence here in Cormanthor is strong, more so than some would care to admit or know, but elsewhere we are under-represented. The council has taken much thought on this matter, and have agreed that there is a need to send out some of our existing cells to other parts of Faerun. In addition we would like to create new ones in areas that we wish to pursue our cause more aggressively. This very night several of my council colleagues are meeting with others like yourself. The time for expansion is upon us. And so it is with the authority of the Vel'Nikeryma that I come here to ask you if you would consider this? Your mission would be simple, travel to Cormyr, establish a cell of your own in time, report back on the workings of the crown there, the interlopers who name it home, the Kingdoms strengths, weaknesses, areas that may be exploitable. Undermine them where opportunity may present itself, dispatch any vermin as you see fit, and defend what little heritage we may still have there. What say you Van'Thrill, are you the right champion for this mission?"
A tight lipped smile forms upon Van'Thrills face, his eyes full of eagerness. Placing his fist over his heart he responds, "I can think of no better honor than to do what you ask, I shall see to it without a second thought." Finally his days of aiding in the background would be over. "When would you have me leave?"
The nobles face grinned wide. Walking towards Van'Thrill, he reaches into a hidden pocket pulling forth a thick golden chain, a pendant with a human skull, sword passing through it from top to bottom hanging about it. "This will identify you to any of our bretheren as well as this hand signal", he offers a hand gesture. "Keep the pendant out of sight, for though most may not know its meaning, some will. Our cause, at least for now, is best served with discretion. There will be a contact in the town of Thunderstone that you can relay your messages to. Once a tenday he shall come for your report, he will await you in the Inn there, dark of hair and green of eye. Identify yourself and all will go well. Our wish is for you to be underway by the end of this tenday, do not worry about your employer, he has already been informed your days of guard duty are over."
Van'Thrill accepts the necklace and places it about his neck, "Consider it done your Grace".
"Then go for the glory of the Victorious Blade of the People." Without further word, the noble dips his head, turns and retreats back through the archway, followed closely by his escort.
*Several weeks later*
The journey to the borders of Cormyr had been uneventful for the most part. But finally he had arrived. Having gleaned some basic knowledge of the Kingdom from fellow Tel'Quessir in the merchant caravan he had accompanied, it seemed a small village by the name of Great Gaunt would be as good a place to start as any. Touching the pendant hidden beneath his vest, he strides through the gates....
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Post by vangiggsy on Mar 31, 2017 12:08:48 GMT -5
*Several weeks later, Thunderstone Inn*
Van'Thrill enters the inn, casting his eyes over each of the patrons. They linger on a dark haired elf seated alone in the far corner, a carafe of wine half drunk on the table before him. The elf looks up, their eyes briefly meeting, followed by a discreet nod of acknowledgment from him. Van'Thrill makes his way over, and with a quick and subtle hand gesture confirms himself. He pulls a chair out and sits. "Well met brother", dipping his head respectfully. The elf nods slightly, sliding an empty glass toward Van'Thrill. "Do help yourself brother", gesturing to the carafe. Van'Thrill smiles and pours himself a half glass. The elf before him was dark of hair with piercing green eyes, fair of skin and well groomed. He wore leathers of a greenish hue and looked to be in his middle years. He seemed well at ease and spoke with a confident tone, "I take it things go well for you so far?", he asked. Taking a sip of wine Van'Thrill looks up, "So far all is well. There is not much to report at this time, thus far I am working on getting the lay of things. I have discovered that there is an elven group who call themselves the Wardens, based in the Hullack, I have met one or two. They seem overly open and sympathetic to the interlopers from what I have gathered, but it is perhaps too soon to draw conclusions to such. I shall endeavor to get to know more about them and their ideals as I can. It seems the crown control the Hullack where their settlement is..", a slight look of disgust on his face. 'From what I have seen their is a strong elven presence about, so that is somewhat encouraging, though most I have met so far seem unlikely to share our values. It may take some time to develop my cell here, but time is on our side. I have written a few other points of note down that you can deliver to the Vel'Nikeryma," he slides a scroll case over to the elf who takes and and places it into a pack. The elf nods, "Very well...well done Van'Thrill, do keep up the good work, I shall return here again in a tenday as per our agreement. I should not linger, enjoy the wine." With that he gets up, gathers his things and makes his way out....
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Post by vangiggsy on Apr 2, 2017 16:05:14 GMT -5
*Woodlands between Great Gaunt and the Thayan outpost*
While not a tracker of any reknown, it had been easy enough to follow the two drunk humans unseen. Drunk and loud with cheer at the merchant's expense they had not long waylaid and left for dead along the road, they were oblivious. With little effort Van'Thrill had shadowed them through some winding paths, keen to see where their camp lay, and just how many more bandits there might be. The sun was just going down, the forest growing darker, all the better to allow him follow unseen. Stopping behind a tree some distance off he observed as they littered the woodland with empty wine bottles and pissed against the cliff side. It took all his self control not to dispatch the interlopers immediately. But patience might lead more of them, and why not take that chance should it lead to more of these vermin's deaths? And so he waited patiently for them to begin to move onward again. It wasn't too long before the fires of their camp came into view. From the noise about camp they were not to concerned about being noticed or found, and it was clear there must be at least a score of them about the place, silhouettes cast by the fires. Tonight would be a good night. For another hour he observed, ensuring that he was not caught unawares on either their number or make up. Several of them began to pass out from the drink and foolishly they did not even have sentries posted. Time for the slaughter. Cracking his neck he took up his halberd from the ground, dousing it in alchemists fire it lit up, bright with hungry flame. A quick spin of the weapon to get his balance and then he is striding with purpose toward the camp. The revelers were so busy in their festivities the first few fell without notice, wide swinging arcs of the halberd severing head and limbs. It was not until the first scream that some of the human filth realized they were under attack. By then it was too late, with speed and fury Van'Thrill made his way through the camp, parrying, slashing and weaving a path of devastation, flesh rendered, screams and cries of mercy being unanswered. All the while he relished it. The bandits stood no chance, the last standing, a mage shaking with fear was the only one to cause him any issue, managing to chant off a magic missle just moments before he too was cut down.
Van'Thrill surveyed the scene, his bloodlust beginning to cool. A good score humans lay in various positions of death some still moaning, asking for mercy and he smiled. Let them suffer, they will soon be of another world and food for the wolves. Yes, it has been a good night. The woodland would claim them for its own. Without taking a thing from the camp, Van' Thrill walked back to the road a look of satisfaction on his face.
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Post by vangiggsy on Apr 11, 2017 13:40:51 GMT -5
*early morning between Suzail and Marsember*
The morning was hazy, a slight fog still clinging to the land, not so thick as to cause issue, but enough that Van'Thrill was thankful for the additional cover. Hidden in the hills beside the road, he and his six companions waited patiently. He had not worked with them before, but he knew his fellow elves could be trusted for they had been sent by the council to aid him. Four archers of great skill and two more warriors, they would be plenty for the days work. Each carried themselves confidently, were dressed mainly in leathers and were well armed. Based on the conversations he had had with them, they were loyal to the cause, and they would be at his disposal until he had his own cell up and functional.
It was not long before distant sounds gave away the oncoming caravan. He had been tracking the timings of the merchants caravans between the two towns for a few weeks, and the ever reliable merchants eager to make their money, seemed to have not disappointed today. With a few quick signals, Van'Thrill gave the signal for the others to take up their positions. Flanking either side of the road the archers set themselves, additional arrows fashioned in the orcish manner planted in the ground beside them ready.
Moments later the caravan came around the bend, three wagons pulled by draft horses, a driver in front of each guiding them and the obese merchant owner sitting next to the lead driver. Aside from that, as had been the case on the previous caravans, there were six armed guards, all human but one, which caught Van'Thrill slightly by surprise, the last being what appeared to be a half elven. No matter they would all be dealt with, including the abomination.
The caravan trundled along slowly, the guards relaxed chatting and hardly aware of their surroundings. More fool them. Patiently Van'Thrill waited to give the signal. Taking up his halberd, he braced for the charge. The instructions to his team were simple, the archers would deal with those guards furthest to the rear, the warriors and Van'Thrill would deal with the other two and the merchants.
It was time, as the caravan rolled in parallel to their position, he gave the signal. Within seconds arrows rained down on the caravan, their accuracy giving the guards little chance. The four to the rear fell peppered, blood pooling about them. Simultaneously, Van'Thrill charged along with the other two warriors. In the confusion the final two guards fell with little fight, bemusement and fear the last looks to cross their faces. By the time he approached the lead caravan all but the fat merchant were dead. Slowly Van'thrill approached him, the merchant pleading for mercy, his eyes wide with terror. Without a second thought Van'Thrill gave him a swift end, his halberd severing his head cleanly. With that he gave a few quick gestures, and his team began finishing the last task of their mission. From their packs they pulled out orcish banners and lay them about the ground, an axe with orcish fetishes, and more of their arrows. From the bushes nearby an orc corpse was pulled out, and laid near the lead caravan. Van'Thrill looked about the scene satisfied. With that he gave the signal to leave, and they melted back into the hillsides. The sun had only just risen, but it had already proved to be a good day.
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Post by vangiggsy on Apr 17, 2017 13:25:13 GMT -5
*Thunderstone Inn*
The dark haired elf contact once again sat int he same corner, another carafe of wine with two glasses set on the table, one empty, one half full. Van'Thrill approached, nodding a greeting. Pulling out a chair he sat himself down, simultaneously taking hold of the empty glass. The dark haired elf took up the carafe and poured him some wine. "Greetings again brother. What news?". "It has been a busy cycle", Van'Thrill responded. "I am making some progress. A number of merchant caravans have been dispatched, some logging camps burned, humans dispatched in the bramble and mistwoods, and my lay of the land improves each day.
I have learned more of the Wardens, the local elves who call the Hullack home." At this the dark haired elf leans forward a look of interest on his face. "Tell me of these so called Wardens." Van'Thrills frowns slightly, "I fear that they are unlikely to be of much assistance to us based on what I have observed thus far, and a few conversations held with some of their members. Their leader, one named Shamoke is an embarrassment, and from what I can tell a drunk. He drinks openly and every time I have observed him...and though an Eravanite he acts a fool in public. I cannot understand how any of sound mind would consider him leader material, but perhaps there is more to him than meets the eye. From what I gather he is quite strong with the weave. I shall endeavor to learn more. First impressions do not sit well with me. Aside from him, the others seem somewhat respectable, though they clearly seem to be on good terms with any and all N'Tel'Quessir, with the exception of a few that worship some of the darker Gods. It may be that we can use some of those to our advantage. The dark haired elf nodded slightly at his words, "Good work Van'Thrill, anything else of note?" Van'Thrill nodded slightly, "My thanks, and yes, I have enlisted some help from one named Naerwen, she is an archer of upcoming skill, who follows Shevarash, and has aided me in some travels of late. She has her own agenda but has verbalised a willingness to assist our cause as she can. There are one or two others that I have started to consider but the time is not quite right to fully open up to them. All in good time." The dark haired elf again nods, "Excellent, time is on our side, for now the council has agreed to leave the six kin we sent last month under your command. Use them well.". A slight dip of the head from van'Thrill, "Do give them my thanks. I have a number of operations in the planning stage and they will be most useful in their execution. In the mean-time I have summarised everything we have spoken about and the ongoing plans in this report," He slides over a scroll case. Taking up his glass he finishes his wine, placing the empty glass on the table. "With that I shall take my leave, till next time kindred." He slides the chair out, stands and makes his way out of the inn.
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Post by vangiggsy on Apr 25, 2017 18:02:10 GMT -5
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Post by vangiggsy on Apr 28, 2017 15:16:09 GMT -5
*Espar*
Van'Thrill may have been spotted coming and going from Espar regularly over the last few tendays..coming and going from the wizard tower, scroll shop and meeting with various robed individuals.
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Post by vangiggsy on May 1, 2017 12:46:50 GMT -5
*Thunderstone Inn*
Van'Thrill and his contact sat in their usual spot in one of the corner, their usual carafe of wine on the table. In quiet tones Van'Thrill provides his latest update.
"Another productive period", he stated. Continuing, "I have been working with one of kin placed within the War Wizards who is sympathetic to our cause. He is working to to fortify a a fungus with some magics that once complete may be used to sabotage the crops of the local farm lands. This would put a good amount of pressure on the local government and cause disruption. I am also taking the opportunity to learn what I can from him of the arcane. His aid has come free of charge, though it may be some time before he has something workable." The dark haired elf across from him gives an approving nod, take up his glass and takes a swallow.
Van'Thrill continues, "I have also enlisted one by the name of Loric", his lip curls slightly, "A human no less, but one who works well in the shadows and who has agreed to provide me information on a monthly basis for a stipend. I have tasked him with gaining any information that may be valuable to us, but for now specifically to create time tables and the like for merchant traffic and dealings. I will see how he does, if he fails to live up to expectation then he can fail to live at all. Other than that I have met several other kin, most of whom I do not think will be open to our approach, but there is one who I have found intriguing and hope to learn more of by the name of Kaelyn. She is a cleric and has shown herself to be more than capable. I will continue to get to know her and we shall see where it goes."
"I have also met another of kin named Elith, a strong magic user with some martial skill. I am still trying to gauge him, but he showed some enthusiasm in dispatching a number of humans in the Hullack and leaving quite a potent message about their presence not being welcome. He seems to engage with some types that many would deem undesirable perhaps, but I think we may be able to work out some mutually beneficial arrangements together. I will see what develops."
"The agents you provided me with continue to raid caravans along the major trade routes, as well as other disruptive operations. They are serving well. Our time here is only just beginning."
The dark haired elf speaks up. "Excellent brother, you are doing better than anticipated and in such short time. I have very confidence that your operations will provide positive results. Keep up the good work and do let us know if there is anything you need to help further you progress. The council shall receive word of your deeds."
Van'Thrill dips his head respectfully to the encouraging words. "You have my thanks. I should be off for now I shall see you at the next meeting." With that he drains his glass, slides his chair out and makes for the door.
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Post by vangiggsy on May 9, 2017 12:43:46 GMT -5
*Thunderstone Inn*
Van'Thrill sighs deeply, then takes up his glass and takes a long swallow of wine. Sitting across from him his contact eyes him with curiosity. Placing the empty glass on the table, Van'Thrill looks to him. "These lands are testing brother, such a short time I have been here and yet the things I have witnessed test my resolve to its limit! The level of blind acceptance of affronts to our People and the very balance of nature itself is intolerable!" His face knots in rage. "Almost daily I have the displeasure of witnessing abominations of all kinds be freely accepted by the majority, our own kin included! Can you believe that quite freely and openly an Orc named Grazzo, Grillo or some other such name, and one of our wild kin maintain a relationship! And our kin, the Wardens included, look on as if this is a natural thing! " He shakes his head. "The task here is going to be much more involved than we anticipated if our own kin accept such things so readily. I cannot imagine any self respecting Tel'Quessir even contemplating taking an orc, a God forsaken orc, home in any of our homelands....imagine! He would be gutted where he stood!" And yet this is the state of things here in Cormyr. Unbelievable!" The contacts face darkens as Van'Thrill vents, he too now taking up his glass and taking a long sip. Leaning forward he responds, "I can imagine it must be difficult to witness such things but remember our goals are much larger than just the few. You have done well to maintain your calm and professionalism to this point, do keep it up. Of course, should the opportunity present itself to resolve said matter discreetly, then by all means do." He, smiles. "What other news?" Van'Thrill nods to his words, the rage on his face finally fading before responding, "My mage contact continues to work on the fungus, progress is still slow but he seems confident he will achieve a result. Outside of that I continue to develop relationships with some of the persons I mentioned at our last meeting. My agents are still focused on disrupting the economy wherever opportunity presents itself. I have a few things that are in works...outside of that there have been some random devil and demon attacks in the area though I have had little luck in finding out who or what is behind it." The dark haired elf nods, "Excellent, with any luck our mage friend will get the result sooner rather than later...but our time here is still young. The council has sent funds with me for you to payroll the agents." He slides over a pouch that clinks as he does so. Van'Thrill pockets the pouch and nods, "I shall be sure they get it. they have done well thus far and deserve it." The dark haired elf glances about the inn, "Very well. Till next then..." He stands and makes for the door.
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Post by vangiggsy on May 18, 2017 16:46:12 GMT -5
*Marsh within the Mistwood*
The last rays of sunlight defiantly broke through the canopy above, fading one by one as the sun made its way past the horizon. It had been quite the day. Van'Thrill stood at the heart of the lizard folk encampment, bugs buzzing, and the flies of the marsh darting about in droves as if in celebratory fashion. They had good reason, for their was a bounty of corpses for them to appreciate. The warriors of the camp had not presented much of a challenge to Van'Thrill, nor the few casters that were among them. But that was not really the point. Their bodies were sprawled in various states of dismemberment about the ground, a trail of death winding its way through the paths of the village. His work had been done quickly, without the same enthusiasm as he might have had they been humans, but efficiently none the less. In truth he had no real qualm with them, but they were a means to a more important end. Moving quickly, Van'Thrill opened his bag and began to strategically place items, things that only adventurers may carry, and several tattered but readable Charters he had taken off of a dead Ettin a few days back. Once done, he quaffs a potion from a slender tube, slightly orange in color and vanishes. Unseen he makes his way back to the marsh edge, not bothering to cover his tracks. With any luck the hunting party that he witnessed leave just prior to his attack would find the clues he left and find their way to Great Gaunt for some vengeance. Instability for the region could only help his cause.
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Post by vangiggsy on Jul 1, 2017 11:14:12 GMT -5
*Outskirts of Thunderstone along a hidden track*
The sun was just touching the horizon, the sky darkening bit by bit as dusk took hold. Van'Thrill made his way down the winding track just outside the town, as the message received had instructed. The track passed through a small canyon, its tops covered in trees, the area darker and dimmer now as he progressed. Soon enough it opened out into a small clearing and within it stood his contact. The dark haired elf Vilanthor, was leaning casually against the wall of the canyon, partially in shadow. The elf was armed and not alone. At the far end of the clearing Van caught movement, another elf with a bow. He paused a moment, a tinge of concern raising the hairs on the back neck. He looked to Vilanthar, "Brother, is all well?" The dark haired elf had been watching his approach, pushing himself off the canyon wall he took a few strides toward Van, "Ah, Van'Thrill, I am glad you got my message, apologies for the unusual meeting place", he gestured to the clearing, "It seems being in town today would not be the best of ideas, nor for you to be seen with me. I had the fortune to put a few of the local inhabitants into early graves you see, and oddly the local authorities were not very pleased." A wicked smile crossed his face. He continued, "Don't mind Tallithin over there," nodding toward the elf with the bow at the edge of the clearing, "Just thought it prudent to have eyes out, seems the authorities are actively looking for me." Again he grins. Van'Thrill relaxed some and responded, "I see, well I am glad we are still able to meet. I apologise I was not able to make the last, I was caught up with a mission, one that did not go entirely to plan and I fear I must let you know that one of our agents did not make it, though his identity was not revealed. Vilanthor frowned at that but nodded, "that is most unfortunate, but our cause carries risks that we all accept..he served well till the end I am sure. Come let us sit, we have things to discuss." He moved to a boulder pile choosing the one that looked least uncomfortable and sat, gesturing to one of the others nearby. Van'Thrill nodded and followed taking the boulder as directed. "What news then brother?" asked Vilanthor. Van'Thrill's face darkened some, "Well none of it all that good I am afraid, though I am of course still fully committed to our mission here in Cormyr, I must admit that the longer term goals are going to be harder to achieve than I had hoped. There are fewer kin here than I had thought that might be sympathetic to us, or even at least at odds with what had become of the lands. Yet they prance around with half orcs and reprimand any who speak out against their ilk, despite the fact the damn lands were just invaded by a horde of them not long ago, and yet still suffer their incursions and the destruction they sow. Their love of humans is no less," he sighs. Due to this I have found it more a challenge to learn as much as I otherwise might have. There are a few kin about, Elith who I have mentioned, one named Aust, Naerwyn, and another named Veril who is at least open to discussion of things. As a result, I have had to start embedding myself in adventuring parties of a more...mixed..makeup. There is a human and a half blood in particular that tend to tread on the shady side and have been useful, one whom I pay a stipend Loric, the other Halkas who is proving quite resourceful. Though it displeases me to walk with the N'Tel'Quessir, I fear it is the only way that I will gain the access and knowledge of things that we may use to further our cause. To that end I have taken several ventures with them and some of their local contacts. It does not come easy I can tell you, just yesterday at the end of one through the Hullack I nearly had to end one of group, a human named Lucien who took offense to me. Despite trying to feign tolerance, he was sensitive to my dislike it would seem. Halkas stepped in, and thus his death was avoided, but I suppose I shall have to do a better job at being less obvious and abrasive." He frowned at that. "Aside from that the short term goals and missions have been going well enough, with the exception of the mage and his cursed fungus. His progress has stalled. Outside of that, the main happening in Cormyr currently is the trial of one named Abii, who it seems reeked bloody vengeance of some sort on the local populace some time ago. I have been attending the trial to see what if anything there is worth learning of, thus far nothing of too much note, though it certainly is a good way to get to know the who's who of the town and surrounds." Vilanthar had listened quietly as Van spoke, "I understand the difficulties you are faced with, but remember this, we have high nobles and politicians who are true to our cause, who every single day, out of necessity interact with those we aim to bring down. Sometimes a fascade is our best weapon. If it means that in order to achieve you aims you must use the tool of deceipt then do so, and fear no reprisal. We have watched you for many years Van'Thrill and we know that you shall not be swayed from our cause." Van'Thrill dips his head respectfully to the words. Vilanthar reaches down into a pack pulling forth a coin pouch, heavily ladened. He tosses it to Van, "Payroll for your agents, you may keep the extra since you are now one down. I will be sure to see that his family is taken care of." With that he pushes himself up, grabs his pack slinging it over his shoulder. "Sorry this has to be brief but best that I not linger. Keep up the good work Van" He clenches his fist and places it over his heart, "For the Victorious Blades!" With that he makes his way out of the clearing toward the waiting elf, and together they disappear into the wood.
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Post by vangiggsy on Mar 13, 2018 18:43:17 GMT -5
*Sitting in a candle lit room Van'Thrill writes his latest report*
Council,
Things continue to move forward in Cormyr. We have completed several successful missions against the interlopers, including civil works sabotages, and "removal" of a few governments workers in the process. Our mage contact has finally started to make some more progress on the fungus mutation and we hope that by year end it will be ready to use. The human farms that plague the lands here and have devastated our woodlands will suffer no end. The economy will take a large hit financially and with any luck the locals will struggle and move on. With good fortune it will take a significant amount of time for them to figure out a cure. The simplicity of it will leave little room for suspicion. Aside from that one of the local woods they call the Mistwood is having some sort of ailment itself, so for their crops to wilt it will likely just be seen as a effect of that. More to our benefit. As far as replacing our lost comrade I have had my eyes and ears open. I have not identified a candidate as yet but there are one or two that show promise, the likeliest one named Vindel, though he seems too vocal about his hatreds and I fear discretion would not be a strong suit of his. He seems blind to the fact that the humans are our biggest threat and like may of our kin seem focused on venting against the orckin. I will observe and see. There does seem to be an influx of kin about, so one can hope eh?
For now, that is all. I shall complete another report on the new season.
Yours Faithfully, Long Prosper the Victorious Blade!
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