BillHolmbladJr
Newbie
TO THE KIDNAPPERS:
Your days are numbered.
Whatever issues, concerns, problems or needs you had to be addressed could have been talked through. Until this past Saturday's events unfolded.
Your corruption of Healers' Guild members, the attempted capture of a party sent to assist them, my own slaughter by your hands, and the capture of Neolani and Circle Master Marsters by your numbers to be assimilated into a twisted rotting tree trunk and hauled off to who-knows-where, have placed you in the unenviable spot of being ON MY LIST.
Master Marsters was the first member of this area to welcome me and my retinue to this area, to show us the warmth and caring this region was known for when I stumbled through on a bitter cold January morning this year.
Neolani has shared fires with me and my crew; deep in icy tundra, across vast grasslands, from babbling brook to vast ocean, she has healed our bodies, kept our souls at peace, and watched over us in the twilight, when no-one else would.
Both were lost by your hands; neither has resurrected locally, and I can only hope they are safe from any ministrations you might seek to apply to them.
I may not know where I come from, but thanks to you, I know where my path now leads. To whatever realms or elements of doom you feel safe hiding in. Duke Raash rules over these lands fairly and justly from all reports; he more than likely will have consequences to mete out to you once you are found.
Pray I do not get to you first.
TO THE CITIZENS OF ENCAMPMENT 42 / THUDDINGTON:
I beseech you to find me next MarketFaire, and to help me find out the whereabouts of Neolani and Master Marsters; Should we verify their location and lives, I ask that you help me rescue them, return them home, and restore their bodies, minds, and spirits from whatever onslaught they may be suffering as we speak.
I have little treasure to offer, but will gladly forfeit any treasure draw from the corpses of the brigands... save one thing...
... I WANT THEIR HEADS.
Your days are numbered.
Whatever issues, concerns, problems or needs you had to be addressed could have been talked through. Until this past Saturday's events unfolded.
Your corruption of Healers' Guild members, the attempted capture of a party sent to assist them, my own slaughter by your hands, and the capture of Neolani and Circle Master Marsters by your numbers to be assimilated into a twisted rotting tree trunk and hauled off to who-knows-where, have placed you in the unenviable spot of being ON MY LIST.
Master Marsters was the first member of this area to welcome me and my retinue to this area, to show us the warmth and caring this region was known for when I stumbled through on a bitter cold January morning this year.
Neolani has shared fires with me and my crew; deep in icy tundra, across vast grasslands, from babbling brook to vast ocean, she has healed our bodies, kept our souls at peace, and watched over us in the twilight, when no-one else would.
Both were lost by your hands; neither has resurrected locally, and I can only hope they are safe from any ministrations you might seek to apply to them.
I may not know where I come from, but thanks to you, I know where my path now leads. To whatever realms or elements of doom you feel safe hiding in. Duke Raash rules over these lands fairly and justly from all reports; he more than likely will have consequences to mete out to you once you are found.
Pray I do not get to you first.
TO THE CITIZENS OF ENCAMPMENT 42 / THUDDINGTON:
I beseech you to find me next MarketFaire, and to help me find out the whereabouts of Neolani and Master Marsters; Should we verify their location and lives, I ask that you help me rescue them, return them home, and restore their bodies, minds, and spirits from whatever onslaught they may be suffering as we speak.
I have little treasure to offer, but will gladly forfeit any treasure draw from the corpses of the brigands... save one thing...
... I WANT THEIR HEADS.