People of Wayside,
My name is Kevar Byrne, member to the Order of the Earthen Fist. As many of you already know me I will leave the formalities for another time. If you do not know me, well I apologize, someday I hope to be honored with an introduction from you in person.
However tonight I have more pressing matters than trivial formalities or making new acquaintances. I have recently been away from my duties at our Chapter House in Albor to visit the land of my childhood. There have been some issues with bandits and undead as of late, nothing that my brothers and I have not been able to set balance to with ease. This has kept me preoccupied enough to where I have not sent a pigeon to Master Lurin or Master Runir in quite some moons. So, as the problem waned I set back to the Chapter House, to find that neither was present, and hadn't been for quite some time. To finish this tale, I had to return to aid my brothers and Father in reconstruction and clean up of a few burned out buildings. This is where I get a little wary, and why I cannot really on my own personal means.
I sent pigeons to every contact that I had been privileged enough to be informed of, only to find that none knew of their whereabouts, or had head from them in quite some time. I also sent a message with a Currier and guardsmen to both Runir and Lurin, in hopes that these capable men could reach them. All of this to no avail. So one question stands, where are my comrades in arms, my brothers in cause, my teacher and master, my friends?
If anyone has heard from them, or of their whereabouts I would be grateful beyond measure for such knowledge. I ask that this letter of the Dream be announced to not only my fellow adventurers, but any citizen that may lend ear. I give you my word that the Order still stands, in defense of those that cannot defend themselves.
Attaining the whereabouts of GuildMaster Lurin and ArmsMaster Runir is a task that I have undertaken with utmost haste, and urgency. Such is the reason that I call upon my friends of Wayside, and all others that may read these words.
May you find warmth from Winter's sweet embrace,
Kevar Byrne, Member to the Order of the Earthen Fist.
My name is Kevar Byrne, member to the Order of the Earthen Fist. As many of you already know me I will leave the formalities for another time. If you do not know me, well I apologize, someday I hope to be honored with an introduction from you in person.
However tonight I have more pressing matters than trivial formalities or making new acquaintances. I have recently been away from my duties at our Chapter House in Albor to visit the land of my childhood. There have been some issues with bandits and undead as of late, nothing that my brothers and I have not been able to set balance to with ease. This has kept me preoccupied enough to where I have not sent a pigeon to Master Lurin or Master Runir in quite some moons. So, as the problem waned I set back to the Chapter House, to find that neither was present, and hadn't been for quite some time. To finish this tale, I had to return to aid my brothers and Father in reconstruction and clean up of a few burned out buildings. This is where I get a little wary, and why I cannot really on my own personal means.
I sent pigeons to every contact that I had been privileged enough to be informed of, only to find that none knew of their whereabouts, or had head from them in quite some time. I also sent a message with a Currier and guardsmen to both Runir and Lurin, in hopes that these capable men could reach them. All of this to no avail. So one question stands, where are my comrades in arms, my brothers in cause, my teacher and master, my friends?
If anyone has heard from them, or of their whereabouts I would be grateful beyond measure for such knowledge. I ask that this letter of the Dream be announced to not only my fellow adventurers, but any citizen that may lend ear. I give you my word that the Order still stands, in defense of those that cannot defend themselves.
Attaining the whereabouts of GuildMaster Lurin and ArmsMaster Runir is a task that I have undertaken with utmost haste, and urgency. Such is the reason that I call upon my friends of Wayside, and all others that may read these words.
May you find warmth from Winter's sweet embrace,
Kevar Byrne, Member to the Order of the Earthen Fist.