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In the valley shadowed by the castle known as Ard Ghorrock, the men of Hallowvale Contracting battered and beaten wear face masks covering their mouths. They stand before a pit dug into the ground filled with the the mutilated bodies of fallen comrades. Many were indistinguishable from each other from the bloodbath that occurred earlier that day. As the last of the bodies were tossed into the pit, the bodies were set ablaze and the surviving members of Hallowvale were left to watch the fires consume the wretched remains of the fallen.

13th of Snows Maiden, 1531

“A Declaration of Martial Law:

It is on this day that The Vandalore assumes total authority of Hallowvale Contracting and realm of Hallowvale also known as “Qimat Althuluj” until Martial Law has ended. In response to the attack from the draconic creature and unholy horrors, NO ONE is to leave Ard Ghorrock unless under the supervision of someone of the Vander Council or the Vandalore himself.

Patrols lead by those in the Vander Council or the Vandalore himself will be made during Martial Law.

Those below the rank of authority are NOT ALLOWED to lead any patrols or assaults on the eldritch horrors. Ard Ghorrock is to be protected at all costs until the beasts are slain.

ANYONE who is not of Hallowvale Contracting as an oathed member, an unoathed, a family member who is given permission to reside in Hallowvale, or a servant of Hallowvale Contracting WILL BE SHOT ON SIGHT IF SPOTTED IN HALLOWVALE WITHOUT THE 'SEAL OF PASSAGE'. All members are to check the business' roster to see who is allowed passage through Hallowvale.

Those who bear The Vandalore’s ‘Seal of Passage’ will also be allowed passage and residence if needed in 

For Glory and Gold. For God, Family, and Comrades.

- Nafis, The Vandalore”

 

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Two ‘seals of passages’ depicting Hallowvale Contracting's Lion are sent via bird to undisclosed locations, accompanied with letters for their intended recipients. 

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"Perhaps they should hire some professionals." Roland of Aardwen the Markedman states plainly.

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Lonan nods his head towards Pyotr as he is informed of the lockdown, a small sigh escaping his lips. He'd move on past the man and travel to the north-east corner of the keep where he had a small fire fluttering away. He hovers his hands over the flames and begins to warm them, seeing as his forge was now colder than a frost-wtiches armpit. A worried frown spreads over his features as his thoughts stray to the wraiths the others had spoken of, a small mutter escaping his lips.

 

"Creator save us." He'd shudder, a small wave of dread overcoming his emotions.

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Upon hearing the disturbing news, Vondan's brows furrowed as he calmly stroked his beard. "Its distressin' ta' 'ear 'dat 'allowvale is 'avin 'dis problem. Dark creatures roamin' ta' lands." he stopped for a moment, shivering. "Ah'm sure 'allowvale will take care of ta' problem, buh if 'dey don't..." Vondan said, trailing off as he let out a long exhausted sigh.

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Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

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