[Urgent] Seeking Marksmen

[Heero 4092]

 

 

Scattered across the various landings of Axios missives all printed from the same Dwarven press are indiscriminately pinned in arbitrary patterns throughout the various bulletin boards or town centers of Tahn and occasionally elsewhere. The demand for urgent help evident in the careless nature of the postings. The leaflets would read as following:

 

 

 

 

        Attention all would-be adventurers, daredevils, and explorers. A band of soldiers are in need of experienced marksmen whom are strictly disciplined to aid in a hunt. Safety of the individual is guaranteed and price of service is open to negotiation. Whether or not you are proficient with a bow or arbalest is irrelevant although those with experience in handling and maintaining an arbalest are heavily preferred. Forward any inquires to the battlements of Gravelhold within the realm of Mardon. It is imperative that we locate any marksmen immediately.

 

Signed,

Crumena of Kamees

[KeatonUnbeaten 1103]

Gareth picks up his arbalest and begins making his way to inquire.

[Heero 4092]

Just now, ImperialRoyalist said:

Gareth picks up his arbalest and begins making his way to inquire.

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[KeatonUnbeaten 1103]

Just now, Heero 阴 said:

 

((Add me on Discord Heero#7850

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((DISCORD!??!!))

[Joltastik 506]

"A hunt? Why would you need marksmen for that?" Sighard would scoff, strapping a newly crafted sword scabbard unto his back

[_Sug 2809]

A young Witch Hunter sits within his house in Mardon, his digits coiled about a small clear glass filled about 1/3rd of the way with a Daelish Whiskey from the countryside of Ponce. His amber Seventian eyes scan over the parchment that laid over his stack of morning mail and today's paper. As he reads his hand brings the glass to his lips, immediately drinking all the substance inside before standing and slamming his hand on the paper. "A new contract? Well luckily Gravelhold is about a two minute walk from this home!" He would say before making his way towards the other end of the table where he would take both his Aurum Longsword and Bluesteel Sword and sling them up upon his shoulder, his other hand taking a medium sized arbalest in hand with the quiver made of wyvern skin. His clad boots would bring the man forth to exit his home promptly and set off for Gravelhold.

[The Lion 736]

The Road Knight, Ser Lion the Horror finds his home tagged by vandal postermen! Getting a laugh in as now he has more paper to write on. Intrigued, he takes a gander at one for another giggle. Reading it with a concluding nod. He talks to himself, but he swears he's talking to the hounds, "Eh, lads? They're looking for strictly disciplined hunters. Want in? Could be good." He whistles and the Hundmeister of Mordskov heads towards the scent left behind on the contract advertisement.

SKYPE ME BREDREN, I KNOW NO DISCORD.

[lawnmowerman 3040]

Kozak the far-folk shows interest.

 

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