[Paradisian Adventurer's Guild] Reclaiming Lost Ship

[Samler 1566]

[Art by: Jason Felix - Shadowed Caravel]

[!] In the Heartlander Confederacy, Hohkmat and Balian, a missive would be hanged up on notice boards. [!]
Seeking Seafaring adventures!

A merchant ship has been lost at sea and thus the Paradisian Adventurer's Guild has been comissioned to recover or confirm the ship has been sunked. A schooner without crew has been offered by the guild to fulfill this task, as such adventurers with sailing experience is prefered. 
At least 10 adventurers or sailors are required.
Those familiar with the Paradisian ranking, this is a Ferrum level task, as the trading route the lost ship is known for it's often stormy conditions.
Copper ranked adventurer's are most welcome provided they are experienced with the sea and operations of a ship.
The leader of this expedition is an elf which started sailing eight centuries ago likewise has experience leading expeditions, troops and fighting both aquatic monsters and pirates, follow orders and we are all bound to return home alive with what remains of the missing ship.

We will be meeting at The White Rose Tavern within Whitespire, SA. 185 [Saturday] The Grand Harvest [4:30pm EST]'th.

If you wish to reserve a spot, please pen a letter to Seth [RealSamler] with your name, race, experience, proficiency and rank within the guild, in addition to anything else you might find useful for this expedition. 
I am unsure how many can fit on the ship
Likewise if you have any questions you can pen a letter as well, remember to sign it.

-Seth of the Paradisian Guild
 

[ErikAzog 3575]

Achillius of Salia, sent a nicely written letter with his request to join, taking up his spear and preparing his backpack for whatever the sea had hidden, "Nothing like an adventure, especially one at sea." he'd state.

[_xMika 284]

Holding the crumbled missive within his veiled digits the mali'ker inspected its contents with lazer focus "Perhaps this could be a good opportunity" he whispered underneath his breath a lofted gaze being offered to the rest of his family that resided within his manor "Are they fit for the sea?" he inquired to himself an hum and expression of contemplation becoming apparent upon his plagued ivory visage. Though, quickly did a conclusion settle upon the wretched elf's mind. With a flick of his cigar to be rid of its ash the 'ker stood and made way towards the rest of his kin. . An announcement was to be made and a mission was to be offered.

[Samler 1566]

[!] The missives would have the day changed! [!]