[EVENT] CARAVANS OF THE EMBERREST

[Lenny 1615]

 

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A missive is posted upon the city boards and carried by ravens to neighboring vassal keeps and taverns, the parchment clearly carrying a smell of spice and wet leaves whilst being faintly damp.

 

🕯️To the Templars, Knights, and … of course … wayfarers;

With the settling upon this island, the tasks of delivering goods and items back to its recipients have been of paramount importance! However, my caravans have been met with … delays … during their travels, which needs to be corrected. Therefore, even though as much as it pains me, I need capable men and women to aid in the delivery. The withered trees, where the sun seldom breaks, are often concealed by the island’s fog and my men have spoken of shapes moving within the mists, distant howls, and company-men who have disappeared during loading.

 

Still!
Coin always beckons courage, and those who bear witness to this missive are invited to escort the Veerlan Caravan to its destinations … with potential for payment. The merchants are … wary, and the rumors certainly have spooked them. Thus, capable hands are sought.

 

 

Spoiler

If interested, you can send a letter to Tomas Veerlan (In game username = Idunian) which includes your character's name, affiliation and profession with skills.

[jqsmlne 460]

Iuilé squinted her eyes as she read the missive. 

 

"He is looking for.... deliverymen?"

[Hawkeye_Gough 624]

A hedge knight clad in aurum plate reads over the missive, musing to himself:

"The things we do for coin... I pray only to come home in one piece."

[terms 255]

Harrik read over the missive and prepared a piece of parchment to send the man.

[Alikiforever 73]

Leonardo looks at the missive and mutters

"I do need coin...one more adventure won't hurt"

He prepares some paper to send a letter

[Mordringfan 166]

A small chuckle escapes Lankton as he finishes reading the missive in The Capital with The Bishop by his side, he rips a small page out of his Notebook and retrieves his small and elegant quill in preparation to send to the man that posted the missive, muttering to himself.
"Looks like my work is cut out for me..."

Edited October 30, 2025 by harleyhumorist

[KalashnikovaAvto 65]

Nal looks at the missive, thought comes into her mind.
"Hm. Nothings wrong with helping. Could get something out of it."

[Jagdkatzchen 99]

Mud squelched beneath Talbott's boots as he found refuge from the storm beneath a tree, the reprieve affording him the opportunity to review the missive once more.

"Strange shapes, they say...? If there are monsters about, those merchants will need as many escorts as they can get."

At that, the red-headed man stashed the paper, and began to ponder...