Elven Archer Looking For Organization

[Wowminecrafter 2]

As Halt Kithalnor travels to the elven lands yet again, an idea forms in his mind. "I need to be part of something," he mouthes to himself. And with this. He writes many drafts and gives them to his companion birds to deliver to neighbouring towns and guilds in Asulon. The letters read:

Dear fellow mates of Asulon,

My name is Halt Kithalnor. I am an elven ranger. I have travelled far and wide in search of a party of some sort. Be it a guild or a town. However with the no luck that I recieve, I pass this message onto this bird so it can deliver it to many towns and guilds in Asulon. Again, I am a ranger. I hunt. I kill. I drink. I befriend. As a ranger, I am skilled with a bow. Don't believe me. Come and find out. I respectfully ask for some pay and a home to live in. However if it is a town, then I ask for a pay for each task I do, but I'll pay my taxes. This is all my friends. I hope to meet you soon.

Signed,

Halt.

[Myoni 56]

A lightly browned hawk lands on a branch before, clutching a letter delicately as it can in it's talons, from the letter hangs a tag labeled "Halt". Should you choose to accept it, the letter is written in fair, flowing handwriting, likely belonging to a woman with a graceful hand.

Dear Halt,

This letter has traveled far to reach the homelands of our folk, and it pains me to do so but I ask for your services in the lands of Oren. I own a small share of land in the Counties of House Silverblade, and my town is constantly beset by the creatures of the night. It also ails me to know that not far from my home, the darkest of history in our new world befell.

So I ask you, one elf to another, a former ranger to another, to aid my people here in Riven. My lands are worked by farmers, miners, and woodcutters, and they would take up arms to protect it, but I am afraid their courage would be in vain should that darkness rise once more. Should you accept, I can promise that you'll have no end to the work you wish. I myself have slain four risen pigmen in the course of writing this letter.

Should you hear my plea, I will offer you a home, a new bow, two quivers of arrows, an archer's leathers, food, and a stipend per elven week.

Sincerely,

Emilysa Win'tae

Baroness of Riven

Pinned to the letter with a piece of iron slag, is a map from the Cloud Temple docks, to Riven.

OOC:

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MC Names to Know:

Emisaurus - Baroness Winter

Jroy96 - Count Uthor Silverblade

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