The Frozen Thorns [Trade]

[Praetor 1550]

We are the Frozen Thorns. We are here to deal with your concerns and problems, in exchange for a little coin.

Be it that you need weapons, drugs, poisons, slaves of any sort, or even simply the removal of an...annoying person, the Frozen Thorns are there to aid you.

We ask nothing more than some coin for our troubles, and your problems are solved. But one must remember that if you slight us, we will come for you, and we will kill you.

We accept anything, from gems to coin to weapons...

You are requested to be clear and concise when requesting our aid, for we have little time for those who are to scared to write down what they need properly.

Leave a note in the stables of any city, and it shall be found by one of us.

Cold as ice, deadly as steel.

Frozen Thorns guild page

Guild Roster

-I'm removing it, secret secret is secret-

[THUNDER37 162]

*A sealed and blank envelope has been left in the stables of Arethor, nailed to the lower part of the back wall. On the front of the envelope it is completely blank except for the words "Thorn"*

"I require a person of high status to be taken "Care of". However before I go into further details, I would wish to enquire about your price and terms.

This may be discussed in person if you wish or by letter."

[Praetor 1550]

*A bland looking man walks into the stables, looking no different than the plethora of other men in the city. He looks around the stables and notices the note, walking over to it quickly and grabbing it, slipping it instantly in the heavy folds of his cloak.

Many hours later he meets up with another man, this ones face covered in a cloak, a hilt by his side. He slips the letter our and hands it to him, then man nods shortly, flipping a coin at the man. The gold flashes in the dim light of the Tavern as the man rises and walks off swiftly, flipping open the note and reading it quickly.

In the darkest hour of the night, the man once again gives this note to another person, this one covered from head to toe in heavy veils and cloaks. A slim gloved hand takes the note and reads it, nodding shortly for a moment before muttering a word to the man and walking off, tossing the note into a fast flowing river next to their meeting point.

As dawn rises above the sprawling city of Arethor, a man rides into Arethor, and slips a note in the same nook at the old one before walking into the city, dissapearing into the already growing crowd*

The note says: "Depending on the importance of the person, the cost shall vary. We will contact you with further information through means of a meeting at a set time. You shall be given further information there. -The Frozen Thorns."

[THUNDER37 162]

*Aeven stands to the left of the stable, his face covered by a dark hood. After a few hours, Aeven steps back in before quickly snatching up the note and making his way back to the side of the stables as he opens the letter and reads.

Aeven gives a quick nod, pulling a bottle of ink and a quill from his pocket, turning the parchments over as he quickly writes something onto the back*

((I will now take the more "detailed" information to Pm's :) ))

[Praetor 1550]

Updated with a guild roster. It will be updated each time someone joins. This is for conveniances sake, try not to meta it.

[ski_king3 0]

*Jess steps into to Solace stables, as if he were about to travel to Arethor. He glances around, making sure nobody is near. Reassured when the only people he notices are two Elysians entering the city, he removes a folded sheet of paper from his clothing, sealed with wax. He places it near the back hoof of the horse, covering it with hay and grass. The note reads as follows*

Lancel

~2500 minas if he is killed. Bring his head as proof

~6000 minas if he is brought to me, eyeless and gagged.

~8000 minas if he is killed and a Silverblade or Horen is successfully framed. Additional minas will not be granted until I know this has happened.

Do not seriously injure Aron or Wocket Bedevere in your actions. If my pricing is unreasonable, I am willing to negotiate. However, I am no rich man.

[Supremacy 3361]

A note is pinned and sits ominously on a pole of the stables of Normandor. The note is pinned to a wooden pole with a single nail, silver in color and clearly polished before it was used. The note itself is written in a grey ink akin to the color of silver but not lustrous. The note shifts about for hours as the wind gently pushes it about as it waits for its intended recipient.

If one were to examine the note it would also become evident that it is folded in two and sealed with wax.

To those who it concerns,

You advertise you have drugs. Fortunately for both of us it is that kind of substance which influence the mind which I have become intrigued with. Many kinds of such I seek. However, in order for them to be of use to me I must know precisely from which life they originated and their most common name. Payment shall vary depending on diversity and volume with a cap of 4000 minas.

If you so wish to believe as the creatures of the mainland do that violence to others bring you some form of superiority. Then I assume this will be easy for you. If such may be accomplished perhaps you will be considered for another far more interestig job of acquisition I have in mind. A reply may simply be pinned below.

~ Elthilln'ker

*Below be signature appears a strange pattern of silver circles.*

[Praetor 1550]

*Jess steps into to Solace stables, as if he were about to travel to Arethor. He glances around, making sure nobody is near. Reassured when the only people he notices are two Elysians entering the city, he removes a folded sheet of paper from his clothing, sealed with wax. He places it near the back hoof of the horse, covering it with hay and grass. The note reads as follows*

Lancel

~2500 minas if he is killed. Bring his head as proof

~6000 minas if he is brought to me, eyeless and gagged.

~8000 minas if he is killed and a Silverblade or Horen is successfully framed. Additional minas will not be granted until I know this has happened.

Do not seriously injure Aron or Wocket Bedevere in your actions. If my pricing is unreasonable, I am willing to negotiate. However, I am no rich man.

*A few days after, a small letter may be found, pinned in a nook of the stables, within it one may find a yellowed piece of parchment, a message written on it in dried blood.*

"You problem shall be dealt with. Have patience. However we request the price for his murder to be brought up to 4000 mina. The removal of such a figure of importance in not an easy task."

A note is pinned and sits ominously on a pole of the stables of Normandor. The note is pinned to a wooden pole with a single nail, silver in color and clearly polished before it was used. The note itself is written in a grey ink akin to the color of silver but not lustrous. The note shifts about for hours as the wind gently pushes it about as it waits for its intended recipient.

If one were to examine the note it would also become evident that it is folded in two and sealed with wax.

To those who it concerns,

You advertise you have drugs. Fortunately for both of us it is that kind of substance which influence the mind which I have become intrigued with. Many kinds of such I seek. However, in order for them to be of use to me I must know precisely from which life they originated and their most common name. Payment shall vary depending on diversity and volume with a cap of 4000 minas.

If you so wish to believe as the creatures of the mainland do that violence to others bring you some form of superiority. Then I assume this will be easy for you. If such may be accomplished perhaps you will be considered for another far more interestig job of acquisition I have in mind. A reply may simply be pinned below.

~ Elthilln'ker

*Below be signature appears a strange pattern of silver circles.*

*A note replaces the previous one, pinned into the wall at the exact same place, this time with a simple nail and no other adornment. The note itself is folded up multiple times so as to hide the writing. Once unfolded one may the see the writing is made of dried blood.*

"The Frozen Thorns may provide you with such a drug. It's rarity and difficulty to get reduces the availiable quantity and heightens the price for it. In the tongue of the Mori'Quessir it is called "L'Xylet'Mnlorn". This drug is found in the caverns of the Mori, it may be extracted from a certain fungi. One of our associates shall set a meeting time for the exchange. Do not trick us, do not decieve us. You shall bring the sum of 4000 mina to the exchange."

[Supremacy 3361]

*Written below once more in silver is a single sentence.*

We await further contact.

[Lynesse {Celia/Jazzy} 398]

Celeste smirks under her silver mask. "So this is how the Thorns operate, hm?" she says to herself at the Cloud Temple stables. Her eyes dart around reading the note. Sighing, she pulls out her own sheet of paper and presses the nib of the ink pen against the paper beginning to write.

"The workings of the Frozen Thorns have not gone unnoticed. However, it is time to stand aside. We are the Scyllans and we do not tarry. If it's wealth, power, fear, you want, I extend my hand. The shadows are fairly friendly to those who know their way around the darkness. I give you an offer I seldom give others, Frozen Thorns. Bend the knee or be purged."

[Supremacy 3361]

The rain pours down in Normandor this day. A tall slender figure approaches the stables, a sense of purpose in its walk. Grey robes trailing behind it. Drops of rain trail down the iron mask sat upon the figures head. A perpetual frown forced upon the metal, deep sorrow in its gaze. Gravel shifts under its footfall producing a muffled crunch.The wind suddenly picks up and howls. However the figure in its determined gate seems to remain unfazed. The grey figure enters the stables, procuring a single shining nail. Three consecutive thuds followed by silence.

((IG SupremacyOps))

How confident are you in your capabilities? There is a job which may only be discussed in person.

~ Elthilln'ker

[Praetor 1550]

((Just a notice that our current jobs might take a little longer, while we await to see how long the Mina system will be down for. If it is for too long, we shall find an alternative to monetary prices.

Also, I didn't write an RP answer to thee above post, but it was dealt with in MC RP.))

[JoakimVonAnka 63]

Delphine looks over the note, a bothered look on her face. She looks up at the pitchblack nightsky with a slight frown. Delphine flips a couple of blonde locks of hair to the side. She scribbles down the contact information on a small paper with a tiny piece of charcoal before heading off towards Roseus and further off to Armaluna.

Well at home, Delphine reads through the letters she have been sent from both King Godfrey and High Prince Bravepaw. Delphine takes a deep breathe, heading out on the beach for some fresh air. She plays with the necklace hanging around her neck

"Oh mother.. what would you have done?"

Delphine asked herself, her eyes wet from worried tears. She goes inside again to negotiate with herself and come to a conclusion.

[Supremacy 3361]

Days later, a wood elf appears to return to the very same stable. The bright sunny day illuminating all around him. However, the light itself seems ever so slightly distorted around this elf. Imperfect one might say. The elf approaches and takes a single nail from his coat. This one duller than those which came before. The note is pinned and the elf leaves without much fuss. The note unlike the others is not littered with details. In the top lefthand corner sits the initials FT and the note simply reads:

I have heard of your skill in acquiring information. Might you be able to price the location of a group?

~ Elvulnir

Hours later in darkness the figure which appeared three days prior also returns to the stable. The figure approaches, once more the cracked mask shines dully in the moonlight, the sorrowful gaze of the mask looking emotionlessly onwards. Once again three thuds are heard followed by silence. The note bears the same markings as the previous one seemingly left by this figure did. Silver circles, a clean and shining pin and grey writing. It reads:

Your services will no longer be required. Proceed no further with your task.

- Elthilln'ker

The two visitors, unbeknownst to those who may have observed were indeed the same Illusionist high elf. Once disguised by illusion, the second by clothing alone. When it comes to knowledge the Elf's appetite was insatiable. Unfortunately however some knowledge comes at a cost. A cost he would not be able to pay, yet.

((TL;DR Version:))

(Incase you are confused) Kalenz sends a letter as Elthilln'ker sends letter in an attempt to cancel a previous job. Kalenz sends a a letter for another job under another identity for a separate purpose. This, being due to the fact he is poor and can not possibly afford both jobs at once and due to RP making said job undesirable to him.

[Supremacy 3361]

Days later, the note pinned by the wood elf is taken down. The elf scurries away with a hurriedness in his step.