Letters From Drelik

[Drelik 865]

He places his hands on the side of his helmet, lifting it slowly and carefully. Pulling it off his head, he holds it promplty then places it ontop the anvil. Below him, is a artfully stonecrafted pool of water, he brings his head close to it, and thrusts his gauntlents into the water, splashing himself, cleansing himself of the dirt, blood, and sweat of the day. Looking up to the mirror above him, he sees himself, something is missing, looking to his right he discovers a red cloth, which he brings around his mouth, and ties around his neck which falls around his neck. Pushing himself off the stonework counter, he sees his desk, atop the desk all his gear lays, his weapon belt armed with a diamond dagger, one he had been given on training day by Prince, also in his utility belt is a diamond sword, and other michellanous items. Next to his belt is a battered quiver, it appears to be poorly handcrafted of.. exotic leathers.. inside are some papers. Drelik sticks hand in the quiver, emptying its contents carelessly, flipping some appearantly blank papers on there backside, he discovers imperfections among them. Now becoming timid, he grunts brushing all those which don't meet his needs off the desk.

"To hard to ask fer a damn piece o' paper!?" he exclaims.

Walking to his bedroom, he sits himself on the edge of the bed, accessing the drawer next to him, upon pulling open the draw the face of a man greets him, no eyes, no mouth, just tanned, skinned and dead the face greets him. Drelik grunts, figuring he may have to write on a piece of skin again, he pulls the draw out of the stand completely, gripping it with his diamond gauntlents, the old wood beings to crack. He then forcefully thrusts his arm, releasing the draw, it smashes against the wall, the skinned face seems to cry out to him.

"Shut the **** up ye dead ye dead"

Looking now at the bottom draw.

"Salvation"

He pulls out some envelopes not many as not many of his "brothers" still live, he also takes out some papers.

His arms full of the parchment, he stumbles over back down the hall to his desk, unaware of the low doorway, Drelik walks directly into the stone archway. His head jerks back, and the heavy weight of his armor accelerates his fall.

Hours later.

His vision hazey, his head splitting, his pride crushed, he rocks his body, left, right, left right, plopping onto his chest, he puts one leg up, and guides himself up using the nearby wall.

About the floor are the envelopes and papers. Drelik kneels down to pick up an envelope, however so thin on the floor, he is unable to with the thick gauntlents.

Grunting, he pulls on the gauntlets one at a time, and chucks them across the hall... Bending back down, he resumes collecting the papers. Have collected the envelopes, he looks around the room, studying the floor, squiting, he sees one of the parchments a few feet from him, he stumbles towards it, pinching it between his fingers, collecting it. Having recollected his items, he is focused on his work.

Sitting down, breathing a sigh of relief he dips his quill in ink as..

*KNOCK KNOCK*

Startled, he knocks the ******* ink off the desk, crashing agaisnt the floor in what seems like slow motion, the glass particles shatter, and the ink sprawls out, tormenting him.

"WHAT!

"WHO THE **** IS IT!"

"It's Tom, I'm sorry If i disturbed your "alone" time!" he exclaims from the otherside of the Iron door.

Drelik pushes himself off the desk.

"Yer a real fuckin' clown ye know that?" Says Drelik.

Angry, Drelik gets up, approaching his weapon rack, where he pulls an arrow off the wall, grabbing his bow with his left hand, he strings the arrow. Pulling the string back, he aims, his eye on target with the Iron door, he releases the arrow, denting and crashing against the door.

*BANG*

"What the fawk was that?" Says Tom.

"An arrow, the next one is diamond tipped so fawk off unless ye want an arrow to the knee." says Drelik.

"Your just as fawkin dumb as ye were back in the day. I'll be back later when yer done touching yourself."

"Fawk you, yer so full of jokes, aren't ye."

Tom exits up the stairs.

Alone again, Drelik takes a look at his surroundings, hooking his bow back onto the wall, he proceeds down the hallway, turning into his second door, he enters his workroom. Entering the room, his eyes dart around, as he spots another Ink vial. Drelik grabs the ink vial hastily, and looks both ways before stepping out of the room. He turns his neck widley in each direction, cracking it, and setting his focus back onto his work. Plopping down onto his chair again, his dreary eyes look around, each direction, as silence seems to talk to him, he figures it safe to resume his work. No distractions.

Placing his hand on a parchment, he slides it to the front him, dipping his quill in ink.

"Mili Irongut"

"It's yer good friend Drelik. The time we always talked about draws nearer, I have a plan I never got to fill ye in on. We might have a problem wid da Big T, before I go any further with it, I want ye here to talk about wether ye deem it worthy or not, wether ye want to keep our operation small, er risk this. *He writes where to meet him*

"Aeries"

"It's yer good friend Drelik. I understand yer busy and the last time we talked was in a dream world. I got a plan, but I want to know if yer in or not and wether ye think it be worth it. Ye busy with the rogues I know, If yer in ye may need to bring em to, my plan involves possibly foightin an old enemey o' ours. Ye a veteran, been a flay longer then I have. Send me a bird, or meet me 'ere *writes the location*"

"Caliean Baelish"

" It's yer good friend Drelik. I dunnae if ye found a better callin'. I can't promise ye what Prince promised ye, but I always considered ye a brotha, I'd hope ye'd be willin to help yer old brothers."

"Tom"

"Bring me somethin' to eat"

"Yert Zenon"

" How ye been Yert. As I talked with ye about, the time to act is near, ye 'ave to meet me. If this works, ye won't be a guard who stands behind the action. Ye'll be sinkin' in diamonds, drownin' in gold like the ol' days. Work with me. I know yer interested. Meet me 'ere *writes the location to meet him*

Alistair The Savage

"Tis Drelik, how ye been? Eatin people? I need yer help savage, I'm gettin the group together, er tryin atleast. Ye remember the dreadfort? I be tryin' to get it back. We may need to fight fer it. Ye 'ave to meet me so we can discuss our future. *writes a location*

"John Woods"

"Hail John, its yer old brother in arms Drelik. Ye are a likable soldier. Ye never bothered anyone, ye always did yer job, and ye were funny to look at. I think ye know what this letter is fer, as I told ye long ago. If yer interested, reunite with yer family". *writes the location to meet him at *

Drelik slides the parchments over to the center of the desk, reaching across, he grabs the envelopes. Licking them, he folds the parchment, placing each inside the envelope.

"Needa' start recruitin' four fawkin guys.."

Drelik gets up out his chair, grouping up all the envelopes. Eyes studying his desk, he spots a red linen cloth sticking out of a book. Looking at the cover of the book, it reads 'Skinning For Dummies'

"Whut is dis?" He pulls the cloth out, placing the envelopes in the center, he folds the cloth over. On the desk is the battered skin-stiched quiver. He graps the envelopes, placing them in the quiver. Thrusting the quiver over his shoulder, he wets his torch and sets out.

[Drelik 865]

(( Sorry i forgot you komodo! I rememberd just now adding you.. ))

[Komodo 140]

((lol, I suppose I was looking at the page for a while. I left the browser on while I was afk))

*Shortly after sending the letter, a response returns, quite quickly at that. The bird is a hunting falcon bearing a letter written in deep, dark, dried blood. Upon opening the letter, you can smell the smell of pinecones. The note reads...*

"Drelik,

Bout' time ye' bastard. I'll be damned. I'm a bit busy these days, but I can take me time away from ****** te' meet ye' an' the lads again..."

*A red hand print is signed at the end of the letter. The hand is the left one...*

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*On his way to the campsite The Skull finds another one of those stupid trespassers. He is dragging the scared man to the camp and arrives to find the letter. He drops the man in shock. The man runs away. The skull goes and finds some parchement to respond to the letter*

Drelik!

I am glad that we are getting things moving! As always I am ready to hear anything out. Feel free to send another bird to me ((PM)) with your new idea. I'll be here, skinning some Elves!

*Finishes the letter and sends it. After seeing the bird fly away he starts to grumble "Where did I let that man go to, I need him!". He then goes off to try and find him again.*

[NiC201 (Aeries) 76]

*Aeries Hawk Swoops Down Beside Drelik And Drops A Blood Soaked Note

"I will pledge my metal to yours any day brethren"

[dandan1350 479]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.