A Message For The Council

[Tee-Tree 22]

Kratos Sits up in his bed, His wound still burning from the raid. He moves his legs to the side of the bed putting his head in his arms, He then proceeds to grab a walking stick nearby and walk over to the chair across the room taking a feather, some ink and a piece of paper on his way. Kratos flops down in the chair with exhaustion and tilts his head back closing his eye's, after a few moments of resting he use's the arm of the chair to write. The message is addressed to the High elven council. As the day pass' Kratos finish's up his note and attempts to call his white hawk to deliver the message to Malinor.

(( So since the server is down I decided to make a forum post for some RP fun. You can get as creative as you want but nothing that would be impossible. If the message make's it to the high elven council I will send a PM to them. Try to keep the note alive for as long as possible ))

(( P.S. A few examples I mean are -Sees the hawk flying by and use's it as target practice and see's something fall as the arrow hits and decides to go investigate-   -the message flutters down and _____ picks it up, Seeing who it was addressed to _____ quickly runs along the road to deliver the message))

[VonEbs 1224]

Ebs watches as one of the hawks lands on a gravestone outside Salvus' church. He see that it carries a note, and approaches the noble looking bird. A wretched valah child throws a stone at it, and the predator takes off before Ebs can reach it. Its course is due south, towards Kal'Azgoth.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

The hawk, dazed from its close encounter with the human child that will no doubt grow up to be a fine member of one Orenian military branch or another, veered toward the dwarven lands in its confusion. As the air grew colder it sensed that it may have made a mistake, and this suspicioun was confirmed when it lighted on a dwarven watchtower and had an empty ale mug thrown at it. With an indignant squawk it took off again, making sure to fly high above the settlements of the 'intelligent races' until it came to the warm, shady forest of Leumaelin, which the hawk thought would be a lovely place to rest its wings and put down the paper that its owner had burdened it with for some reason unknown.

 

Settling down upon a convenient railing on one of the tree-platforms, the hawk set about preening its wing feathers, running its beak delicately along each one to ensure their perfection. While almost fully absorbed in the important task of maintaining its personal hygiene, it still kept its hawk-senses alert and did not fail to notice the red-haired elf that approached from a nearby bridge. Being a hawk, it was too proud to care enough to make the distinction between elves, humans, and dwarves, and so expecting something to be thrown at it again. It extended its great wings and took once again to the sky, dropping the letter in the process. The letter did not land on the platform next to the elven woman as might have been hoped, but instead fluttered down to the forest floor, narrowly missing a stream and coming to rest on the grass and gravel path near the tavern.

[Igneberr 46]

Igneberr strolls through the forest carrying supplies for repairs and sees paper falling from above, he goes and picks it up and reads who it is addressed to and puts in his pocket saving it for later to give to them.

[Moot 1719]

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