A Delver Stops To Take A Breath

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Art rubs his temples, shutting his eyes, he sits hunched over his desk with an empty parchment. He sighs, proceeding to take the quill, tapping it on his lip before writing.

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"To all men and woman of the Arcane Delvers, of the last elven week, with the absence of the Mindlord and the political ride involving the magestate has been rocky at best.

Firstly, a congratulations to all of you who have stuck with us from beggining to end. Through every ruin, monster and alchemical experiment gone wrong, your loyalty makes me proud to call myself a member of this guild.

Secondly, look forward, that would be self-explanatory, things seem to be finally looking up for us all.

 

And now to the point of this letter. I have realized that throughout my elven year in Ac'talareh, I've heard many opinions but never asked for them.

I am blunt, if you've ever had an issue with the Delver guild, the Regents, the council, anything, especially and namely /me/, speak up now.

I am, for lack of a better word, a hardass to many of you, but even the most stubborn are willing to listen to the words of the masses.

 

Tayna Maehr'ohn, and happy Delving

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The note is posted right beside the front gate of Ac'talarah, leaving plenty of room for writing underneath.

[MetaSolaray 242]

A quick note is left behind for all to see, "Stop getting attacked, saving your life ought to pay more."

 

The note is signed with a bow and arrow being carried by a Raven, followed very quickly with a sun burning both up. 

PS: " Thanks for the land."

[Old-Rattlesnake 1534]

Some text has been magically imprinted upon the note:

 

[Samson Option 9652]

The Desperado writes:

 

"You'd think that if Iblees was imprisoned in Aegis, then I might have stayed imprisoned in the Adunian dungeons, but I am free as can be, this must make me superior to a Daemon. Likewise, I'd thought I'd donate for every Delver killed or maimed, let the iron fill your coffers O' Magi-collective."