Abeam

*A reply is sent, pinned by Pyotr Nicodemus of the Vander Council. "Dylan Messier, we have decided to deny your application."

"Accepted, you'll be told in person about your duties, since you are already at the keep."

Name (Leave IG name as well): Abeam1: Pyotr Nicodemus Race: Human-Heartlander Gender: Male Skills: Kaedrini-Trained, Mining, Stonecarving. Do you meet the criteria to join Hallowvale Contracting?: Yes. Leave an address for a return letter of accepted: Ard Ghorrock ((Also, please message me your skype privately as a way for OOC contact.))

The Posse had been made. Pyotr 'The Junky' Nicodemus, Gavin 'The Adunian' Douglas, Nafis 'The Brown' Yar, Morvan 'The Pagan' Orvar, and Peter 'The Sparrow' Percival. Each had their own special and unique set of skills, each were in the right spot at the right time, and each were hungry for the Hundred Mina bounty. After meeting at the bridge crossing over to the peninsula containing the city of Al'Wakhrah; the party set out, vaguely heading North-Eastward, towards the only noticeable ruins they had any knowledge of. After climbing the mountain forking the road between the Orcish road and the Dwarven, the ruin was confirmed, tucked comfortably onto a small bluff donning the cloudy-topped peak. Peter, the most experienced of the bounty-hunters at the trade, took the lead, arrogantly sprinting his way through the ancient and cracked arches which led deeper into the bowels of the rock, followed behind by the more conservative four. After a period of time, the arches became lit with torches, no doubt the creation of the target, a one 'Crazed Delver', whom apparently could cast the infamous 'Magic Missile' spell, dangerous indeed. Lo' and behold, he showed himself soon after, a nefarious looking figure, cloaking in blue, his face hidden behind a cowl that drooped low, exposing little of the figures appearance. With a fierce-some "MAGIC MIFFLE", the hallway exploded into dust and shrapnel, barely missing Peter in the front, and Pyotr just behind. The dust cleared after a moment, revealing the silhouette and boots of a figure running down the nearby hallway. A chase ensued, broken by another lispy cry of the ferocious "MAGIC MIFFLE", showering the party in another cloud of sooty dust, blinding the heroic adventurers! But it twas to no avail, for the Mage fled once more, attempting not once, but twice to trap the party in lava from the ceiling, along with mysterious lever puzzles.... The party reached the final chamber, after a modicum of confusion and random lever pulling, stopping to admire the beauty of the ancient ruin, only to be surprised by the evil "MAGIC MIFFLE" cry! Only this time, the suicidal creature blasted a pile of explosives, which performed their namesake, deafening the five heroes in their condensed setting. Barely recovering from the ordeal, another explosion occurred, mirroring the first. The smoke settled after time, revealing that the Mage had damaged himself in the violent tremor, he sat, lying against the wall, coughing, though strangely. The robe fell off, tattering to shreds from the force of impact, to reveal two halfings; sitting one on top the other! "We were only protecting the ruin!" They cried in union! "Don't hurt us! We never tried to harm you, only startle and scare!" But twas to no avail! For the heroes sliced on of the dark pair in two, halfling the halfling. With the other being beaten to death with baton and stock, the noble adventurers procured proof of their deed, and headed homeward bound!

Pyotr Nicodemus 'The Traveler', his coinpurse filled with the even 125 mina split agreed upon, heads homeward bound; Kaedren-Way.

8/10 useless flurgh still mad because america is the greatest country on earth

A letter is nailed to the board, it reads, "A contract is to be put forth by a one, Pyotr Nicodemus, on the felling of multiple creatures that the organization known as 'The Malleus Maleficarum', would find under their jurisdiction. A meeting place between a one, Pyotr Nicodemus, and a one, Caspar de Gueux, or one of his assigned agents should be made. Mutual gain can be had between the persons involved, and the world entire." - Pyotr Nicodemus