Cat Evocation

​Vaclav nods to himself, less competition for his Christmas wish... "Oh wait I'm suppose to be dead." He sighs.

5/10

Merit sits at a desk, sorting through many letters that were collected along with a will that sits to his left, he stamps each one with a wax seal of his family, the pascal crest, and then begins to count out coin into many different coin purses. He sends them out by messenger, along with coin purses with almost each letter.. ((Please, only read the letter that is sent to you. If you didn't receive a letter, don't really bother with reading or posting.)) ​ You receive a letter sealed with a waxy seal, the stamp of the Pascal Crest on the seal, along with a coin purse. The messenger nods to you and leaves. You split open your letter, and begin to read... To my brother, Daress Pascal: To my best friend, Tavon: To my close friend, Farley Stafyr: To Thomas Silverblade/Greymane, if you are still alive: To my close friend, Edric "Duck" Altraza: To my close friend, Bone "Chirr": To my close friend, Alexander Valois: To "Kaldo" : To the Princess, Titania: To the Amadors: To my best friend, Mark((Oblivionsbane)): To my closest brother in arms, and friend for many years, Codrik Green: To my close friend, Daniel Kamura: To my close friend, Crowley:

Vaclav takes credit for designing the guard uniform which was used for the Oren Army.

A hooded merc walks by the bidding area, seeing the poorly written note on top of his for one mina more. He grumbles, pinning a new note over it. "Ten Thousand Two Hundred Minas."

*A note is pinned over the group of notes, it has a blood colored crow stamp on it.* "Ten Thousand Minas"

BANNED FOR LIEING!

Banned for sinking his own island and then bringing it back because he didn't know what to do.

I still don't understand lockpick removal, and I personally am not happy with it's removal.

Merit looks around before he scribbles something onto the parchment, not writing his name next to what he wrote. "I want a new Harpoon to 'Whale' with." Is not on the triple naughty list or anything.

​"This horse looks worth more around five hundred, you sell too high, crazy people."

"Mercenary work gets plenty of Coin, mate, join a sell-sword guild." Merit says as he passes by the jobless elf.

Amazing job, it looks quite fine. My only hope is that no one starts becoming a Dovakin and knows Magic Alchemy Enchanting Swords Blacksmithing Crafting and being a Thief.

*Posters are put up all about Anthos, mostly near Wood Mills.* "Buying a whole large cart of Spruce Logs! Name your price under the poster!" ((A whole double chest full.))