Roguechaotic

Ser Wyn who bears tattoos upon his chest, arms, AND legs does promptly shake his head at the missive as he called out to one of his guild members "So what will they ban next, they sure do love control".

Wyn simply raises a glass, seems his family continued to dwindle...yet in their final moments did they always shine so bright.

Wyn looks over the paper scratching his chin "Jeez...so many generations I've lost count of how many greats are in front of grandfather now...or who is what child of who" he sighs with a smile "Atleast the bloodlines still going strong regardless"

A certain four-eyed fiend cackles within the halls of forgotten ruins. "Lies here, Heretics there, they can't ever truly follow their own beliefs...it's hilarious" and thus the devil tossed the stolen parchment into a pile full of others scattered pieces.

OOC: MC Name:RogueChaotic Discord: rccola25 IC: Name: Ser Wyn Larue Age: 78 Information about yourself: Guild Leader, Hyspian Knight, fought an array of beasts (will list if asked), known monster hunter, specialized in hand to hand and greatsword useage.

Full name: Wyn Larue Age: 90 Prior experience: Bag Mimic (Balian - Almaris) Bull fighting (Hyspia - Almaris) Monstrouity Alligator (Hypsia - Almaris) Alpha Mountain Lizard (Cavern) Karkossa Weaver (Swamp - Weaver Nest) Karkossa Weaver Queen (Swamp - Weaver Nest) Man Eater Plant (Roadside - Dark Forest) Man Eater Plant [Evolved] (Dark Forest) Inferi Soldiers (Haense Invasion - Almaris) Ancient Golem (Ancient Mine Shaft) Training Hyspian Knight Active Monster Hunter Method of Contact: Discord - rccola25 In-game - RogueChaotic

Wyn slumps down in his chair at the news rolling a marble in his hands as he pondered it all. "Fly high little star...you did the world so proud..." procceding to throw the marble across the room before resting his head in his hands. "More reasons to hate the dark..."

Wyn simply kicks his feet up with a cigar in his lips at his desk waiting any who deemed themselves fit for such a life as those in his company lived. "Let's so who wants to paint their story a grander one"

Upon reading the missive, one Wyn Larue would be making his way to Minitz, whoever many seekers in tow "The wicked will always attempt to drag all they can down with them..."

Wyn only sighs at the missive before dipping his finger in ink and dragging a x across another face on a photo. Once more did another friendly face from simpler days drop from the world. There after raising a glass to them by himself, as he did every other time. "Rest easy now Ami"

"We don't exactly make money but we help people who need help adventuring and get a share of anything found...also thank you dear Spuds."

"Would someone hurry up and finish our damn poster, other guilds keep popping up and we can't be losing business" Wyn says as props up the Skull of the Forest Beast in the guild hall.

Wyn downed whatever drink he had for the evening, reading the declaration. "Well...glad I approved of the boy" as he then got up and began off to Balian "But now I've a need to dirty my hands"

Name: Wyn Larian Age: 50 Race: Elf Nation: None