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

Wyn Shakes his head hearing about how his grand son got made a snack of by a shark for a moment, disappointed but knew he'd have to speed up the training now...the boy was growing into a man all too fast

Wyn smiles at the missive giving a sigh of relief as he looks down to his leg, the woven silk still clinging to it for the healing process. "The first of many dungeons and the like to be conquered in the land..." as he prepared for the victory meeting.

Wyn smiles at the fact- despite the adventureing efforts of others this missive fell short of other places, aswell as the fact there were in total at least four of the same door scattered across the land. Maybe he should seek out Friar Josef...

Wyn sighs as his grand child is already getting to big for her dresses and she's only six.

Wyn would end up spreading the news of the swamp to the rest of his guild, it was time they saddled up for their first proper expedition after being formed.

Wyn scratches his head remembering the day as he blew fire at said individual who assaulted sofia's brother. Oh how time had flew...

Wyn Larian begins gathering up a few things, it's only fitting to have gifts ready for his now two grand childern.

Wyn Larian would be collecting up his armaments in preparation. "Seen the eye before...now its time we met the full thing"

A certain Harbinger laughs as he believes a visit is in order to Hyspia...

Wyn would begin to pack his bags from his home in hyspia...once the news had reached him, it was proven to both himself and the world that he had grown lackluster in his efforts the past years, and so with the fall of the one who knighted him did he too leave hyspia. For he had failed...