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Dear Ryu, I will be in the Crossroads Tavern tonight; I hope that I do not miss you. Until next our paths cross. H

Waterdeep has seen a sudden influx of beraggled and battered travelers - refugees, some are calling them! - from the east central region of Faerun. Some seem to working towards setting up a permanent residence, while others seem to be packing up for an elongated stay ... and one group was seeing...

Harskos steps up to the Corkboard, adorned in a black flowing silk gown, a string of oddly colored pearls strung around her neck. Taking a pen from seemingly nowhere, she chews on the tip thoughtfully before beginning to write. My Dear Ryu, You bring glad tidings to my eyes, ears, and heart; I...

Lord Galdor - I appreciate your offer. However, I relish my limited years, and would not trade it for an extended existence for all of the treasures in all of the cosmos. I have seen many an elf who do not do full justice to their life's experiences because they live for so long; it is these...

Later that afternoon, Harskos wandered up to the Corkboard, read the latest note, and quickly penned a less-than-tidy reply. I shall be waiting for you tonight, then, at the Crossroads Tavern. Tonight I shall prove the innocence of my love, Ryu Shadowstep. She pinnned the note to the Corkboard...

Harskos wandered upon the latest message left by this servant of Bahamut; she had traded out the brighter colors of her wardrobe for one of black, and mourning. The eyes through her mask seemed bloodshot, most likely from deprivation of sleep. Lord Gaberal, Knight-Commander: I have seen the...

After having been vacated from Oerth for some time, the woman known as Harskos found herself perusing the Corkboards again. She read the latest message, and her pearl mask curved into a frown, then into a snarl, and then finally, a gasp escaped her lips. With a shaking hand, she penned a...

Mm. That was fabulous. Brings back fond memories of newbiedom; yes, I'm sure that's not a word but ... :p Many thanks, Tharivious.

In the words of an often annoying song: "Don't worry - Be Happy!" :lol:

Oooh ... That would be fun. Heh, it would also require a healthy amount of creativity and foresight, too, methinks. Or maybe that's just academia brain-dead me ... don't let those smiling professors trick you - they're really mind flayers! :eek: I'm for this kind of event. :)

Harskos moves up to the boards, and scans the Corkboard for new messages. After a time, she reads Ryu's homecoming response, and pens a quick reply. My heart exceedingly goes into leaps and bounds to hear that you have returned, and safely. I hope to see you soon. I would warn you, dear Ryu...

The woman known as Harskos approached the Corkboard, and idly searched through the messages. The eyes behind her pearl mask piqued in interest as she saw a note, with her name written on it, penned by a man bearing the same name as the one she had spent the night with not so long ago. Calmly...