Andrew D. Gable
First Post
It is morning at the Kai Monastery. An elder of the order of the Kai, the venerable master Blue Lynx, had called an assembly of new recruits of an acceptable age to begin adventuring. Once all were there, he unfurled a scroll and began to read.
Many young Kai stepped forward, but the first three who answered were the doans Dark Hawk, Silver Wind, and Moon’s Brand.
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It is morning in Holmgard. Morning, and folk begin to amble through the streets, whether to work or market. Even at this early hour, a gaggle of streetchildren ran through an alley, pursued by a shouting guardsmen. The children only stuck their tongues out at him and heaved themselves onto the roofs of sheds, and onto a perilous network of roofs and wooden plank bridges, the Roofways.
The sun began to rise, causing the white spire of the King’s Citadel to shine brilliantly, almost unbearably. But Jesabela noticed none of that as she ambled downstairs to eat an early morning breakfast. When she did, the innkeeper beckoned to her and slid a scroll across the bar towards her. She unfurled it as she waited for her meal.
It is morning in the Durncrags. The dwarf Hoagar rose, and by routine began polishing his Bor-musket as he ate his breakfast. A few moments later, a Sommlending ranger entered and tossed him a scroll. He unfurled it and read while he ate.
"So, there you have it, lads," old Blue Lynx said. "No less than a summons from King Ulnar himself. I ask one question, and one only – which of you will accept the King’s commission?"A situation has developed, one for which we would find it most acceptable if you could send no less than three recruits. It is quite a simple matter, we assure you, but one which would rest easier on our brow if we knew that it was being handled by warriors of your Order.
His Majesty
Golden Lord of Sommerlund
King Ulnar IV
Many young Kai stepped forward, but the first three who answered were the doans Dark Hawk, Silver Wind, and Moon’s Brand.
*****
It is morning in Holmgard. Morning, and folk begin to amble through the streets, whether to work or market. Even at this early hour, a gaggle of streetchildren ran through an alley, pursued by a shouting guardsmen. The children only stuck their tongues out at him and heaved themselves onto the roofs of sheds, and onto a perilous network of roofs and wooden plank bridges, the Roofways.
The sun began to rise, causing the white spire of the King’s Citadel to shine brilliantly, almost unbearably. But Jesabela noticed none of that as she ambled downstairs to eat an early morning breakfast. When she did, the innkeeper beckoned to her and slid a scroll across the bar towards her. She unfurled it as she waited for her meal.
*****We would summon you to our court today to partake of an adventure. A mission for which we have recruited others. We are well aware of your past and history, but are also aware of your surpassing familiarity with an area that will be required.
His Majesty
Golden Lord of Sommerlund
King Ulnar IV
It is morning in the Durncrags. The dwarf Hoagar rose, and by routine began polishing his Bor-musket as he ate his breakfast. A few moments later, a Sommlending ranger entered and tossed him a scroll. He unfurled it and read while he ate.
We would appreciate your compliance with a request we have. A situation has arisen, and we feel that one of your talents would be an integral part of the mission. We would request your presence at court this day.
His Majesty
Golden Lord of Sommerlund
King Ulnar IV
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