Upon his return to Greyhawk, Svoldgar made his way to his favorite haunt, the Green Dragon Inn. The usual faces greeted him at the door, and his usual room was cleared out for him to enjoy a night of peace, with a roof over his head for a change.
The next morning, however, there was something out of the ordinary. An expensive packet, of finest quality, had been slid under the door while he slept. The seal was unfamiliar to him, and when he broke it, he found a message for him inside in large, flowing script:
The next morning, however, there was something out of the ordinary. An expensive packet, of finest quality, had been slid under the door while he slept. The seal was unfamiliar to him, and when he broke it, he found a message for him inside in large, flowing script:
Code:
To the emminent warrior,
Blade from the North,
Wielder of Kelretna,
Scourge of the craven,
Svoldgar the Slayer:
Greetings! Even in a city such as the Gem of the Flaeness,
the renown for your inspiration of men in battle precedes
you. As such, it is my pleasure to extend to you an
invitation to enjoy a meal at my table, and discuss the role
of leadership which I hope to offer you in what (I should
humbly suggest) shall be your greatest adventure to date.
As it shall have the greatest reward, so shall it have the
greatest dangers, and you shall return to Greyhwawk to the
greatest acclaim you have known; such is as it should be.
Among the topics of discussion will be the blade, Blackrazor;
I know that you have made subtle inquiries into it's
whereabouts, and I believe that to accept my offer would
present you with an opportunity for its acquisition. The
meeting will be held under the auspices of peace, for the
stakes of this expedition shall be so great, the implications
stretch the length and breadth of the Flaeness. Strange
associations may be made here, for many nations have an
interest in the object of this quest. If you wish to
participate, I encourage you to arrive with an open mind,
and a thirst for adventure.
The meeting will be held on the evening of the 22nd of
Fireseek, at the ancestral manor of my family.
Cordially yours,
Roland Shadowlark
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