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<blockquote data-quote="Rhun" data-source="post: 4832991" data-attributes="member: 29098"><p>The door from the street suddenly slams open, and a hush falls over the tavern as all eyes turn to regard the tall form in the doorway. Even the flagons of ale seem to silence themselves. Framed by lamp-lit fog, the form strides into the room, his heavy, booted footfalls and the jingle of coin at his belt breaking the silence. His brightly colored clothes are draped in loose folds about him and his hat hangs askew, hiding his eyes in shadow. Water drips from his hat and clothing and his gaze sweeps the room. Then, without hesitation he walks boldly up to the table where Nebten, Esmeralda, Kyranvik, Kay'el and Sarryx are sitting. He stands proudly before them, his feet wide and his arms folded across his chest.</p><p></p><p>In an accented voice he speaks, his voice loud and rich. <span style="color: chartreuse">"I have been sent to deliver a message. If beings of honor you be, you will come to my master's aid at first light. It is not advisable to travel the Svalich Woods at night."</span> He pulls from his tunic a sealed letter, and drops it on the table. <span style="color: chartreuse">"Take the northwest road from here, some six hours march through the woods. There you will find my master, in the valley of Barovia."</span></p><p></p><p>Amid the continued silent stares of the patronage, the gypsy strides to the bar and eyes the wary barkeep. <span style="color: chartreuse">"Fill their mugs, one and all. Their throats are obviously parched."</span> He drops a purse heavy with coin on the counter, and without another word, strides back out the door into the night.</p><p></p><p>The babble of the taven voices resumes, though somewhat subdued. The letter lies before you. Dated yesterday, the ink is still not dry and the parchment is crisp. The seal is of a crest you don't recognize:</p><p></p><p><a href="http://img81.imageshack.us/i/vonzarovichseal.jpg/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img81.imageshack.us/img81/9135/vonzarovichseal.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /></a></p><p></p><p>[sblock=Credits]</p><p>Credit to Mikes Adamis at <a href="http://www.fraternityofshadows.com/" target="_blank">www.fraternityofshadows.com.</a></p><p>[/sblock]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Rhun, post: 4832991, member: 29098"] The door from the street suddenly slams open, and a hush falls over the tavern as all eyes turn to regard the tall form in the doorway. Even the flagons of ale seem to silence themselves. Framed by lamp-lit fog, the form strides into the room, his heavy, booted footfalls and the jingle of coin at his belt breaking the silence. His brightly colored clothes are draped in loose folds about him and his hat hangs askew, hiding his eyes in shadow. Water drips from his hat and clothing and his gaze sweeps the room. Then, without hesitation he walks boldly up to the table where Nebten, Esmeralda, Kyranvik, Kay'el and Sarryx are sitting. He stands proudly before them, his feet wide and his arms folded across his chest. In an accented voice he speaks, his voice loud and rich. [color=chartreuse]"I have been sent to deliver a message. If beings of honor you be, you will come to my master's aid at first light. It is not advisable to travel the Svalich Woods at night."[/color] He pulls from his tunic a sealed letter, and drops it on the table. [color=chartreuse]"Take the northwest road from here, some six hours march through the woods. There you will find my master, in the valley of Barovia."[/color] Amid the continued silent stares of the patronage, the gypsy strides to the bar and eyes the wary barkeep. [color=chartreuse]"Fill their mugs, one and all. Their throats are obviously parched."[/color] He drops a purse heavy with coin on the counter, and without another word, strides back out the door into the night. The babble of the taven voices resumes, though somewhat subdued. The letter lies before you. Dated yesterday, the ink is still not dry and the parchment is crisp. The seal is of a crest you don't recognize: [URL=http://img81.imageshack.us/i/vonzarovichseal.jpg/][IMG]http://img81.imageshack.us/img81/9135/vonzarovichseal.jpg[/IMG][/URL] [sblock=Credits] Credit to Mikes Adamis at [url=http://www.fraternityofshadows.com/]www.fraternityofshadows.com.[/url] [/sblock] [/QUOTE]
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