The occurrences had gotten worse, everywhere the Mayfield family looked, things were destroyed, items missing, and muddy footprints were all over the place of various sizes and degrees.
The Mayfield family was distinguished enough to have enemies, and that is what the head of the family believed. It was just an angered customer; that's all it could be. Despite living in the same realm as fairies, wizards, and all sorts of other non-mortal persons and occurrences there was one thing the Mayfield family didn’t believe in; the supernatural. They couldn't be proven to exist meaning they couldn’t in the families eyes…well… most of the family's eyes.
That’s when the merchant Mayfield determined this crook, this cockeyed bastard could terrorize his family no more. He took to the papers, the streets, the taverns, the monasteries where ever he could describing the events taking place in his home; the unexplained noises that started so quiet and now got louder, the large heavy footsteps in levels no one was in, how his hounds went nuts every night. This unwelcomed crook needed to leave, he was in the Mayfield home now for the gods’ sakes!
Every advert Mayfield took out read the same, everything he said to barkeeps and monks was the same:
! ATTENTION ! The merchant Mayfield of Alliria wishes for a young brave man to assist with removing an unwanted visitor; signs of this visitor include items missing, knocking, wails, quiet chatter, and the utter madness that has consumed the hunting hounds who have yet to find this visitor. Should you be interested, make haste to the Mayfield estate in Alliria, should the visitor be removed you shall be paid most handsomely.
Rangvaldr Tal'deneshaar
(OCC : sorry it's a little short, I'm not always the best at starting the threads)
The Mayfield family was distinguished enough to have enemies, and that is what the head of the family believed. It was just an angered customer; that's all it could be. Despite living in the same realm as fairies, wizards, and all sorts of other non-mortal persons and occurrences there was one thing the Mayfield family didn’t believe in; the supernatural. They couldn't be proven to exist meaning they couldn’t in the families eyes…well… most of the family's eyes.
That’s when the merchant Mayfield determined this crook, this cockeyed bastard could terrorize his family no more. He took to the papers, the streets, the taverns, the monasteries where ever he could describing the events taking place in his home; the unexplained noises that started so quiet and now got louder, the large heavy footsteps in levels no one was in, how his hounds went nuts every night. This unwelcomed crook needed to leave, he was in the Mayfield home now for the gods’ sakes!
Every advert Mayfield took out read the same, everything he said to barkeeps and monks was the same:
! ATTENTION ! The merchant Mayfield of Alliria wishes for a young brave man to assist with removing an unwanted visitor; signs of this visitor include items missing, knocking, wails, quiet chatter, and the utter madness that has consumed the hunting hounds who have yet to find this visitor. Should you be interested, make haste to the Mayfield estate in Alliria, should the visitor be removed you shall be paid most handsomely.
Rangvaldr Tal'deneshaar
(OCC : sorry it's a little short, I'm not always the best at starting the threads)