Alliria - Center Commons
Early Evening
Dear Travelers -
The Lady Mirlorne seeks the aid of a skilled Mage or Sorcerer who is knowledgeable in most unusual magics. Students and the untested need not apply - this mission requires high expertise and finesse. Applicants should be able and ready to travel for several months or longer, until the completion of the mission. Your lodgings, food, and supply will be taken care of and your reward will be great.
Interested individuals who can meet these requirements please seek out Archivist Faust at the Allirian Library to apply.
The Notice had hung on the community message board for nearly two weeks now. Several applicants had come ... and gone, none fitting of the manner for which Lady Mirlorne required of the mission. Until one such day a man by the name of Maleagant came to call. Suddenly, the post was gone. Now, three days later, he was asked to ready himself for departure and await the arrival of Lady Mirlorne and her retinue in the Commons. He did not have to wait long.
She arrived astride a simple brown horse with simple tack and strappings. A grey traveling cloak covered her figure, and nothing remarkable about her attire spoke to her Ladyship or her ability to invest such fortunes into her mission. Even her retinue appeared as simple guards wearing simple armor. Their mounts were of average size and appearance. All told, the group called very little attention to itself and that was exactly what they meant for.
The woman rode into the Commons circle, guiding her horse quietly through the thinning crowds of travelers, shoppers, workers, and residents. There toward the center she came to a stop and calmly looked around from within her hood.
"Ah," said the Archivist from where he stood by Maleagant's side, "the Lady has arrived. Come." Faust lifted a hand to wave to her and lead their Mage over, greeting her with a bow, "My Lady, it is a pleasure to see you again. Might I present your requested Mage, Maleagant."
From within the shadow of her hood, vibrant green eyes drifted from Archivist to Mage, a sullen expression settling upon him, "You are most anticipated, good Mage. Have you a horse? We leave at once."
Early Evening
Dear Travelers -
The Lady Mirlorne seeks the aid of a skilled Mage or Sorcerer who is knowledgeable in most unusual magics. Students and the untested need not apply - this mission requires high expertise and finesse. Applicants should be able and ready to travel for several months or longer, until the completion of the mission. Your lodgings, food, and supply will be taken care of and your reward will be great.
Interested individuals who can meet these requirements please seek out Archivist Faust at the Allirian Library to apply.
The Notice had hung on the community message board for nearly two weeks now. Several applicants had come ... and gone, none fitting of the manner for which Lady Mirlorne required of the mission. Until one such day a man by the name of Maleagant came to call. Suddenly, the post was gone. Now, three days later, he was asked to ready himself for departure and await the arrival of Lady Mirlorne and her retinue in the Commons. He did not have to wait long.
She arrived astride a simple brown horse with simple tack and strappings. A grey traveling cloak covered her figure, and nothing remarkable about her attire spoke to her Ladyship or her ability to invest such fortunes into her mission. Even her retinue appeared as simple guards wearing simple armor. Their mounts were of average size and appearance. All told, the group called very little attention to itself and that was exactly what they meant for.
The woman rode into the Commons circle, guiding her horse quietly through the thinning crowds of travelers, shoppers, workers, and residents. There toward the center she came to a stop and calmly looked around from within her hood.
"Ah," said the Archivist from where he stood by Maleagant's side, "the Lady has arrived. Come." Faust lifted a hand to wave to her and lead their Mage over, greeting her with a bow, "My Lady, it is a pleasure to see you again. Might I present your requested Mage, Maleagant."
From within the shadow of her hood, vibrant green eyes drifted from Archivist to Mage, a sullen expression settling upon him, "You are most anticipated, good Mage. Have you a horse? We leave at once."
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