A peculiar slender figure garbed in ebon robes entered the room. The tattered garments he wore were dusted and dirty, his hood rather
large so that none may see any sign of his face. Upon removal of the hood, a bald head is revealed, extremely pale. Upon further examination, his eyes reveal
no pupils at all; where the pupils should be was white and veined redness. His lips never parted touching, no words were expressed. A simple and respective nod
is given, and from inside the robe he hands a quality parchment, with what appears to be sealed by dried blood. Upon reception of this letter, the man reveals
that his hands bear the markings of the Skull.
The sealed letter is illustrated on the exterior by a wide range of symbols. A jovial mask, a whip, a skull, unbalanced scales, a rock, a broken shield, and a single gold coin ornately decorate the envelope. The parchment reads:
"Divinely gifted brethren,
The words and actions of tonight have produced a much needed culling. There is audience to be had for each and every one of you whom receive this letter, and it would be wise to heed the calling. An odd age of light has overcome the world with this passing of Protectorate law. Long have the armies of lesser renown known and existed freely, but such word and action of tonight threatens the existence of us all.
Little more will be mentioned via letter. The urgency and need of you is great. We must forget our past dealings and improper endings; sacrifice our pride and retain our sanctity. There will be a gathering at the Great Spire of the Skull Thursday evening at 10PM EST. Your attendance is most anticipated, welcomed, and expected for the security of all under our banner.
Should you be unaware of the location - there is no need for worry. Meet at the Tavern of Wrong before the Chantry of Honor born by the Third Dawn.
Yours in blood,
Janus Denweir
Scion of House Denweir
Necromancer, of the Faithful
Cult of Morgaz"
With the conclusion of the reading, the slave bows his head. His hood is pulled up by his pale hand, and his dark staff is clenched once more. A simple exit is made, and a eerie horse screams as the grounds rumbles with its hastening speed.
The sealed letter is illustrated on the exterior by a wide range of symbols. A jovial mask, a whip, a skull, unbalanced scales, a rock, a broken shield, and a single gold coin ornately decorate the envelope. The parchment reads:
"Divinely gifted brethren,
The words and actions of tonight have produced a much needed culling. There is audience to be had for each and every one of you whom receive this letter, and it would be wise to heed the calling. An odd age of light has overcome the world with this passing of Protectorate law. Long have the armies of lesser renown known and existed freely, but such word and action of tonight threatens the existence of us all.
Little more will be mentioned via letter. The urgency and need of you is great. We must forget our past dealings and improper endings; sacrifice our pride and retain our sanctity. There will be a gathering at the Great Spire of the Skull Thursday evening at 10PM EST. Your attendance is most anticipated, welcomed, and expected for the security of all under our banner.
Should you be unaware of the location - there is no need for worry. Meet at the Tavern of Wrong before the Chantry of Honor born by the Third Dawn.
Yours in blood,
Janus Denweir
Scion of House Denweir
Necromancer, of the Faithful
Cult of Morgaz"
With the conclusion of the reading, the slave bows his head. His hood is pulled up by his pale hand, and his dark staff is clenched once more. A simple exit is made, and a eerie horse screams as the grounds rumbles with its hastening speed.
