Just_Ice
2011-09-09, 05:54 PM
Globs of sweat run down your brow as you complete your last branch-hanging crunch, and you practically slump off of the smooth red maple in exhaustion. For a style that touts the motto of "Ingenuity over force", it certainly has a demanding regimen. Wiping yourself down a bit, you make to go for a wash in the Grand River, but you are interrupted by the faintest sound of rustling.
You turn to face it, fists drawn. You can't imagine how anyone would be able to single you out, but that's how it was when your master had been kidnapped by the X. You are confident in your stance, but hope it is unnecessary.
As it turns out, it is. Given the complete lack of any visitors in the past few weeks, you'd feared the worst. Instead, you are greeted by the graceful Orcish runner, Konwatsi'tsiaienni of the Attawandaron tribe. She mutters something in a language that is definitely neither Common nor Dwarven before handing you a parcel.
You do not delay on opening the message- there is no one watching you. Pax Acer has finally sent you instructions, and they're even fancier than usual. The embroidered paper and wax seal definitely add some officialism to your summons, but you secretly wonder if a plain letter would be more secretive. As it stands, Attawandaron runners are about as reliable as they come- a honourable race, to be certain.
In fact, it's striking to you that the message is unciphered; you'd become so accustomed to troublesome letters that you memorized the key after you'd nearly lost it in the river. Breathing a sigh of relief, you inspect the missive carefully.
"Vagabond,", it begins. That's you, by the way- or at least, the name you go by in the organization. Usually they just write "Agent V" or even just "V", so you can tell that they mean business.
"Two points of business. First, Pax Acer hath securid the funding of the Lord of Trafalgar- thou art officiallie into service of The Crowne, now. Be that as it maye, however, thou aren't authorizede to make public this facte, unless situ. calleth apon its neede. Enclosed art thy officialle seal, and thy magicked contract."
You find a small royal crest of bronze inside, engraved with the outcropping of a shield, a maple leaf and a stylized "T". There is also a parchment still hidden in the parcel- it is made from the pulp of sacred wood, and acts as a medium for passing thoughts through writing. Behind that is a curious silver coin marked with the likeness of a clover. Something about it strikes you as suspicious. You continue reading your missive.
"Lastly, we hath received word of sightings that may be relatid to the X. Three art they; in ordered Chronologiecal to the most late:
-Clifton-Drummondale (Freebuary)
-Goderich (March)
-Windsea (April) ASSIGNEDE TO AGENT F.
although they are but unconfirmid reportes, this coulde be the highest activity of the X. in nearly a decade. Our firste agent is already en route to his destin. but you can have your pick of the remanening two. Mark thy destin. upon thy magicked papers and we shalt accomidate. Touch base with our informynt there. thy word is "crabgrass".
X. is watching. Stay Vigilant, Ex Acer Virtuous.
-B.
P.S. Finally, to account for Agent F.'s first pick of destin., we will awarde you with this treasure, the coin of clovers. When you flip it, those around you shalt finde missfortune. Use it with wisdome."
You turn to face it, fists drawn. You can't imagine how anyone would be able to single you out, but that's how it was when your master had been kidnapped by the X. You are confident in your stance, but hope it is unnecessary.
As it turns out, it is. Given the complete lack of any visitors in the past few weeks, you'd feared the worst. Instead, you are greeted by the graceful Orcish runner, Konwatsi'tsiaienni of the Attawandaron tribe. She mutters something in a language that is definitely neither Common nor Dwarven before handing you a parcel.
You do not delay on opening the message- there is no one watching you. Pax Acer has finally sent you instructions, and they're even fancier than usual. The embroidered paper and wax seal definitely add some officialism to your summons, but you secretly wonder if a plain letter would be more secretive. As it stands, Attawandaron runners are about as reliable as they come- a honourable race, to be certain.
In fact, it's striking to you that the message is unciphered; you'd become so accustomed to troublesome letters that you memorized the key after you'd nearly lost it in the river. Breathing a sigh of relief, you inspect the missive carefully.
"Vagabond,", it begins. That's you, by the way- or at least, the name you go by in the organization. Usually they just write "Agent V" or even just "V", so you can tell that they mean business.
"Two points of business. First, Pax Acer hath securid the funding of the Lord of Trafalgar- thou art officiallie into service of The Crowne, now. Be that as it maye, however, thou aren't authorizede to make public this facte, unless situ. calleth apon its neede. Enclosed art thy officialle seal, and thy magicked contract."
You find a small royal crest of bronze inside, engraved with the outcropping of a shield, a maple leaf and a stylized "T". There is also a parchment still hidden in the parcel- it is made from the pulp of sacred wood, and acts as a medium for passing thoughts through writing. Behind that is a curious silver coin marked with the likeness of a clover. Something about it strikes you as suspicious. You continue reading your missive.
"Lastly, we hath received word of sightings that may be relatid to the X. Three art they; in ordered Chronologiecal to the most late:
-Clifton-Drummondale (Freebuary)
-Goderich (March)
-Windsea (April) ASSIGNEDE TO AGENT F.
although they are but unconfirmid reportes, this coulde be the highest activity of the X. in nearly a decade. Our firste agent is already en route to his destin. but you can have your pick of the remanening two. Mark thy destin. upon thy magicked papers and we shalt accomidate. Touch base with our informynt there. thy word is "crabgrass".
X. is watching. Stay Vigilant, Ex Acer Virtuous.
-B.
P.S. Finally, to account for Agent F.'s first pick of destin., we will awarde you with this treasure, the coin of clovers. When you flip it, those around you shalt finde missfortune. Use it with wisdome."