AMIA ARCHIVE • View topic - (Surface) HoA Extends a Helping Hand to Guldorand

*A rather surprising notice is placed in various cities around the isle.*

The geographically secluded township of Guldorand has suffered many hardships in past years and fairly recently. Although the majority of the town has recovered from their most recent avalanche, the city is still fairly littered with scattered stones, debris and its people still fear attacks from the creatures that roam the mountains of the Crags.

We, the Horsemen of Apocalypse, wish to extend a hand to assist them in the removal of said litter as well as offer them funding to assist in the building of new living establishment to better accommodate its people. We shall also offer to them our personal protection to ensure their safety. However, before we speak with the inhabitants on this matter, we must first determine if we would be able to get the support we need in order to achieve this goal.

The Horsemen of Apocalypse shall be in need of lumberjacks, carpenters and building materials in order to commence in the renewal of Guldorand. Anyone with such skills or ties to someone who could be of assistance would be a welcomed asset.

Our goal is to put together a team of individuals for this project to ensure swift completion. Any interested in assisting need only send word to me personally. Speedy’s messengers are eagerly awaiting your replies.

Sincerely and Respectfully

Lt. General Andras “War” Shai’tan
Horsemen of Apocalypse

Daos, recently dividing his time between the Monastery, Cordor and Guldorand, blinks a couple of times when he sees the notice.

The cursed dragon reads it once, twice, thrice... his eyes change from sky blue, to pink, to iridescent, to silver... it covers a lot of ranges of light colors in mere seconds.

Greedy, are we not? He thinks, frowning, when he is done reading. Couldn't put your hands on the place by force and now will try to buy them? I will be watching you.

Willow spots on that made it's way to Bendir Dale. She reads it and shakes her head.

Boy, they really fear the wrath of the Caravan, don't they? Pretending to be decent people... pfft... we all know they're scum bags.

She crumbles the paper and tosses it in the trash.

What a waste of paper...

"...The guy's nickname is 'War'."

*Posted in and around Guldorand, another sent to the castle upon the moutain top*

The Guldorand Lumber Company and all partners humbly request that the Horsemen of the Apocalypse do not
invoice any open donations or planning to the village of Guldorand without both a Guldorandi and Amian Trade Federation approval.
However, the Horsemen of the Apocalypse, and all other national clients are free to any highly liquid asset donations to
aid with the further fortifications. i.e. Cordorian Crown, gold standard, silver standard, mythril standard, etc.
To further proceed with a donation, please contact Mynna, Foreman Fhard, or request a Trade Federation partner to establish the same request.

Mynna, Guldorand Lumber Company Representative (1372). Guldorandi Public Memo.
In Firm's Public Affairs Guldorand: Guldorand Lumber Company.

*Andras arches a slender brow as he reads the document sent to castle. He signs softly as he shakes his head*

“. . . I thought I had clearly stated that no plans would be considered unless proper support could be gathered. Nevertheless, I have not heard from anyone as of yet so it would appear the people of the isle might be less the willing to assist with such an endeavor . . . pity really.” He says as he makes his way inside and down the stone halls of Armageddon and to his office.

Hrm, I suppose I shall set up a time to make contact with this Mynna individual soon. I would imagine most have the wrong interpretation of our little organization. No doubt due to the unruly actions of a few of our members. Yet another thing I must see to. Perhaps a bit of enlightening to the public is in order.

*He takes a seat as his desks and begins to write a letter. His expression shows complete and utter determination*

Calin shakes his head at the note.

"Pretenious bastard naming himself "War". Only Tempus is War, no mortal can claim the title rightfully. But he makes a good point. This town holds near a portal which borders with the Muhlrondi presence. I shall go make sure this place holds firm, if not lend aid I can myself."

*A Duergar bursts out laughing as he comes across one of the notes*

"Aye..." *he wipes off the tears with his glove*

"Tis be truly 'ow me imagines tha Apoc'lypse... sum hobnailed thugs tryin' ta buil' sum lodges."

*bursts out laughing again*

"Awww... me needs sum ale befo' me laughs me head off!"

*Two figures garbed in shades of brown, pale grey and white to blend into the icy landscape, spot the notice. One makes a pensive sound. On her diminutive shoulder a huge emerald tinged hawk takes wing as she fades back into the sparse woods around the area with a single thought.*

~This bears looking into. Where will they seek the wood for this? There was a claim made before to fell trees in the forest of Amia. Yes....this must be watched over carefully.~

*Nearby, a much larger man with tri-colored eyes awaited her alongside a large, aged wolf bearing jade fur. The four companions stepped into the forest and vanished from the sight of even the keenest eyes. Alahn shared the worries of the tiny woman who spoke with him*

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*the blue tinged young woman smiled cheerfully to all as she passed before pausing and reading the notice. She wrote a copy of it in a flourishing Elvish script before picking up a package from the town and then taking the carts home.* Isn't that nice Mira? The men want to help out here! Let's go tell your father right away. I'm certain that he'll be as pleased to hear about some people doing good today! *the baby in the bunting made gurgling sounds of happiness while pumping chubby fists in the air.*

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*the town likely didn't see the heavily wrapped figure with copper skin that darted through stealthily....but they might have spoken later of a presence that fled by them cursing vocally about the cold before laughing in the area of the notice and vanishing into the frigid breeze*

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*Kratose reminisces*

If only they had listened to us back then...ahh well

[i] Bloody Copycats! [/] Vaylek exclaims.

*Pylithien crosses out Apocalypse and replaces it with the word "ass" whenever she sees one of these signs*

// Guys, it's an old post. Check the post date. PRetty sure the fliers are gone by now.

(Surface) HoA Extends a Helping Hand to Guldorand

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