Cordor, Kohlingen, Kampos, Bendir Dale, Uhm, Wharftown, Skull Crags, all possible roads... Ruathym - Except Wiltun, Caraigh, Barak Runedar (If given permission), Forrstakkr - Howness, Thordstein, Endir's Point, all other possible roads.
Brothers and Sisters of North!
Skjorn called Griffonsoul, son of Skjurn, is calling for your arms and weapons! I am gathering all Northerners - Warriors, smiths, leatherworkers, skalds, and all the others - to join me in my journey to Frozenfar, to establish a new home for us, for true sons and daughters of North! Every single person with our blood will be welcome to join us, to join new tribe of Grey Griffon!
All Hail the Uthgar! All Hail the Tempos! All Hail the Gods of War!
At the end of this parchment is symbol of Grey Griffon, holding axe and shield in its claws.
_________________ Arě'Auvrea'Na - "In the name of Corellon Larethian!" Skjorn - "Blood is the price of Glory"
Freya would stop and stare at the poster's image of the griffon. After a moment, she would take it down and walk off with it, her eyes curiously fixed on the letters.
A red dressed man, his face covered by the hood, passes by the message in bendir Dale. He whispers, in a crackling voice, "Northeners..... would be interesting but.... they will not take me. Life is so sad.......", and walks away.
*a note is scribbled in the margins of the missive left at Kampo's in a spiky hand*
Who let this addlecove near a piece of paper?
Scribbled un der this little piece of scribble in the margins
Look fer me at Kampos cutter we may have somn to yap our bone boxes about. I'm a sodding big half orc at usually wheres spiky darksteel plate armor. On me face is a tatoo of the bleakers. Can't miss me cutter.
Dirgs
_________________ Nothin matters berk. Don't you see? Even so a poor sod shoudn't go hungry
His first visit in Kampos, a red-dressed man approaches the renewed post. He writes something on a parchment and pins it under the post: "Hope your ideas changed along with the message. I will meet you soon in Skull Crags, Northeners".
Notices, which have nothing to do with clan-idea are torn down.
New piece of paper is added to notice:
All those, who are interested in tribe of Grey Griffon, can seek me in Wilderness Camp in Skull Crags.
A new comment on the Kampo's copy in that spiky hand that had defaced it previously. This berk needs a fix, who'd go live in a tent over the wonders of civilisation? Ask fer the red-haired drow, bleaker. You'll find her with the indep recruiters.
_________________
Man, this account is over 10 years old. Where do I get my old man beard?
New piece of parchment appears on every noticeboard near the former notice
All those, who are still interested in joining to tribe of Grey Griffon can freely attend a great meeting hold at (//30th December at 8:30 CET) in Wilderness Camp in Skull Crags! Sons and Daughters of North are welcome.
Skjorn, son of Skjurn
_________________ Arě'Auvrea'Na - "In the name of Corellon Larethian!" Skjorn - "Blood is the price of Glory"
A sign in Bendir Dale was destroyed by what looks to be an axe. If any of the cart drivers are ask they would likely say it was that humongous half orc that everyone calls Dirgs.
_________________ Nothin matters berk. Don't you see? Even so a poor sod shoudn't go hungry
I would like to propose a meeting taking place sometime in the future. There are things we need to discuss. Contact me in Endir's Point, Wharftown or leave a reply here.
Ingrid Haugen ~War-Knight~
_________________ Aoth Nathandem - Wizard of house Tholaunt and chosen of Ma'at.
Frugdar would leave an irrate message in response to Dirg destroying the message, reading:
If you have the courage to face the Terror of the North, go ahead and seek me out in the Skull Crags... Orc.
-Frugdar, Son of Bjorgen
Scribbled underneath this in a careless script
I've been called out then have I? Ye make my day ye savage addle coved sot. I'll scrib ye soon don't ye worry. Just ye keep from ye apple chasin all ye cause it aint happenin. Ye aint the first savage I done scribed won't be the last. My book is far from complete.
Dirgs, formerly ye momma's lova
_________________ Nothin matters berk. Don't you see? Even so a poor sod shoudn't go hungry
Every single parchment, which have nothing to do with Tribe is torn down. All parchments about Tribe renewed.
// Enough of this! Stop posting your stupid OOC provocations! Post it somewhere else, or send it by PM, this applies to Ice, inprison66 and 555444333. Also I want to ask DMs to erase these stupid provocative posts, thank you.
_________________ Arě'Auvrea'Na - "In the name of Corellon Larethian!" Skjorn - "Blood is the price of Glory"
Skjorn, son of Skjurn, I am Jorah. I once left my homelands of the north to journey through the world and learn of it. I would like to join you and make my home amongst you and your people.
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