A knock on the door late one evening, finds a dark shape, covered in filth and smelling as if they haven't bathed in weeks. The traveler has a tired look in his eyes and it is obvious they are uncomfortable being there. The traveler reaches into his cloak and produces a letter. The paper is crumpled and obviously weeks old by the look of dirt and smudge marks about it. 'I was asked to deliver this letter to this location' the traveler says, 'I have been paid in advance to bring it sooner, however I had to spend days in the Swamp of Sorrows, hunted by Alliance patrols using dogs to try to trap me.' He looks down at his feet, then thrusts the letter out. 'Take it, it has caused me more problems than the silver paid to deliver is was worth. I am not a messenger boy, consider the task complete.' He then drops the letter, and rushes off into the distance... The letter is simply addressed to: "The Grim". Opening it finds the following words scrawled out -
Greetings, my name is Felluth and I am a Blood Elf from Eversong Woods. I have spent my childhood wandering the Eastern Kingdoms seeking other brothers and sisters of the horde whom share a common interest in removing the Alliance scum from our lands. There are only two uses for them, as our slaves, or fertilizing our earth with their bones. I heard of your gathering and wished to meet with you to discuss the return of our rule of these lands. I am entrusting this letter to a somewhat less than worthy delivery agent, he is trustworthy enough to deliver it, having been paid, but his stench can be detected miles away. I trust this letter arrives in a timely manner and I await your reply. I can be reached at the Wayfarer's Rest in Silvermoon City.
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Felluth
Moderator: Officers
Re: Felluth
Ruuki had been finishing off the last bit of paperwork when the messenger had shown up. She was mannered enough to not blatantly roll her eyes as the messenger complained about what he had to endure, and when the letter was offered she accepted it and bid him wait. She left him standing in her office doorway while she walked back to her desk.
"I don't care for your whining, so you'd best hold your tongue. You'll be on your way in a moment." She didn't need to look at him to know she'd cut him off at the pass. She sat down, writing out her reply.
"Felluth,
You are correct, though we prefer not to even keep them as slaves. You will find us this Monday evening, at 8 by the Goblin clock, in the Brill Cemetary. In the meantime, avail yourself of our books and learn what it is we ask of our Supplicants.
Don't be late.
-Inquisitor Ruuki the Reborn"
She folded the letter, sealed it, and handed it back to the messenger, along with some gold coin.
"There, take this back to her in Silvermoon City. And for the love of the Earthmother, get a bath."
"I don't care for your whining, so you'd best hold your tongue. You'll be on your way in a moment." She didn't need to look at him to know she'd cut him off at the pass. She sat down, writing out her reply.
"Felluth,
You are correct, though we prefer not to even keep them as slaves. You will find us this Monday evening, at 8 by the Goblin clock, in the Brill Cemetary. In the meantime, avail yourself of our books and learn what it is we ask of our Supplicants.
Don't be late.
-Inquisitor Ruuki the Reborn"
She folded the letter, sealed it, and handed it back to the messenger, along with some gold coin.
"There, take this back to her in Silvermoon City. And for the love of the Earthmother, get a bath."