Caldwenst
Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2018 5:38 am
In a cabin of a large ship drifting somewhere between Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdoms, a lone Undead dressed as a fisherman sits in a corner lit by a small flickering candle. There is a slight sound of scratching as he dunks his boney finger into an inkwell and scrawls his words onto a paper
Greetings,
I have been travelling for some time now. You do not know me but I have heard of you. I am Caldwenst, an unimportant player in the grand workings of this world. In my travels I have heard rumors of your group, and it seems fitting. I believe my talents would be very useful to your organization. I am skilled in the arts of stealth, poison, and assassination. I have been the centerfold of espionage that has destroyed Barons and Magisters, I have killed nobles while their faithful protectors stand watch at the door, both before and after my death. I am not a man of many words. If you have any questions, I will be at the Inn at Orgrimmar's Valley of Honor at the peak of each full moon. Because I have no place to send this letter I will leave it with Gravy, He has been told to give it to the first person who wears the colors of your group. I pray this letter reaches you.
Yours,
Caldwenst
As the writing ends, he gazes up and sees a group of men saunter towards him. He rolls up the note and slides it between his ribs, pulls a very generic looking dagger from his shirt, and allows a small grin to form on his gaunt face.
Greetings,
I have been travelling for some time now. You do not know me but I have heard of you. I am Caldwenst, an unimportant player in the grand workings of this world. In my travels I have heard rumors of your group, and it seems fitting. I believe my talents would be very useful to your organization. I am skilled in the arts of stealth, poison, and assassination. I have been the centerfold of espionage that has destroyed Barons and Magisters, I have killed nobles while their faithful protectors stand watch at the door, both before and after my death. I am not a man of many words. If you have any questions, I will be at the Inn at Orgrimmar's Valley of Honor at the peak of each full moon. Because I have no place to send this letter I will leave it with Gravy, He has been told to give it to the first person who wears the colors of your group. I pray this letter reaches you.
Yours,
Caldwenst
As the writing ends, he gazes up and sees a group of men saunter towards him. He rolls up the note and slides it between his ribs, pulls a very generic looking dagger from his shirt, and allows a small grin to form on his gaunt face.