Quezt
Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 11:04 pm
A body, or rather a mass of flesh, falls from the sky. Its sternum is punctured with arrows, its flesh torn, and its bones broken. The features that can be made out are possible Dwarvern in nature, but the corpse is far to mangled to be certain. Upon further inspection, the tabard of an Alliance guard can be made out underneath the copious amounts of arrow shafts and blood.
A shriek in the sky signals upwards as a looming shadow circles. A large Bird of Prey awaits the return of its prize. Its cries out are long and painful to listen to. Like a blade against stone, it scrapes the back of the mind with a dull feeling. But the feeling that this event was staged arises. Despite the beast's apparent want for the coast to be clear to retrieve its dinner, it does little to see its return. Perhaps it is a gift or maybe a grim message.
Searching the body leaves a lot to be desired. Gore and Blood stain as it gets everywhere. Turning the body over reveals a missive, bound to the broken guard by a now-destroyed arrow. The letter is crumpled, thanks to the long fall. Bloody too, but legible.
But what?
A shriek in the sky signals upwards as a looming shadow circles. A large Bird of Prey awaits the return of its prize. Its cries out are long and painful to listen to. Like a blade against stone, it scrapes the back of the mind with a dull feeling. But the feeling that this event was staged arises. Despite the beast's apparent want for the coast to be clear to retrieve its dinner, it does little to see its return. Perhaps it is a gift or maybe a grim message.
Searching the body leaves a lot to be desired. Gore and Blood stain as it gets everywhere. Turning the body over reveals a missive, bound to the broken guard by a now-destroyed arrow. The letter is crumpled, thanks to the long fall. Bloody too, but legible.
The missive flutters as the condor, Terror, descends to the ground. Looking upon the bird shows its body to be almost, if not more-so, decayed as the corpse of the Alliance member. By all accounts, this bird should not be sitting in front of you, let alone flying. It pecks at the body, ripping pieces of armor to get at the meat inside before idling. You can feel its stare, despite its lack of noticeable eyes. It's waiting for something.To whom it may concern,
I wished my introduction to have more... finesse. However, I feel that its nature will surely leave you, shall we say, stunned? But where are my manners.
My name is Fortuna Quezt of Gilneas. You have already met Terror, my condor. The body before you is one of non-importance, just know him as an "unfortunate passers-by". I have gotten wind of your group through suddenly new whispers in the ranks of our enemies in this abruptly altered world. You do believe in signs, do you not? Well, for me, this is one I do not wish to pass up. I wish to join your band of brothers and sisters. My skills in tracking and assassination are considered some of the best. I was able to find you, after all...
I will leave more 'personable' information for our direct encounter and pray we will find a... beneficial understanding.
Sincerely yours,
Fortuna Quezt
But what?