The following would be pinned to boards near every major thoroughfare in New Town and Old Town, with some even finding their way into the sewers. To the citizens of Regalia, My name is Wilvamair Arnyn. Some of you might know me as just Wil, or Wings, or Bird-man. Many of you may not know of me at all. For those who are unfamiliar, I stand as a Third Sergeant of the Wards of Fae. For centuries our knightly order has been duty-bound to collect artefacts of great power; to be used at such a time when the fate of the world and every living soul within it is threatened. It is because of that mission that I write this message. A mission so lofty has fallen under attack many times, and today it faces a new threat. A threat my brothers and sisters in the order must now face, as our forebears once did. Kaahl Dzekh'aar and their allies will launch an attack on the Regalian Sepulchre, the home of artefacts collected in the city. Undoubtedly the first attack of many to come, and one that will bring with it the leagues of murderers and criminals responsible for countless acts of terror on our city. The Wards of Fae are few in number, here. Too few to hope to repel such an invading force. It is for that reason that I write this announcement. To ask for help. Help from any who would offer themselves toward the preservation of our cause, and the protection of our sacred Sepulchres. Whether it be with sword or with spell, we need your help. It is a heavy thing to ask of strangers and acquaintances, and a service that shall not be forgotten by our order, or by me. Any who wish to pledge themselves to the defence should pen a letter, or seek me out. With hope and faith, Wilvamair Arnyn Third Sergeant of the Wards of Fae
Addressing Wilvamair Arnyn, and the Wards of Fae, You have my blade pledged to your cause. I will fight alongside you for the defense of the Sepulchre. Ser Aleksei Peirgarten Man-at-Arms of the Viridian Order
A Note is left "Tell me when and where knight your order might be filled with disgusting examples of magic but I have a score to settle with the vodials. Also better you lock that abhorrent magic away then let them have it" -Biriqhoteph
Wilvamair, Cadwyn, and your order, We're in. We've kicked Cal's ass before, and we'll gladly do it again. Don't worry about reinforcements, we'll try to get as much help as we can. To your back, Alban and Harlow.@DolittleGuy @Winterless
A Villiers stands at the notice board, leaning on his large shield as he sighs. “So it begins..” he says quietly, before picking up his shield and heading off, double checking the straps on his armor.
A Sihai Bloodcast approached the notice board for the seventh time today, "Anything new? 'Course there is." he looked at the title with a brow raised as he squinted and intensely looked through the characters and words that were written on it, "Hm.. Dzekh'aar again..?" He dug into his coin pouch without a moment's notice and looked at a coin that seemed to have been stabbed with a small blade, producing a gaping hole in it's center and hung it on the nail that held this notice to the board. "You have my sword, Wilvamair." he moved off, his steps was firm as he moved farther and farther as he seemed to be stretching his wrist and shoulder in preparation.
A letter is returned amongst the others. ━━━━━━「₪」━━━━━━ “Find me around Crookback. I wish to speak more on this matter. To a better future, Aerendyl Matron of Wolves Alpha of Lupus Praesidium”
╔═══════♛═══════╗ Two letters are addressed here. "While I know not of your history and your fatale of beyond, I offer my hand in guidance for the support of magical endeavor. For too long have many wished to harm your ranks, while they discern the faith and help of the beyond. Fly high, Sergeant. Your Order far was bashed by undeniable forces that now again crawl from the depths to reap you. In this letter I enclose a chance for my assistance, fear not about who or their names, for they support the ending goal if we come to a conclusion. Connect with me on a later basis in Petalcourt." To you, Puisse Estel guider votre lumière et donner du vent à vos ailes. Mantenette. Another is written in neater pen, signed by a proper title and writing of the Herons at the end. "Although I am unfamiliar with your magicks and your histories, you like the Fae before you are of the Empire, and it is my duty of the Lion Pelt Order to aide and give alms to those who need it. Constitute that you will see me in the frontlines with you, may our strength be greater to fight back this darker power." Verse of Faith, "Colpisci i nostri nemici e libera gli inconsapevoli." Serve well, serve for the good, and above all serve until death do part. Sera Gocciolo of Citta d'Uccelli. Dame-at-Arms of the Lion Pelt Order. ────────────────────────────────────────────────
Another letter, oh boy. _____________________ "Hey buddy, I and a bud of mine got a proposition for you. You think I'm missing this party? Meet me in the library under the Willow at your earliest convenience for a short talk." To kicking sanguine ass, O'Rourke Ulster Former Bloodcast Knight and current badass."
Another letter would be penned to Wilvamair. ----------------------------------- "I, and a few others, will give our aid to you to defend against the Kaahl attacking. We share a common enemy, and any chance to stop them is a chance for us to protect the people of the city and beyond. If you wish to speak to me further, I request we meet atop the mountain overlooking Crookback." To a safer city. (Rather than a signature with the identity of the individual sending the letter, a lightning bolt would appear be drawn in it's place. Additionally, a bronze coin with a symbol of an orchid would be included with the letter.)
Aaaand another one --- "We will fight alongside you, defend you and help those of yours in need. If you wish to speak to me, come find me in Crookback, I'll be around. To the demise of the Khaal, Allison Auclaire Alpha of the Primalists"
Trudging along the road with hands in pockets on his usual business Coren crosses upon the call for aid. His head craned, pulling his hands free to move closer and investigate the writing with a single claw tracing out each word, breathing the vowels in a mutter to himself along the way. Once getting through the bulk of it dropped his hand and stroked his chin, brows furrowing as he contemplated the winged warrior's call. Onwards to Lady Hill he went now with a plan in mind.
Ianthe followed along the streaming river of souls, one careful clawed step pressed over the other until she stood in front of a notice board. Her eyes flickered over the words before it honed in on a particular passage. She soon turned her back away and continued to wander down the street, seeking and following; Now, it was time.
Having the replies read to him, Cadwyn begins writing out one of his own. Albeit in Modern Altalar rather than Common. Hey, thanks Harlow and Alban. That's real nice of you. And to anyone else who can read this, thank you as well. Sincerely, Cadwyn Man-at-Arms of the Wards of Fae@fantuinn @notjayp
A letter would be posted, written out in very very simplistic common. The handwriting was poor, with just enough pressure on the pen to smear the writing ever so slightly. It read as follows. "White Knight. I do not like your stupid rules. I hate Voidling degenerates much more. I will be at your aid. Kuzma"
< - ════════════ - ○-⃤-○ - ════════════ - > A letter would be penned to Wilvamair Arnyn. "Wilvamair Arnyn, I shall aid you in this vicious attack that'll soon happen. I shall bring my sword and shield and fight till the bitter end. I shall show no mercy for these fucking cretins. Signed, Vivienne av Haagensen Commander of the House Peirgarten Guardians of Lorenthaus."
