Post by Raiku on Feb 25, 2009 12:45:13 GMT -8
A soft drizzle coated the ground with droplets of dew. It was a rare occurrence, rain didn't often find itself falling in the meadows of Westfall.
Along a lonely road, lay a caravan. Empty chests and debris littered the ground around it, as the vehicle itself burned. There were several bodies seemingly tossed aside, throats cut.
It didn't take long for the scene to be discovered, and then relayed to the authorities of the People's Militia in Sentinel Hill. Gryan Stoutmantle, the leader of The People's Militia, was charged with watching over the land, and the events of late put a heavy burden on his heart. Bandits from seemingly all directions were pillaging merchant ships and caravans. Leaving the people dead, dying, or worse.
Stoutmantle himself could do very little, his duty didn't include hunting down the murderers as much as it had to do with him stopping what he could before it happened. His petitions to the Stormwind military, the most powerful military force in the world, often fell upon deaf ears. And this murder was just one more on the list that had been growing for several years.
Not expecting anything to come of it, Stoutmantle put a sign outside of the inn, saying:
WANTED:
Any information on the Defias Brotherhood. It's leaders, base of operations, member information.
Will be compensated for with all the silver we have to spare.
He returned to his outpost, leaning against the stone. With a sigh, he continued staring out into the sky, hoping for some kind of miracle.
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Fado rode through Sentinel Hill, stopping at the inn for a quick drink and a short nap. He leapt off his horse as best he could with the plate armor he bore. It was a loyal steed, and would stay until called for. Paladins had a certain charisma about them, and Fado's horse had a great respect for him.
He took a step in the inn, before walking backwards out of it to take a look at the sign that caught his attention.
"Well now...That's interesting." He said, throwing a quick glance to his horse. Almost as if to see if it would respond.
Along a lonely road, lay a caravan. Empty chests and debris littered the ground around it, as the vehicle itself burned. There were several bodies seemingly tossed aside, throats cut.
It didn't take long for the scene to be discovered, and then relayed to the authorities of the People's Militia in Sentinel Hill. Gryan Stoutmantle, the leader of The People's Militia, was charged with watching over the land, and the events of late put a heavy burden on his heart. Bandits from seemingly all directions were pillaging merchant ships and caravans. Leaving the people dead, dying, or worse.
Stoutmantle himself could do very little, his duty didn't include hunting down the murderers as much as it had to do with him stopping what he could before it happened. His petitions to the Stormwind military, the most powerful military force in the world, often fell upon deaf ears. And this murder was just one more on the list that had been growing for several years.
Not expecting anything to come of it, Stoutmantle put a sign outside of the inn, saying:
WANTED:
Any information on the Defias Brotherhood. It's leaders, base of operations, member information.
Will be compensated for with all the silver we have to spare.
He returned to his outpost, leaning against the stone. With a sigh, he continued staring out into the sky, hoping for some kind of miracle.
***********************************************
Fado rode through Sentinel Hill, stopping at the inn for a quick drink and a short nap. He leapt off his horse as best he could with the plate armor he bore. It was a loyal steed, and would stay until called for. Paladins had a certain charisma about them, and Fado's horse had a great respect for him.
He took a step in the inn, before walking backwards out of it to take a look at the sign that caught his attention.
"Well now...That's interesting." He said, throwing a quick glance to his horse. Almost as if to see if it would respond.