Aelendil
02-12-2006, 05:14 PM
"The Greyward, eh?"
Aelendil grinned and spread his hands wide. "Humbly at the service of the larger part of Azeroth...For a fee, of course."
The man leaning against the wall snorted, amused. He continued to study the stack of parchments in his hands, a grey brow raised, as the young priest stood by patiently in the alleyway.
"So.. let me see if I understand this: You want me to run something of an.. ad-campaign.. for you?" The elf nodded, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. "..What's in it for me, Silversong?"
The ring of coin on the cobblestones and a flash of very white teeth in the dark elicited a chuckle from the aging rogue.
"Fair enough. You want it all? Commoners, merchants, clergy, military...?"
"All of it, friend. Pass it along to your contacts in the Horde as well." Several more coins hit the ground.
The human eyed Aelendil askance a moment before bursting out into boisterous laughter and thrusting a hand out toward the dark-skinned priest, readily accepted.
"Consider the Greyward in business."
~~~
Across the face of Azeroth, the name was being spoken with any mixture of fear, respect, annoyance, amusement, disbelief; The Greyward.
In the back of the seediest taverns, in the hallowed halls of the churches, in the court of the finest royalty, and in the dust of restless crypts, something was stirring.
Papers were passed into the right hands, posted where the right eyes would fall. Words were whispered into the ears of those with the coin to reply: The 'Ward was offering its services to those that could pay and had any number of 'Warders at the ready to get the job done.
The tumblers were falling into place, the dice cast. Somewhere, in a tavern of no real importance, a human and an elf grinned and raised their flagons in a toast:
To go down in fame or infamy, get rich and have a few tales to tell with the scars, the Greyward was for hire.
((The Greyward is officially at the service of those that have need. Mercenaries we are, drop us a line if ya need an assassin, a bodyguard, one more companion for that dungeon crawl. Rates are flexible and we have a growing roster of 'Warders. We're heavily focused on RP and PVP, so keep that in mind when ya look to hire us out. More information can be found at http://greyward.guildportal.com))
Aelendil grinned and spread his hands wide. "Humbly at the service of the larger part of Azeroth...For a fee, of course."
The man leaning against the wall snorted, amused. He continued to study the stack of parchments in his hands, a grey brow raised, as the young priest stood by patiently in the alleyway.
"So.. let me see if I understand this: You want me to run something of an.. ad-campaign.. for you?" The elf nodded, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. "..What's in it for me, Silversong?"
The ring of coin on the cobblestones and a flash of very white teeth in the dark elicited a chuckle from the aging rogue.
"Fair enough. You want it all? Commoners, merchants, clergy, military...?"
"All of it, friend. Pass it along to your contacts in the Horde as well." Several more coins hit the ground.
The human eyed Aelendil askance a moment before bursting out into boisterous laughter and thrusting a hand out toward the dark-skinned priest, readily accepted.
"Consider the Greyward in business."
~~~
Across the face of Azeroth, the name was being spoken with any mixture of fear, respect, annoyance, amusement, disbelief; The Greyward.
In the back of the seediest taverns, in the hallowed halls of the churches, in the court of the finest royalty, and in the dust of restless crypts, something was stirring.
Papers were passed into the right hands, posted where the right eyes would fall. Words were whispered into the ears of those with the coin to reply: The 'Ward was offering its services to those that could pay and had any number of 'Warders at the ready to get the job done.
The tumblers were falling into place, the dice cast. Somewhere, in a tavern of no real importance, a human and an elf grinned and raised their flagons in a toast:
To go down in fame or infamy, get rich and have a few tales to tell with the scars, the Greyward was for hire.
((The Greyward is officially at the service of those that have need. Mercenaries we are, drop us a line if ya need an assassin, a bodyguard, one more companion for that dungeon crawl. Rates are flexible and we have a growing roster of 'Warders. We're heavily focused on RP and PVP, so keep that in mind when ya look to hire us out. More information can be found at http://greyward.guildportal.com))