Broxigan
11-20-2007, 08:25 PM
Brox had made his way into the main hall of the Melar Danashj castle. He pulled his cloak off, the rain outside pouring more than normal, it seemed. Draping his cloak over his shoulder, he vainly looked around. Sighing, he called out, "Anyone here?"
No response. It seemed he always managed to make his way into the hall when no one was around. He slowly made his way over towards the fireplace, where he would usually sit. Shaking his head, he made his way towards where the bar usually was. When he bumped into it, he was glad to know it hadn't moved.
In the recent months, Broxigan had spent less and less time within the castle for various reason. The main one being, his current problem was assumed to have started here. Plus, all he had learned about the past of the castle did not set well with him. It was on his mind almost constantly while he was there. The thought of all those who may have perished.
He brought his hand down into his pouch, pulling out the scrolled parchment. Peecha lifted her head and sniffed at it a moment before he brought it to the bar top, unrolling it, setting it out. His hand runs across it, his face staring blankly down at it. He certainly hope the Matron didn't write anything more than what was needed and what he wanted.
With one last failed attempt to look around the hall, he nodded silently to himself and made his way back towards the door. Peecha followed closely, sniffing at the air once more before the vanished just as quickly as they entered through the main doors.
For any who would take the time to read the piece of parchment, they would notice that the writing was awfully neat and awfully slanted for someone who was blind. This is what it said:
Members of Melar Danashj:
I, Broxigan, have taken my leave from your ranks. The matters and reasons for this are my own. I have spoken with Master Nasuj on the matters. Rumors and gossip may surface. Whatever is said, you can get your answers from me. I will gladly share my reasons with any of you.
I still wish to lend my gun and axe to any of you. You know how to get in touch with me. I keep my hearthstone with me at all times. However, if you send a letter, send it by courier and ask them to read it to me. You have no idea how hard it is to find someone to read something to me.
Once again, you know how to get in touch with me. I will keep in touch with all of you. Strength and honor to all of you. Be safe in your journey's and I won't see you around; I will hear you though.
Broxigan the Gray
Transcribed fully by Matron Battlewail.
The front doors close. Brox climbs upon his wolf and rides off into the rainy night.
No response. It seemed he always managed to make his way into the hall when no one was around. He slowly made his way over towards the fireplace, where he would usually sit. Shaking his head, he made his way towards where the bar usually was. When he bumped into it, he was glad to know it hadn't moved.
In the recent months, Broxigan had spent less and less time within the castle for various reason. The main one being, his current problem was assumed to have started here. Plus, all he had learned about the past of the castle did not set well with him. It was on his mind almost constantly while he was there. The thought of all those who may have perished.
He brought his hand down into his pouch, pulling out the scrolled parchment. Peecha lifted her head and sniffed at it a moment before he brought it to the bar top, unrolling it, setting it out. His hand runs across it, his face staring blankly down at it. He certainly hope the Matron didn't write anything more than what was needed and what he wanted.
With one last failed attempt to look around the hall, he nodded silently to himself and made his way back towards the door. Peecha followed closely, sniffing at the air once more before the vanished just as quickly as they entered through the main doors.
For any who would take the time to read the piece of parchment, they would notice that the writing was awfully neat and awfully slanted for someone who was blind. This is what it said:
Members of Melar Danashj:
I, Broxigan, have taken my leave from your ranks. The matters and reasons for this are my own. I have spoken with Master Nasuj on the matters. Rumors and gossip may surface. Whatever is said, you can get your answers from me. I will gladly share my reasons with any of you.
I still wish to lend my gun and axe to any of you. You know how to get in touch with me. I keep my hearthstone with me at all times. However, if you send a letter, send it by courier and ask them to read it to me. You have no idea how hard it is to find someone to read something to me.
Once again, you know how to get in touch with me. I will keep in touch with all of you. Strength and honor to all of you. Be safe in your journey's and I won't see you around; I will hear you though.
Broxigan the Gray
Transcribed fully by Matron Battlewail.
The front doors close. Brox climbs upon his wolf and rides off into the rainy night.