Atlantic Roleplay Community Boards

[Tay Thormear]

---

Dear Asher Tyven,

My old friend, in time of battle and unbalance, I request your aid. The Island of Moonglow stands alone, once again. The veterans of our fine militia are capable of battle. We have many recruits however, less experienced in battles and one on one combat.

I trust a selected few with the soldiers of Moonglow. I want to train them myself, but due to diplomatic matters, town matters, and recruitment matters, I find little time for the Militia. Vargus is our Minister of Defense, but he could use aid in trainings. I need someone I can trust, someone I know has as much experience in training as I.

That is why I need you Asher. Your a tactical genious, I've trained along side you, and I know your more than capable of helping to mold Moonglow soldiers. Once again, I'd like you to ride beside me as we did in the Legion.

I expect an reply from you as soon as possible.

Sincerely yours,

Lord Chancellor of Moonglow
Beowulf Thormear

[Cal Hurst]

---

Asher was in his study when the message came. He was trying to do more research on the spell Barrier of Life, testing his results with pieces of blackrock he had found.

"So Beo needs me... again..." Asher said, rubbing his face. He did enjoy these few days of peace and quiet in his study, able to stay away from the world and keep to himself. "Maybe some sun would do me some good. But now, an amusing response..."

Asher grabbed for a pen and paper, and stared at the paper for a bit. His eyes slanting a moment, he smirked slightly, and began to write.



Beowulf Thormear,

I have received your letter, and I will be willing to help you. I will inform Rryn that I will be taking a temporary leave of her and her's in order to help out an old friend. I will do what I can to bring military prowess and victory to the Moonglow Town Council.

*he smirked slightly as he began to write the last of the letter*

Meet me at the penninsula with the dryad spiders. I will be there, ready and waiting. Old friend.

Asher Tyven
Archmage

_________________

[Tay Thormear]

---

The pigeon flew through the stainless glass and landed on his office table. Beowulf stared at the pigeon, frustrated at this pigeon that had been recently dropping off his mail. He cut open the letter and read it over eagerly.

He smirked and crumpled the letter up.

"Perfect."