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[Arakad]

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A soft wind blew across the plains of grass before the man clad in black, dark gray eyes peering over the waving trees. Nostrils flareing from the lingering smell of death surrounding him. A soft whisper escaped his lips, his rough voice almost a howl "Once again my training will be put aside for the benefit of another..." Within a clenched fist Arakad uncoiled an already wrote out parchment, his dark eyes glareing at it's scroll-like form... neatly tied with a golden ribbon and sealed with soft green wax. An insignia engraved into the wax face barely noticeable it was placed so soft. During the drying of the wax...

Raising his free hand to the air he gave a quiet whistle, allowing it to flow with the gentle current of the air, A feint shadow begins to swirl above him then grows larger has a beautiful silver feathered eagle perches upon Arakad's shoulder nibbling at the parchment in his hand. "That my friend goes to Sanctus... be sure the Baron himself recieves this letter." With a delicate gloved hand, the man tucks the letter into the birds leg harness, raising the eagle above his head and gives him a push watching the creature vanish into the distance.

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Baron Mordegan

It was the Lady Sadira death that brought me to realize where one may help most. The life of a warrior is to be where he is needed. I wish to have a meeting at a convienent time for you. Please send me word.

Arakad

[Baron Mordegan]

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A young soldier delivers a parchment to the study of Major Mordegan.

"A parchment has arrived for you Sir" as he hands Major Mordegan the rolled parchment.

"Thank you"nods Baron wondering whom the scrolll is from

The parchment reads