Gin
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Black Rose Member
The only escape is in death. And the only way to death is through me. Come my minions.
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Post by Gin on Oct 5, 2007 10:48:45 GMT -5
Gin walks down the now overgrown path that leads to the clearing in which the Black Rose's shack hides itself. Pushing through the last set of thorns he steps into the clearing and looks around in disbelief. Quickly pulling up links to the minds of his old friends he shouts his disturbance to them,
"Good god, I walk away for a few months and each and come back to find the shack in pieces, half of Red Un's beer kegs laying punctured on the ground and no one around except a stray dog. What happened?!"
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Post by Red Un on Oct 6, 2007 3:42:29 GMT -5
Inside the shack, covered with dust and a few leaves, lies a letter written a while ago:
Dear Society Members
Something extremely important has come up, and I must leave you in a hurry. I have found certain facts about the location of a long-lost close relative of mine. In fact, I thought she was dead, but apparently she is not. I shall take a ship and set sail towards locations unknown in order to find out more. I do not know how long my journey will be, and where I might end up, but hopefully I will one day return with stories of far-away lands and marvellous adventures.
In the meantime, I entrust the Society, a Society I love dearly and is sad to leave without much explaination (and perhaps a goodbye-party) to its remaining members to do with as they see fit. I suggest that you choose a new leader among those of you who still comes back to the shack now and then. And even if some calamity should befall the Society, try to keep in touch with eachother, maybe come back here and have a meeting now and then, until such a day as we can once again "officially" reinstate ourselves as a guild.
And stay away from my beer!
Redwick Undersoor
Next to the letter lies an old key that fits in the door down to the cellar where the beer and wine is kept.
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Gin
New Member
Black Rose Member
The only escape is in death. And the only way to death is through me. Come my minions.
Posts: 19
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Post by Gin on Oct 14, 2007 11:12:17 GMT -5
No responses, Gin sighed and walked into the shack, keeping the links open in his mind, in case maybe his friends had been late in hearing him. Entering through a rather large hole where the kitchen door had once been he saw a note on the table and picking it up read through it.
That explains it he thought, recognizing the importance of the letter and tucking it away in one of his many hidden pockets along with the cellar key. Closing his eyes he stood in the middle of the kitchen and pictured the shack as it had been, around him his magic flowed out, repairing, rebuilding, remaking. When his eyes opened, the dust was gone, the shack back to normal, or as normal as it could be. Looking around himself he smiled thoughfully and vanished in a flash of purple and black flame, a single scroll, tied in black ribbon laying on the table, much like the one the society had recieved so long ago when he had first joined.
"Friends, Though we may not come for many years, always will this shack be kept whole for those who need it's use, when you're lost, when you're hurt, when you simply need some guidance, always will help be found here. I go now to rebuild, to recruit. I will return soon, should anyone arrive, or not...
-Gin Necromancer of the Black Rose."
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