Searching the Wind

You turn with a start, hearing a heavy knock at your door or feeling a firm tap on your shoulder as you sit at the bar. A messenger, his dark clothes mud caked from the long road, hands you a small folded letter without even a whispered word. He then bows his head only for a moment and then quickly departs, as if pressed by some great urgency.

You watch him leave, closing your door or turning back to your drink, then look to the letter held in your hand. Finding an empty table or retiring to your room, you quickly unfold it:

Hail friend!

It is I, Dawn, formerly of the Royal Knighthood, and you will please forgive me if this letter has interrupted you, but the matter is urgent. I am writing to those whom I believe are trustworthy and capable, and if you are reading this letter, then know that I hold you in my loftiest thoughts and highest regard.

The work of Operation Royal Flush is not yet over. Casca recoils from his defeat, wounded but not defeated or submissive. But for the moment we turn our eyes to his most powerful servant, Lord Emissary Trubo Saius. Of him, we can be certain of nothing, save his devotion to the King.  And in these now desperate times that both the King and his Man find themselves in, we do not yet know who he is or what he is ultimately capable of.

After having conferred with several others, I ask that you, my trusted friend and comrade, aid me in the endeavor  of finding out what we can about Trubo.  If you have previous arrangements or are in a tenuous position and do not wish to risk it, then please stop reading now and,  for security of course, burn this parchment. I hold it not against you and it is my sincere hope that we have the opportunity to work together again in the future.

However if you have reached this part of the letter, then you have decided to help me, and you have my thanks. I ask only a few things before you begin:

Be discrete.  We must skim the surface first.

Confine yourself to the Trammel facet for now. If this proves fruitless or inadequate, I will call for an expansion of the search in the near future.

Do not press anyone too much for information. The last thing we need are Casca’s servants becoming wise to our actions.

Find out what you can from whoever you speak to and then report to me, by messenger, your findings. Do not only give me the facts, but your own observations as well. I do not expect this to be easy, but it will serve us, I think, when the time comes.

Thank you once again friend, and may the blessings of the Virtues be upon you.


(OOC: As the letter says, simply ask around for anything  about Trubo then write and mail a report similar to the ones written to the thiefmaster, except addressing it to Dawn. Make sure to include what facts you find out as well your own observations or connections)

The final date to send in your report will be this coming Sunday, August 23rd. Good luck.


3 comments for “Searching the Wind

  1. WildStar
    August 17, 2009 at 7:12 PM

    “The final date to send in your report will be this coming Sunday, August 17th. Good luck.”

    *looks at calendar and sees that today is the 17th and that next Sunday is the 23rd*

    *goes into deep hiding*


  2. EMPallando
    August 18, 2009 at 2:51 AM

    Uh, yeah, brain malfunction there.

    Thanks for catching that Wildstar! 🙂

  3. Handalf
    August 20, 2009 at 2:17 AM

    Bok! Umm.. where do we send report? And the format? Could you slap a link in there to whatever prior thiefmaster event you are referencing? Or I can just scratch stuff onto an email and send it… BOK! *waddles off mumbling to self*

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