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Seeking faith

Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2018 1:17 pm
by Kenyon Ahearn
For the attention of the holy leaders of Law or Nature.

I am seeking enlightenment and would like to hear more about your religions.

I can offer you experience, knowledge and dedication. One could say I am at an almost heightened sense of training.

Please leave a message here, or if you prefer, I am near Britain's second bank for the next 4 hours.

If you want to find me, I'm sure you could track me down.

Regards,

Nathe, The Honourable.

Re: Seeking faith

Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2018 3:31 pm
by Mr.T
Esteemed Nathe,

Should you seek out guidance about our blessed mother and the way we act on her behalf in this world seek me out
The temple of yew at the following coordinates 312 331 437

Sincerely,

Helen Midhir

Re: Seeking faith

Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2018 3:58 pm
by Kenyon Ahearn
Dear Helen,

I would like to meet at the temple, if you're able to host me, I could set off within half an hour!

Regards,

Nathe

Re: Seeking faith

Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2018 8:05 pm
by Gurrnutt Venomblade
Dear Nathe,

I'm sure you know where Laws temple location is.... If you wish to learn further about Law and Winchester, please feel free to contact me by raven number 382910063.

*signed*
Kane
Head Priest OOL

Re: Seeking faith

Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2018 7:53 am
by Theodore
It was but night and all was in bed, nobody around and yet footsteps could be heard. Spencer's face was covered with a black hood.
Slyly he walked to the board and pins a notice.


The note reads
Good evening,
I have just the faith for you, if you are not faint hearted.
The Fee is just, One mans life parted.
You must also Show a butchered Finger,
From The Second inns Favourite Singer.
This is the Cost, one mans life But slain.
And The proof of inflicted pain.
If The Faith of cloak and dagger is what you seek
The Guild below vesper, Is where you must peak.
Upon a brigands command, you show him a Pan,
Bloodied with the Cooked Bowels of the slain Man

Spencer Flicks his Wrists and in a flash, the Gleam of the dagger dissapeared
Spencer walks away
* A small S was carved into the wall