Lost Caravans - Braerwinter
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The House of Braerwinter had caravans waylaid by greenskin hosts
They were tracked through the mountains and slain. Seemed to be commanded as slaves, shackled by mind and steel.
Elf Retainer was not forthcoming with the goods taken.
Kural shall find these orc slave masters and learn their methods
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@lateralus
I have a slave mark from some gnolls. Braerwinter sought a thief who had it. But Khalil is much more clever! They refused to pay. So if the slaver can put it to work, all the better!Khalil
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The woman of House van Dorn has an interest in the Mark, a reply to our letter contained below:
.. what has become of the mark since the Blethian‘s theft thereof. One might have paired it with the item, which I still hold in my possession… mayhaps, such would have sufficed to call forth a reaction in defiance of the true master behind its puppets? The one that required all that effort to… thwart…
What is known of the piece she holds. Kural fears if he meets this whore he will tear the head from her neck
- Kural
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Further greenskins were slain on the Redwood boarder - a call made by House Delzuld was answered.
More creatures wrought in blue flame, enslaved orcan hosts and a slaughtered Gnoll slavedriver.
Kural made sure that the House of Delzuld sung the praises of the Cabal en Ashkara
- Kural
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In the celestial tapestry woven by the stars, the servants Pasha Braerwinter has agreed to a temporary personal agreement, a convergence of purpose between myself and their cadre. Together, we stand at the precipice, ready to engage the encroaching tides of shadow that threaten our very existence. Though not bound by the delicate threads of trust or camaraderie, we unite against a common adversary.
Chosen by the celestial oracles to embark upon this sacred pilgrimage, the servants shall journey through the murky corners of the realm, casting light upon the densest obscurity. Together, we shall chronicle the hidden sanctuaries, the mysterious havens where the Warlock of Shadows and Darkness Intertwined may conceal their treacherous plots. In this harrowing endeavor, we shall unearth the secrets that the night dares to whisper, unveiling the phantoms of dread that lurk in the shadows, awaiting their moment to strike.
May the stars guide us.
