Myharl (prime)/A Commitment Honored (vignette) - Revision history

DUNGEONCRAWLERS at 04:57, 12 April 2024

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	Equipping his quill once more after placing his signet back upon his finger, [[Myharl_(prime)\|Myharl]] scribed the appropriate information onto the dark envelope and slid it into his robe pocket. The evening was getting late, and he wished to send the letter via courier before dawn.		Equipping his quill once more after placing his signet back upon his finger, [[Myharl_(prime)\|Myharl]] scribed the appropriate information onto the dark envelope and slid it into his robe pocket. The evening was getting late, and he wished to send the letter via courier before dawn.

	He neatly returned the equipment to the nightwillow stationary box and folded over the writing slope, pushing it forward before closing the lid. His hand momentarily graced the luminescent orb, dimming the room to shadows as dark as those that writhed around his cursed figure, ~~as he~~ made his way out of his office to honor his commitment.		He neatly returned the equipment to the nightwillow stationary box and folded over the writing slope, pushing it forward before closing the lid. His hand momentarily graced the luminescent orb, dimming the room to shadows as dark as those that writhed around his cursed figure. He made his way out of his office to honor his commitment.

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	Wiping the excess ink from the quill, [[Myharl_(prime)\|Myharl]] set it aside and read over the document before nodding to himself affirmatively. Reaching into the pocket of his shadowsilk robe, he ~~withdraw~~ crisp promissory note issued by the bank of Icemule Trace. The document denoted the value of ten-million silvers.		Wiping the excess ink from the quill, [[Myharl_(prime)\|Myharl]] set it aside and read over the document before nodding to himself affirmatively. Reaching into the pocket of his shadowsilk robe, he withdrew crisp promissory note issued by the bank of Icemule Trace. The document denoted the value of ten-million silvers.

	While he and [[Talliver_Dabbings\|Mayor Dabbings]] may have differing perspectives of governing the [[Northwatch\|North]], he had no doubt the man held the best interests of the region at heart. After hearing his proclamation against the [[Dusk_Coven\|Dusk Coven]], there was little doubt in the giantman’s mind that the halfling was more than bold enough to be worthy of the trust so many had placed in him.		While he and [[Talliver_Dabbings\|Mayor Dabbings]] may have differing perspectives of governing the [[Northwatch\|North]], he had no doubt the man held the best interests of the region at heart. After hearing his proclamation against the [[Dusk_Coven\|Dusk Coven]], there was little doubt in the giantman’s mind that the halfling was more than bold enough to be worthy of the trust so many had placed in him.

DUNGEONCRAWLERS at 09:17, 11 April 2024

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DUNGEONCRAWLERS at 09:07, 11 April 2024

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	Equipping his quill once more after placing his signet back upon his finger, Myharl scribed the appropriate information onto the dark envelope and slid it into his robe pocket. The evening was getting late, and he wished to send the letter via courier before dawn.		Equipping his quill once more after placing his signet back upon his finger, Myharl scribed the appropriate information onto the dark envelope and slid it into his robe pocket. The evening was getting late, and he wished to send the letter via courier before dawn.

	He neatly returned the equipment to the nightwillow stationary box and folded over the writing slope, pushing it forward before closing the lid. His hand momentarily graced the luminescent orb, dimming the room to shadows as dark as those that writhed around his cursed figure, ~~and~~ made his way out of his office to honor his commitment.		He neatly returned the equipment to the nightwillow stationary box and folded over the writing slope, pushing it forward before closing the lid. His hand momentarily graced the luminescent orb, dimming the room to shadows as dark as those that writhed around his cursed figure, as he made his way out of his office to honor his commitment.

DUNGEONCRAWLERS at 09:05, 11 April 2024

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	The elaborate sigil upon the stygian onyx ring depicted a shadow-shrouded dark tower beneath an eclipsed moon borne upon a starless night sky bound by two opposing ardent rampant wyrms. The sigil of the Dark Tower, his personal seal. As he pealed the ring from the solidifying wax it left behind a perfect impression of a shadowy black tower.		The elaborate sigil upon the stygian onyx ring depicted a shadow-shrouded dark tower beneath an eclipsed moon borne upon a starless night sky bound by two opposing ardent rampant wyrms. The sigil of the Dark Tower, his personal seal. As he pealed the ring from the solidifying wax it left behind a perfect impression of a shadowy black tower.

	Sliding the sealed parchment into the ebon envelope, he repeated the process, affixing his wax seal to bind the fold before flipping open the stampbook. Selecting a moon-backed raven stamp from within he positioned it carefully on the envelope, ~~pausing~~ to admire the signature artwork. Ultrafine, silvery ink just barely detailed the feathers of a raven silhouetted against a brilliant white moon, an overlapping reddish orb brought a touch of color to the otherwise greyscale artwork.		Sliding the sealed parchment into the ebon envelope, he repeated the process, affixing his wax seal to bind the fold before flipping open the stampbook. Selecting a moon-backed raven stamp from within he positioned it carefully on the envelope, he paused to admire the signature artwork. Ultrafine, silvery ink just barely detailed the feathers of a raven silhouetted against a brilliant white moon, an overlapping reddish orb brought a touch of color to the otherwise greyscale artwork.

	Equipping his quill once more after placing his signet back upon his finger, Myharl scribed the appropriate information onto the dark envelope and slid it into his robe pocket. The evening was getting late, and he wished to send the letter via courier before dawn.		Equipping his quill once more after placing his signet back upon his finger, Myharl scribed the appropriate information onto the dark envelope and slid it into his robe pocket. The evening was getting late, and he wished to send the letter via courier before dawn.

DUNGEONCRAWLERS at 09:04, 11 April 2024

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	Without hesitation, he placed the note inside the misty grey parchment and securely folded the document. He picked up the cylinder wax and heated its end until a glossy black blob fell upon the fold of the secured document. He then slid a tower-ensigiled onyx signet ring from the middle finger of his right hand and depressed the sigil into the pliable wax.		Without hesitation, he placed the note inside the misty grey parchment and securely folded the document. He picked up the cylinder wax and heated its end until a glossy black blob fell upon the fold of the secured document. He then slid a tower-ensigiled onyx signet ring from the middle finger of his right hand and depressed the sigil into the pliable wax.

	The elaborate sigil upon the stygian onyx ring ~~depicts~~ a shadow-shrouded dark tower beneath an eclipsed moon borne upon a starless night sky bound by two opposing ardent rampant wyrms. The sigil of the Dark Tower, his personal seal. As he pealed the ring from the solidifying wax it left behind a perfect impression of a shadowy black tower.		The elaborate sigil upon the stygian onyx ring depicted a shadow-shrouded dark tower beneath an eclipsed moon borne upon a starless night sky bound by two opposing ardent rampant wyrms. The sigil of the Dark Tower, his personal seal. As he pealed the ring from the solidifying wax it left behind a perfect impression of a shadowy black tower.

	Sliding the sealed parchment into the ebon envelope, he repeated the process, affixing his wax seal to bind the fold before flipping open the stampbook. Selecting a moon-backed raven stamp from within he positioned it carefully on the envelope, pausing to admire the signature artwork. Ultrafine, silvery ink just barely detailed the feathers of a raven silhouetted against a brilliant white moon, an overlapping reddish orb brought a touch of color to the otherwise greyscale artwork.		Sliding the sealed parchment into the ebon envelope, he repeated the process, affixing his wax seal to bind the fold before flipping open the stampbook. Selecting a moon-backed raven stamp from within he positioned it carefully on the envelope, pausing to admire the signature artwork. Ultrafine, silvery ink just barely detailed the feathers of a raven silhouetted against a brilliant white moon, an overlapping reddish orb brought a touch of color to the otherwise greyscale artwork.

	Equipping his quill once more, Myharl scribed the appropriate information to the dark envelope and slid it ~~back~~ into his ~~cloak~~ pocket. The evening was getting late, and he wished to send the letter via courier before dawn.		Equipping his quill once more after placing his signet back upon his finger, Myharl scribed the appropriate information onto the dark envelope and slid it into his robe pocket. The evening was getting late, and he wished to send the letter via courier before dawn.

	He neatly returned the equipment to the nightwillow stationary box and folded over the writing slope, pushing it forward before closing the lid. His hand momentarily graced the luminescent orb, dimming the room to shadows as dark as those that writhed around his cursed figure, and made his way out of his office to honor his commitment.		He neatly returned the equipment to the nightwillow stationary box and folded over the writing slope, pushing it forward before closing the lid. His hand momentarily graced the luminescent orb, dimming the room to shadows as dark as those that writhed around his cursed figure, and made his way out of his office to honor his commitment.

DUNGEONCRAWLERS at 09:02, 11 April 2024

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	Wiping the excess ink from the quill, Myharl set it aside and read over the document before nodding to himself affirmatively. Reaching into the pocket of his shadowsilk robe, he withdraw crisp promissory note issued by the bank of Icemule Trace. The document denoted the value of ten-million silvers.		Wiping the excess ink from the quill, Myharl set it aside and read over the document before nodding to himself affirmatively. Reaching into the pocket of his shadowsilk robe, he withdraw crisp promissory note issued by the bank of Icemule Trace. The document denoted the value of ten-million silvers.

	While he and Mayor Dabbings may have differing perspectives of governing the North, Myharl had no doubt the man held the best interests of the region at heart. After hearing ~~the man’s~~ proclamation against the Dusk Coven, there was little doubt in the giantman’s mind that the halfling was more than bold enough to be worthy of the trust so many had placed in him.		While he and Mayor Dabbings may have differing perspectives of governing the North, Myharl had no doubt the man held the best interests of the region at heart. After hearing his proclamation against the Dusk Coven, there was little doubt in the giantman’s mind that the halfling was more than bold enough to be worthy of the trust so many had placed in him.

	Without hesitation, he placed the note inside the misty grey parchment and securely folded the document. He picked up the cylinder wax and heated its end until a glossy black blob fell upon the fold of the secured document. He then slid a tower-ensigiled onyx signet ring from the middle finger of his right hand and depressed the sigil into the pliable wax.		Without hesitation, he placed the note inside the misty grey parchment and securely folded the document. He picked up the cylinder wax and heated its end until a glossy black blob fell upon the fold of the secured document. He then slid a tower-ensigiled onyx signet ring from the middle finger of his right hand and depressed the sigil into the pliable wax.

DUNGEONCRAWLERS at 09:00, 11 April 2024

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	Myharl seemed lost in thought, his eyes transfixed on the shadowy nothingness that extended beyond the lucent glow. His mind wandered over the events that had occurred as he accompanied the treasure hunter, Prinn, The Mayor and Town Council of Icemule Trace, and several concerned denizens of the North as they delved deep into the dungeons beneath the glacial city into the abandoned abode of the cursed fire mage.		Myharl seemed lost in thought, his eyes transfixed on the shadowy nothingness that extended beyond the lucent glow. His mind wandered over the events that had occurred as he accompanied the treasure hunter, Prinn, The Mayor and Town Council of Icemule Trace, and several concerned denizens of the North as they delved deep into the dungeons beneath the glacial city into the abandoned abode of the cursed fire mage.

	He felt reassured about Talliver’s commitment to Icemule Trace when the mayor offered ten million silvers on top of the payment offered by Prinn’s mysterious employer. So impressed by the show of earnest intent that the ~~giant~~ immediately offered to match the reward amendment on behalf the free citizens of the North.		He felt reassured about Talliver’s commitment to Icemule Trace when the mayor offered ten million silvers on top of the payment offered by Prinn’s mysterious employer. So impressed by the show of earnest intent that the giantkin himself immediately offered to match the reward amendment on behalf the free citizens of the North.

	Myharl lifted the lid of the nightwillow stationery box and released the front flap, pulling it forward to serve as a writing slope. Carefully he removed a smoky glaesinth inkpot set in wrought silver talons and a lightless stygian quill from within, followed by the additional accoutrements needed to fulfill his vow.		Myharl lifted the lid of the nightwillow stationery box and released the front flap, pulling it forward to serve as a writing slope. Carefully he removed a smoky glaesinth inkpot set in wrought silver talons and a lightless stygian quill from within, followed by the additional accoutrements needed to fulfill his vow.

DUNGEONCRAWLERS at 08:59, 11 April 2024

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	The dark office was dimly illuminated by a glowing orb set upon a heavy wyrwood-paneled desk, the sphere casting more than enough light to illuminate the hulking kindred seated behind it as well as the ornate nightwillow stationery box set on top.		The dark office was dimly illuminated by a glowing orb set upon a heavy wyrwood-paneled desk, the sphere casting more than enough light to illuminate the hulking kindred seated behind it as well as the ornate nightwillow stationery box set on top.

	Myharl seemed lost in thought, his eyes transfixed on the shadowy nothingness that extended beyond the lucent glow. His mind wandered over the events that had occurred as he accompanied the treasure hunter, Prinn, The Mayor and Town Council of Icemule Trace, and several concerned denizens of the ~~north~~ as they delved deep into the dungeons beneath the glacial city into the abandoned abode of the cursed fire mage.		Myharl seemed lost in thought, his eyes transfixed on the shadowy nothingness that extended beyond the lucent glow. His mind wandered over the events that had occurred as he accompanied the treasure hunter, Prinn, The Mayor and Town Council of Icemule Trace, and several concerned denizens of the North as they delved deep into the dungeons beneath the glacial city into the abandoned abode of the cursed fire mage.

	He felt reassured about Talliver’s commitment to Icemule Trace when the mayor offered ten million silvers on top of the payment offered by Prinn’s mysterious employer. So impressed by the show of earnest intent that the giant immediately offered to match the reward amendment on behalf the free citizens of the North.		He felt reassured about Talliver’s commitment to Icemule Trace when the mayor offered ten million silvers on top of the payment offered by Prinn’s mysterious employer. So impressed by the show of earnest intent that the giant immediately offered to match the reward amendment on behalf the free citizens of the North.

DUNGEONCRAWLERS at 08:58, 11 April 2024

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	The dark office was dimly illuminated by a glowing orb set upon a heavy wyrwood-paneled desk, the sphere ~~casing~~ more than enough light to illuminate the hulking kindred seated behind it as well as the ornate nightwillow stationery box set on top.		The dark office was dimly illuminated by a glowing orb set upon a heavy wyrwood-paneled desk, the sphere casting more than enough light to illuminate the hulking kindred seated behind it as well as the ornate nightwillow stationery box set on top.

	Myharl seemed lost in thought, his eyes transfixed on the shadowy nothingness that extended beyond the lucent glow. His mind wandered over the events that had occurred as he accompanied the treasure hunter, Prinn, The Mayor and Town Council of Icemule Trace, and several concerned denizens of the north as they delved deep into the dungeons beneath the glacial city into the abandoned abode of the cursed fire mage.		Myharl seemed lost in thought, his eyes transfixed on the shadowy nothingness that extended beyond the lucent glow. His mind wandered over the events that had occurred as he accompanied the treasure hunter, Prinn, The Mayor and Town Council of Icemule Trace, and several concerned denizens of the north as they delved deep into the dungeons beneath the glacial city into the abandoned abode of the cursed fire mage.

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	This is a vignette reflecting upon some of [[Myharl_(prime)\|Myharl]]'s actions during the evening proceeding the delve into [[Thurfel]]'s abandoned dungeon and [[Prinn]]'s discovery of the sealed hidden passage beneath [[Icemule Trace]]. Events take place in the [[Hour_of_Ronan\|Hour of Ronan]] inside his office within Gryphonwind Ventures located in [[Wehnimer's_Landing\|Wehnimer's Landing]] on Leyan, the 10th of Olaesta in the year 5124 of the Modern Era.		This is a vignette reflecting upon some of [[Myharl_(prime)\|Myharl]]'s actions during the evening proceeding the delve into [[Thurfel]]'s [[Thurfel's_Cellar\|abandoned dungeon]] and [[Prinn]]'s discovery of the sealed hidden passage beneath [[Icemule Trace]]. Events take place in the [[Hour_of_Ronan\|Hour of Ronan]] inside his office within [[Myharl_(prime)#Gryphonwind_Ventures_&_Myharl's_Office\|Gryphonwind Ventures]] located in [[Wehnimer's_Landing\|Wehnimer's Landing]] on Leyan, the 10th of Olaesta in the year 5124 of the Modern Era.
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	[[Category:The Watchfire Pact]]		[[Category:The Watchfire Pact]]
	The dark office was dimly illuminated by a glowing orb set upon a heavy wyrwood-paneled desk, the sphere casting more than enough light to illuminate the hulking kindred seated behind it as well as the ornate nightwillow stationery box set on top.		The dark office was dimly illuminated by a glowing orb set upon a heavy wyrwood-paneled desk, the sphere casting more than enough light to illuminate the hulking kindred seated behind it as well as the ornate nightwillow stationery box set on top.

	Myharl seemed lost in thought, his eyes transfixed on the shadowy nothingness that extended beyond the lucent glow. His mind wandered over the events that had occurred as he accompanied the treasure hunter, Prinn, The Mayor and Town Council of Icemule Trace, and several concerned denizens of the North as they delved deep into the dungeons beneath the glacial city into the abandoned abode of the cursed fire mage.		[[Myharl_(prime)\|Myharl]] seemed lost in thought, his eyes transfixed on the shadowy nothingness that extended beyond the lucent glow. His mind wandered over the events that had occurred as he accompanied the treasure hunter, [[Prinn\|Prinn]], [[Talliver_Dabbings\|The Mayor]] and [[Icemule_Town_Council\|Town Council]] of Icemule Trace, and several concerned denizens of the [[Northwatch\|North]] as they delved deep into the dungeons beneath the glacial city into the [[Thurfel's_Island\|abandoned abode]] of the cursed [[Thurfel\|fire mage]].

	He felt reassured about Talliver’s commitment to Icemule Trace when the mayor offered ten million silvers on top of the payment offered by Prinn’s mysterious employer. So impressed by the show of earnest intent that the giantkin himself immediately offered to match the reward amendment on behalf the free citizens of the North.		He felt reassured about Talliver’s commitment to Icemule Trace when the mayor offered ten million silvers on top of the payment offered by Prinn’s mysterious employer. So impressed by the show of earnest intent that the giantkin himself immediately offered to match the reward amendment on behalf the free citizens of the North.

	Myharl lifted the lid of the nightwillow stationery box and released the front flap, pulling it forward to serve as a writing slope. Carefully he removed a smoky glaesinth inkpot set in wrought silver talons and a lightless stygian quill from within, followed by the additional accoutrements needed to fulfill his vow.		[[Myharl_(prime)\|Myharl]] lifted the lid of the nightwillow stationery box and released the front flap, pulling it forward to serve as a writing slope. Carefully he removed a smoky glaesinth inkpot set in wrought silver talons and a lightless stygian quill from within, followed by the additional accoutrements needed to fulfill his vow.

	After setting aside a small ebon parchment envelope, a cylinder of shadowy black wax, and a moon-inked midnight blue stampbook, he prepared a fresh page upon the writing slope. The mist grey parchment inked in pewter-limned ebon feathers mirrored the valravn quills the kindred was so fond of donning upon himself—a signature trait identifying him as a denizen of Cold River and hunter of the Hinterwilds.		After setting aside a small ebon parchment envelope, a cylinder of shadowy black wax, and a moon-inked midnight blue stampbook, he prepared a fresh page upon the writing slope. The mist grey parchment inked in pewter-limned ebon feathers mirrored the valravn quills the kindred was so fond of donning upon himself—a signature trait identifying him as a denizen of Cold River and hunter of the Hinterwilds.
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	Wiping the excess ink from the quill, Myharl set it aside and read over the document before nodding to himself affirmatively. Reaching into the pocket of his shadowsilk robe, he withdraw crisp promissory note issued by the bank of Icemule Trace. The document denoted the value of ten-million silvers.		Wiping the excess ink from the quill, [[Myharl_(prime)\|Myharl]] set it aside and read over the document before nodding to himself affirmatively. Reaching into the pocket of his shadowsilk robe, he withdraw crisp promissory note issued by the bank of Icemule Trace. The document denoted the value of ten-million silvers.

	While he and Mayor Dabbings may have differing perspectives of governing the North, ~~Myharl~~ had no doubt the man held the best interests of the region at heart. After hearing his proclamation against the Dusk Coven, there was little doubt in the giantman’s mind that the halfling was more than bold enough to be worthy of the trust so many had placed in him.		While he and [[Talliver_Dabbings\|Mayor Dabbings]] may have differing perspectives of governing the [[Northwatch\|North]], he had no doubt the man held the best interests of the region at heart. After hearing his proclamation against the [[Dusk_Coven\|Dusk Coven]], there was little doubt in the giantman’s mind that the halfling was more than bold enough to be worthy of the trust so many had placed in him.

	Without hesitation, he placed the note inside the misty grey parchment and securely folded the document. He picked up the cylinder wax and heated its end until a glossy black blob fell upon the fold of the secured document. He then slid a tower-ensigiled onyx signet ring from the middle finger of his right hand and depressed the sigil into the pliable wax.		Without hesitation, he placed the note inside the misty grey parchment and securely folded the document. He picked up the cylinder wax and heated its end until a glossy black blob fell upon the fold of the secured document. He then slid a tower-ensigiled onyx signet ring from the middle finger of his right hand and depressed the sigil into the pliable wax.

	The elaborate sigil upon the stygian onyx ring depicted a shadow-shrouded dark tower beneath an eclipsed moon borne upon a starless night sky bound by two opposing ardent rampant wyrms. The ~~sigil~~ of the Dark Tower, his personal seal. As he pealed the ring from the solidifying wax it left behind a perfect impression of a shadowy black tower.		The elaborate sigil upon the stygian onyx ring depicted a shadow-shrouded dark tower beneath an eclipsed moon borne upon a starless night sky bound by two opposing ardent rampant wyrms. The Crest of the Dark Tower, his [[Myharl_(prime)#Crest_of_the_Dark_Tower\|personal seal]]. As he pealed the ring from the solidifying wax it left behind a perfect impression of a shadowy black tower.

	Sliding the sealed parchment into the ebon envelope, he repeated the process, affixing his wax seal to bind the fold before flipping open the stampbook. Selecting a moon-backed raven stamp from within he positioned it carefully on the envelope, he paused to admire the signature artwork. Ultrafine, silvery ink just barely detailed the feathers of a raven silhouetted against a brilliant white moon, an overlapping reddish orb brought a touch of color to the otherwise greyscale ~~artwork~~.		Sliding the sealed parchment into the ebon envelope, he repeated the process, affixing his wax seal to bind the fold before flipping open the stampbook. Selecting a moon-backed raven stamp from within he positioned it carefully on the envelope, he paused to admire the signature artwork. Ultrafine, silvery ink just barely detailed the feathers of a raven silhouetted against a brilliant white moon, an overlapping reddish orb brought a touch of color to the otherwise greyscale design.

	Equipping his quill once more after placing his signet back upon his finger, Myharl scribed the appropriate information onto the dark envelope and slid it into his robe pocket. The evening was getting late, and he wished to send the letter via courier before dawn.		Equipping his quill once more after placing his signet back upon his finger, [[Myharl_(prime)\|Myharl]] scribed the appropriate information onto the dark envelope and slid it into his robe pocket. The evening was getting late, and he wished to send the letter via courier before dawn.

	He neatly returned the equipment to the nightwillow stationary box and folded over the writing slope, pushing it forward before closing the lid. His hand momentarily graced the luminescent orb, dimming the room to shadows as dark as those that writhed around his cursed figure, as he made his way out of his office to honor his commitment.		He neatly returned the equipment to the nightwillow stationary box and folded over the writing slope, pushing it forward before closing the lid. His hand momentarily graced the luminescent orb, dimming the room to shadows as dark as those that writhed around his cursed figure, as he made his way out of his office to honor his commitment.