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Post by Plot on Apr 16, 2010 19:39:01 GMT -8
(A unknown speaker rumored to visit several small taverns along the main roads)
"My Friends, I have heard many tales in my time as a nomad. Traveling from place to place, doing the jobs that needed doing. But no tale surpasses that of a gryphon who takes human form to slay those who would prey on the travellers of the roads. My brother saw the gryphon at work about a month ago. He says the gryphon came down out of the sky on a group of bandits attacking his caravan. Looked deep into their eyes to freeze them with fear. The gryphon transforms into a humanoid body and begins to tear them apart. <the speaker describes the fight in detail if he has the audiences attention>. The bandits were left with the chest flayed for the scavngers.
Do not fear to travel my friends....
A guardian watches.
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Post by Plot on May 17, 2010 19:16:39 GMT -8
(An elderly merchant tells a weathered tale as he casually sips a drink)
"It was a deep dark night, I was sure it would be my last ride to Greensfield when it happened....
Six of the fiercest black star assassins were waiting in ambush up the trail, they each had at least five gas globes in hand.....
Within seconds there was nothing left but a but small piles of bloody meat. It looked much like stew they served last night if it were warmer and the sauce was replaced with the life blood of an ex-assassin"
(He pauses for a moment to let the situation settle on those who are listening)
"Only the feathers in the blood told me who saved my life that day"
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Post by Plot on Jun 20, 2010 16:06:30 GMT -8
(A rather lovely young Elven woman tells a somber tail in a few of the northern taverns)
"Late one night I was attacked by a group of thieves while resting. I was forced awake when my poison shield flashed. Very soon after I found myself unable to move, the paralysis would surely be my doom...."
(She orders a stiff drink and sips it slowly once it has arrived)
"Just as the brigands begin to jest with each other how much they will really enjoy this night I catch a short glimpse of movements in the shadows. Quickly the Laughing turns to screams of anger and then that of pain as combat breaks out all around me. It takes no time at all and each of the bandits have been laid low. From behind me someone whispers into my ear...
... Do not fear my friends... A Guardian Watches....
I owe my life to that savior so to whomever you are I am thankful."
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Post by Walker R. Willis on Jul 24, 2010 22:23:39 GMT -8
"I have a Tale for you. There was once this young white grifon who showed great disrespect towards a friend of mine. after a brief fight the white grifon called out to his father for help. when his father, an elder white grifon, arived a few moments later, we explained to him that due to his actions, the life of his son was forfet. The elder white grifon offered a favor in exchange for the life of his son, and of course, we accepted. The terms were clerified right then. an object was enchanted and when activated, would call the elder white griffon to his aid in any situation he might be in.
When the situation arised, and my friend needed the assistance of this elder white grifon, he refused to come.
Yes, people, an 'elder' 'white' grifon, the appitimy of good and life, refused to honor a favor he traded for the life of his son, and my friend is dead now because of it.
I have lost all faith in what little hope grifons can offer. after all my searching, i have yet to find this grifon to tell him about the dishonor he has brought to all grifons. no other grifon has ever contacted me since.
you talk about grifons defending the commoners of this land, but i warn you, if there truly is a grifon out there patroling the roads, it is not the robbers you need to worry about."
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