A Missive delivered in a brown paper sack.

[Nerdlord57]

Dropped from the skies and into the Dreadwoods itself would be a familiar brown paper back. It seemed to faintly smell of that odd Dragonfire one of the Ebonblood has often been seen using. That, and the odd lifeblood that the Sarradian seemed to hold.

The missive within read as follows, written in a fine calligraphy:

"To the one known as Shame,

You have somethings that do not belong to you. Many things, in fact. So I offer you a choice.

Your life, for the life of the youth.

Naysien cares not of the age of the Souls she is given, however he is not as magically potent as I would like to feed him to Her. Instead, I believe one older would suffice.

You have twenty four hours to respond."

The missive is simply signed with a singular initial.

- A

[1r5]

Just before the time limit, a bird approaches the mountain of the Ebonblooded - Naysien's Coat. It flies above the nearest drakanite, and drops- A KNIFE!! POINTED STRAIGHT DOWN TOWARDS THE HEAD OF THE DRAKANITE!!

(Un)luckily, the bird missed its mark - and the knife lands itself in the snow of the Coat. Attached to said knife, were two letters - one addressed to "A", commented with "OPEN THIS FIRST!!!"

In it, is a letter, opening with a charming drawing of a masked lady making a rather... obscene gesture!

Dearest A,

If you are reading this, then this letter is either embedded in the head of one of your Ebonblooded, or the bird has failed to assassinate one of you lot. If it is the first one, SUCK IT LOSERS!
If it is the second one, however, then I have my response.
You will meet me at the Shadowmire. And, I order you to come alone, accompanied only by the Sarradian. I expect you to have Arbane, living, breathing, with all of their limbs attached, and not grievously wounded.

Signed,

P.S. I left another letter for the one that I encountered earlier - when Arbane was almost captured, but successfully saved from their aggressor, by me.

And wouldn't you know it, there was indeed another letter attached, addressed "to whoever captured Arbane the first time around".
...How rude.

(ooc: probably should set a date for this!)

[9mmortal]

Another letter makes its way to the Dreadwoods to the one known as Shame.

"Dear heretic, Arbane is my prisoner.
I will dispatch a second letter informing you of where to meet me on neutral grounds.
You are to come alone or you can consider the prisoner's life forfeit.
By the end of this I will have either your life or Arbane's."

P.S 
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