Alicia quietly slips Aldric a note, crumpled and tattered as the hand that wrote it:
Just the mention of Trinsic and Aldric knew. So he’s been here then? For how long and why now?
“Alicia?”
“Yes, old man?” she replied as she quietly wiped a tear of concern for her Uncle.
Aldric somberly stared into the fire. This was a battle he would miss so that others would win. They needed to focus, not dwell on the safety of an old man. Aldric penned a note and handed it to her. “Make copies of this and pin them in the town taverns. It will reach the intended. “
A CALL TO ARMS:
Go to the Camp NW of Trinsic Coordinates 97o 33′S 26o 0′E
SATURDAY JUNE 23
3PM EST
HE WILL REVEAL HIMSELF TO YOU. LISTEN TO HIS DIRECTION.
THIS IS WHAT YOU PREPARED FOR. BE READY FOR BATTLE.
Meanwhile, just outside of Trinsic…..
Fine wine spilled from his goblet as his hands raised in a grand gesture.
The strangely jolly man stared down at his furry friend, “There has been too much conflict and not enough resolution, wouldn’t you agree?” She replied with a gentle and somber nod. No one is ever quite sure what to make of him sober let alone with a few drinks in him.
“I’ve sent word to Joseph that it is time we bring the battle to them! Ver Lor Reg is the root of our problems and I mean to dig out the root once and for all.”
As he walked over to the make shift mirror hanging in his tent and adjusted his purple sash, Dupre smiled his winning smile. Turning, he winked at her and said, “Let’s hope we’re ready, eh?”
Aldric,
You say you are ready. Let us hope this is true for those you say are with you. There is not much time. My wounds are deep and I must get word to you somehow. If this young messenger fails to find Alicia in time, all may be lost.
We have kept him to ourselves. He will reveal himself when the time is right. It must be soon.
97o 33′S 26o 0′E….go to Trinsic, Aldric.
Joseph
Just the mention of Trinsic and Aldric knew. So he’s been here then? For how long and why now?
“Alicia?”
“Yes, old man?” she replied as she quietly wiped a tear of concern for her Uncle.
Aldric somberly stared into the fire. This was a battle he would miss so that others would win. They needed to focus, not dwell on the safety of an old man. Aldric penned a note and handed it to her. “Make copies of this and pin them in the town taverns. It will reach the intended. “
A CALL TO ARMS:
Go to the Camp NW of Trinsic Coordinates 97o 33′S 26o 0′E
SATURDAY JUNE 23
3PM EST
HE WILL REVEAL HIMSELF TO YOU. LISTEN TO HIS DIRECTION.
THIS IS WHAT YOU PREPARED FOR. BE READY FOR BATTLE.
Meanwhile, just outside of Trinsic…..
Fine wine spilled from his goblet as his hands raised in a grand gesture.
The strangely jolly man stared down at his furry friend, “There has been too much conflict and not enough resolution, wouldn’t you agree?” She replied with a gentle and somber nod. No one is ever quite sure what to make of him sober let alone with a few drinks in him.
“I’ve sent word to Joseph that it is time we bring the battle to them! Ver Lor Reg is the root of our problems and I mean to dig out the root once and for all.”
As he walked over to the make shift mirror hanging in his tent and adjusted his purple sash, Dupre smiled his winning smile. Turning, he winked at her and said, “Let’s hope we’re ready, eh?”