messenger

Several hours had passed Randolph was still plotting his move. “I don’t have time to run all the way there if I’m to learn more about the Bart’s secret servoius. I need that deed.”
Walking through the halls he over heard.
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(This be the Messenger formally known as the mailman.)
The prolog
Oh, cruel destiny, the tears soon covered the general’s face as the last building in the city crumbled to dust. There was no way the heretics could have survived the bombardment. He was a hero, the war was won, but at a terrible cost. His homeland ravaged by war, his young wife murdered, and the great capital city of Eldaroth reduced to rubble. He couldn’t even pretend to be happy during the celebrations and he didn’t notice any of the many medals they pinned on him. He had nothing to live for. So one day he took up his sword and a few supplies and started walking. He wanted to get away from the destruction and death. No doubt there would be a huge uproar when the most brilliant and highest ranking general of the land disappeared, so he moved quickly though the war ravaged lands so they could not carry him back. He walked for weeks, hunting when he was hungry ad sleeping when he was tired. Eventually he came to a vast mountain range, so he climbed it. On the other side was a land that seemed to be uninhabited, but eventually he ran into villages and then large heavily guarded cities. Looking to the horizon, he saw a massive castle dominated the skyline. Saying to himself, “That looks interesting.” So he set off to castle of King Bartholomew. The castle was absolutely massive, tall spires, huge stained glass windows, and forty foot steel plated doors. In the busy court yard, there was a poster with a large picture of a sack of gold, it read, “His Supreme Majesty King Bartholomew requires an adventures person to be a royal messenger. Such a person would be paid handsomely. If any such persons wish to accept such an honor from his Supreme Majesty, report to the city hall and speak with the secretary.” After reading the poster the traveler asked a guard where the city hall was, then after getting directions, he set off. He heard the guard snickering behind him as he set off.
As he entered the nameless town he thought to himself,” This is where it gets interesting.” Smiling as he climbed atop the gallows in the center of the small town, he pulled a scroll out of his bag and unfurled it majestically. By now the towns folk had noticed him and had gathered around the gallows. He began to read the scroll, “Hear ye, Hear ye, By order of his Supreme Majesty King Bartholomew, in three days this town is to be burned to the ground……” The crowd erupted into screams of fear and anger, the messenger continued, “…..for failing to obtain a certain item for His majesty.” As the messenger rolled up the scroll he heard voices from the crown saying, “kill the messenger!” and, “get him!” He put the scroll away, then jumped off the gallows and ran up the road, laughing the entire way.
The Messenger
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General crooks, what do we plan to do…

Later that day, not quite night.
Fumbling threw the familiar forest of his training R. face was weighed down with whoa. The stress of the day and the lack of unmasked fellowship was beginning to take its toal
Holding the crossbow in his hands Randy stood staring at the door a good distance away. “I got to do this,” knowing the sivarity of his task wasn’t as helpful. Facing the whole world alone was always filled Randy with fear. His training and his vows kept him sain also it was the only thing giving this retched world hope. The good of mankind. Randy never knew why Will wouldn’t take the vow, it slightly disturbed Randy but was slightly calmed by the fact he knew him well, but not fully.
Lifting up the bulky contraption, Randy shots a letter to the door of the monastery. Randolph couldn’t bring himself to see master Moomow before his directive was done. “I’ll find the deed master Moomow if it’s the last thing I do”