A notice on Freehaven

An old, Humble Male would trudge along on one of his routine Free Haven getaways to relax.

Squinting at the posted parchment before looking to the letter in his hand; he shakes his head.

The Godslayer grumbles. "Debt? I don't have a debt..." He scoffs, baffled by the idea. " I do these things to keep the lot of you away ... My arms get sore from killing."

"Oh well..." He shrugs, writing a reply of his own in crude Elven on the parchment.

" The lot of you believe traversing into the Underdark has little to no consequence, as if nothing will happen to you...

I give you forewarning. If you do come down here to harm those I protect, even if you have already been given something you cherish. I will personally... and I do mean personally. Tear your colon from your anus and re-attach it to your belly button so you are forced to excrete feces from your stomach. I will then attach Spreader Bars on your legs and let various forms of inhabitants run a long line of rutting on you for wasting my time and energy, be you male or Female.

You have no reason to traverse these Dark tunnels, it will only bring more pain upon you surface dwellers with your suicidal tendencies and crippling moral codes.

Aside from that... Challenge Accepted. "

He would then depart, heading back down to give Szith-Morcane fairwarning from the Letter delivered to him.



(( All Raids should be conducted with DM supervision to logically represent the Drow Presence in or near Szith-Morcane. Anything less can or may be considered Metagaming by ignoring the presence of the City and the patrols of the tunnels nearby. ))