Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-25808351-20161011022002

Pulling off a small peice of the offered jerky, I take another swig before devouring the jerky. "Her name is Ayona, she was a Harpy. A good girl. Kind, thoughtful, quick as the wind. She was my go to girl for spying and scouting. Her husband owns the aviary in Zahmeria. He never agreed to her being my little informant, but Ayona was always a thrill speaker. She always reminded me of Aegis."

I begin consolidating my stock of weapons and ammunition as I continue.

"She told me that Armata was having large groups of people brought into the castle every night and none return, also that his servants have begun mining operations in nearby mountains and bring in metals and other rare materials by the cart load. Lastly, his influence is increasing, his hemisphere of power moves a couple inches each day, blanketing the engulfed areas with his corruption. I sent her back to find out more, but she hasn't returned. After a week I began to assume the worst. Then two days ago, I received a package in the mail.... it was Ayona, parts of her, to be precise. That's when I decided to make my move." I hug from the bottle.