Bounty Hunter’s Public Statement

Bounty Hunter’s Public Statement

ONLY FOR LVL 100+
Instructions for contacting the Pelasgian’s:
- The employer will choose the type of mass-attack:
1) 5x1 and spy missions
2) spy missions only
- The response as to whether the contract is accepted or not, will be communicated to the employer in a maximum period of 2 days
- The attack will take place in a maximum period of 3 days
- In case the contract is not accepted, Pelasgians guarantees confidentiality of any information exchanged between the parties. The intended target will be neither attacked, nor informed of the attempt to place a bounty on his head or of the employer's identity
- The employer’s identity will be disclosed to all Pelasgians members only if the contract is accepted
- Oroles is the only contact person for any bounty requests
- The sum demanded for fulfilling the contract is not negociable
- The entire requested sum will be paid before the attack
Pelasgians offers moral guarantee through their past, present and future actions.
*Although it has never been confirmed, rumor has it that the pelasgians have strong ties with R.E.S.T.

The story

Engraved on the bloody blade of the sword before him was it's master's name, Tkindj'ar, glowing faintly with the lust of death, still echoing the screams of a thousand dead berserkers.
Mortal words could not paint the scene he witnessed vividly enough - all the miners slaughtered, corpses of archers filling the great field of Klumpo De'ar, countless faithful warriors rising, their bodies maculated by the undead taint, turning against their own. What was once the most beautiful city of Elf Ground had become an immense tomb..."My level 4 kingdom lies in utter ruin and all my sentries are no more, vanished without a trace...could they have given us a warning of the coming onslaught? It doesn't matter now..." he thought.
He felt the cold sweat of acceptance burn his palms as his whole body was shaken by a nervous laughter.
"No, the sentries didn't vanish, they were stilled by that cursed alliance, that unholy union of human fighters, goblins and undeads...even elves! Elves letting themselves be consumed by their hatred, and extinguishing the last shred of honour our race still held!"
"Even elves!" he realized painfully, "even elves killing their own!"
"I've lost everything, my borders are overrun with lowly would-be conquerors, who command armies twenty times smaller than my own used to be and deem themselves worthy of the Dark Throne...all my old friends turned to enemies as soon as everything was lost, all the vile warrior scum that could only look in envy at my kingdom and wouldn't even dare spy on me now attack ceaselessly, plundering the last remnants of my treasury and my fame, killing the last of my miners and my pride, burning down my walls and my glory...My treasury is as empty as my soul, I couldn't even afford beginning to repair my kingdom, letalone rebuild my army. Who would follow me when I can't even hire mercenaries? All I have left are the weapons, which now seem as dead as those who wielded them, the steeds that no one is left to ride into battle, the suits of armor protecting nothing but corpses..."
"I'm still a member of a few alliances, once mighty and unopposed, now just shadows of their once-glorious past, just like myself. They're too cowardly now to help me, to risk war just for one member, who's too weak now to matter anyway...maybe it's my fault, maybe I didn't suck up enough to all new leaders or play the court jester, maybe only those who can help themselves still belong among their members...and when I could, I didn't need them...now, even if my alliances stood by my side, they'd be unable to protect me, as the ones who attacked me are experienced and powerful warriors, forged in the heat of battle with seeming limitless armies and resources at their disposal. As a testament to their might lie the piles of elite archers' corpses, the sea of blood that drowns my land and the stench of death unlike any I've ever felt, a stench so horrid I will not forget for as long as I live. Still, I have my weapons, and that means gold, gold that can perhaps sate somehow my lust for revenge. Revenge, that's all I have left...yes, I will have my revenge if I have to sell my soul for it and I'll be dragging them down to Hell with me!"
To solve a problem, one must think of solutions, not of the problem itself.
"Could it really be true? Would it? Regardless, it's my only option, they're the only ones who could help me get revenge...if they exist. My father, Thyu'ar, may he forever feast with the gods in the halls of Valhalla, used to read to me about the Pelasgians from the secret scroll of the Immortals. 40 human years have passed, I wonder if they still exist...if they ever existed...maybe they were just a story, or maybe they disappeared long before our time...I must find out. The answer lies in the secret archives of Klupmo De'ar, deep within the castle. I need to find the scroll of the Immortals!"

Turned yellow and grainy like the overbearing sand of time, seemingly about to crumble at any time, the old papyrus scroll still seemed to possess an inner glow the like Tkindj'ar had never seen. It seemed to emanate power from the very words that lay written on it in ancient Elvish. He looked upon it in awe:

The Pelasgians - also called "The Saints of the Sword" are a very old and vastly unknown assassins organization, whose roots are lost somewhere far in the ripples of time and whose origins are probably known only to members, who are rather unlikely to be found unless they specifically require it, letalone questioned. What we do know is that they're not an alliance and they're not a race. They live and train according to a very strict code, striving to attain perfection in battle and inhuman strength and reflexes. While they strike like gods, they're also cunning strategists and tacticians and masters of the dark spying arts like assassination and infiltration.

They're mercenaries for hire and can be contacted only through an undead fighter named Oroles.
In order to contact them, the would-be employer must formulate a written request to be sent to this being, OROLES, wherein he should state the target and the method in which it should be handled, either mass-attack (spy missions and 5x1) or just spy missions (inflitration and assassination). In a maximum period of 2 days, a reply shall be received from Oroles as to whether the request has been accepted or not and shall specify the amount of gold requested for the contract. This amount is non-negociable and shall be paid in full before the hit. If the hit is not accepted, it will not be requested again under any circumstances, as the Pelasgians' decision is final. Regardless of the acceptance or rejection of the contract, the would-be employer's identity will remain unknown to both the Pelasgians and the contract's target, Oroles being the only to know who requested the hit.
After the entire requested sum for the contract is paid in full, the hit will be scheduled in a maximum of 3 days from the final payment and it will not be stopped for any reason, including the employer's specific request for contract termination.
All information exchanged will be confidential, and Oroles, as representative for the Pelasgians and liaison to them will guarantee this.

Tkindj'ar sighed "now I must see if they'll help me, if they'll accept my target and bring revenge for my fallen kingdom. They're supposed to be extremely expensive, but worth every gold coin if the legends are true..."