*Posted on the normal news locations along The Coast*

[Kaden Asen]

Swordsmen, Archers, Magus, and the adventuring clergy!


I find myself without employment, therefore I wish to start a proper adventuring company. We will seek gold, glory, fame, and the tales of grand deeds.

The group I wish to create will empower each member with the standing of our company. Yet each member will be accountable to the group for their actions. The longer standing members will aid in the training, and equipping of the newer.

Thus far this is an idea only, however anyone willing to explore this idea, I can be found along The Coast. I wear black armor, and the cloak of First Company.

If you have the grit, the steel, and the courage. Let us join together, and decide our own fate.

Thedran, The Rock.

[Ivan38Rus]

Across some posters a single phrase is written in screaming red paint:

"DO NOT TRUST THE FISTS!"

[stevebarracuda]

Cor—the lumbering Gray Orc in half-plate lighter than a feather smeared with hand painted symbols of an Oak leaf—pauses to read the poster...as best he can make out the Common...and what is left to read after being smeared in red paint.

Cor frowns after reading the text in red paint. He raises his hands and balls them into fists, staring intently at the two, while turning them over, back and forth...intent on discerning why someone would tell him to not trust his fists!?!

After some time, Cor reads the signed name...and begins to look about the Tradeway for this man in black.

[Muttley]

*A woman dressed in green watches to make sure nobody is around and takes the notice putting it into her pack. She then heads in the direction of the fist HQ*

[Valefort]

On some posters there's a drawing of an armored barking ape with a shovel.

[Jaden]

*A Blade is found stabbed into one of the posters*

[Kaden Asen]

*The Blade is removed, and used to secure the poster back to the tree, with a small addition*

I wear silver and blue, the offer stands to any willing.

[Gareut]

The posters find a pair where this armored man, heavily armed runs away from small Halfling. The man is named in posters as "Shovel Waving Monkey" and the hin has named as a hero of Small Ones. A little text is also added to the posters:

"If you have will, honnor, good soul and courage. Find a proper job and dont join into the company of Shovel Waving Bastard. Only the Death can be found from there."