HOARD

[Tacitus]

Althara sat in his chair. Fine make, from Scadrial. And, of coarse, heavily rigged. He tapped his pen repeatedly on the outside of his facemask, near the side of the chin. HOARD. The only way. He had found a deserted building, primarily made of stone, and solid, thick wood, and commandeered it for the use of HOARD. He had also left notes, encoded, across the city he had found himself in. Alleycity. The notes would lead those clever enough to understand them to HOARD. He could only hope they wouldn't attract... Unwanted attention. In its fetal stages, HOARD couldn't be jeopardized. Althara had already prepared several hidey-holes. The people would know HOARD. Not now, but they would know HOARD. Althara swapped his pen for a dagger, spinning it in his hand. HOARD was coming.

Alth stood and left the building. He had things to check on.

Edited January 15, 2021 by Omi the Counselor

[SzethTheHonorblade]

What is HOARD?

[Robin Sedai she/her]

I have no idea, but given that this was posted a year ago, we will probably never know.

[SzethTheHonorblade]

Well, if he does not answer, could I revive it?