"To whom it may concern,

My name is Delim Bloodfist, and I'm writing this 'application' to you in regards of becoming one of the seekers. I have spoken with many of your members. those that have either been interested or who are a part of the seekers, and they either have no clue as to how to join your ranks, or don't have the time to 'bother' with any necessary application processing.

I have explored my fair share of the underdark as it stands, and I have much interest in joining your guild. I hope this letter is sufficient enough to join your ranks, dispite the large amount of difficulty I have been facing from your existing members.

If more is required of me you will find that I frequent your Guildhall on a regular basis, either relaxing or just listening on regular conversations.

Farewell, Delim Bloodfist"

// OOC

Welcome to EfU. General Discussion is for OOC (non-IC letters) only. I've moved this thread to the correct forum. If you're looking to join a DM faction, please review this thread and send us an OOC application to the DM e-mail address. Additionally, you should feel free to pursue this in game by contacting PC members of the faction as you've done here.

Nicholas saunters into the hall, orders a beer and checks his "inbox." He frowns as his eyes travel the length of the letter, and begins rubbing his lower back. He takes a small notebook from the inside pocket of his jacket and tears out a piece of paper.

"Tandra," he asks politely as he writes a quick note, "would you be a dear and hand this over to any fellow coming in here calling himself Delim? I'd greatly appreciate it." he continues as he folds the paper, writes "Delim" on the cover, and slides it across the bar to her.

The note reads:

Greetings Delim,

My name is Nicholas Balbanes and I would like to meet with you to discuss your interest in the Seekers. You may leave post for me here or with Spencer. Where are you staying?

Nicholas Balbanes

Smiling, Delim glanced around the the Seekers hall as he moved silently in. He had been spending time in the underdark just outside of Sancturary hoping he could intercept any seekers exploring the depths, though unfortunately all he could find was a collection of spiders and a couple bats. Spotting his target was never a strong point for Delim anyway, so he tightened the bandage applied to his wrist from the past battles and he looked around for anybody of interest.

Making himself apparent he moved towards the back room where he usually liked to sit, he was soon stopped by Tandra of all people. "Delim, correct? There is a note here for you." Reachinging into a pocket she slid it on top of a table and returned to where she stood. Curious Delim took up the note and glanced over it. A reply... so there was some hope after all.

Checking into his pack he pulled out a piece of what was now dried parchment that he had found during a raid not to long ago. Without asking, Delim took the pen that was in its ink jar on Tandras desk and he began to write his reply.

"I'll make this short as I'm not a man of words. I reside in the Rockbottom Inn. I shall frequent the Hall and the Inn as often as I can to meet you.

Delim Bloodfist"