"You shall go, wandering throughout a barren world, attempting to bring together the pieces of this endless puzzle," the Guild Master whispered to him on a cellar many feet below a burned fortress. "You will have access to our limitless resources, and wherever there is one of us, you will have a roof over your head, food and protection. Your enemies will be our enemies, and any invaluable piece of information you bring us, you will be richly rewarded for."
"That sounds good to me," said the boy that would become the Postman, in a rudimentary German. "When do I start?"
He was taken to a chamber, where they handed to him a rain cape, a wide brim hat and a leather bag.
He left the city on horseback and headed North. For him, it wasn't very clear what he was supposed to do. What were they exactly looking for? What kind of information was relevant or not? Why was that so important?
What mattered to him were the rewards. But the nature of that wasn't so clear either; what could be so valuable in a world with no money, where gold was less worthy than a brick or a metal bar?
He would have to pay to see it, and that what he was doing.
They also gave him a map and an instruction.
"Go and meet the Jew."
It was an one-thousand miles journey.
"I'd be a lucky bastard if I survive this damn task," he said to his horse, chuckling. He knew very well how many perils there were out there; not so long ago, he was one of them.
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Notes from the End of the World
HorrorThe Collectors Guild hired him to be the Postman, to gather the notes that will help the humankind to have a deeper understanding on how and why the world ended. Nobody knows anything for sure; the only certainty is that it's really dangerous out th...
