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Bleached paper has been pinned to Hero's Call Boards around the Alliance.

On it is a message, written in clean block type Common.

Attention, stalwart adventurers!

In light of recent events, the AAMS is looking to hire unaffiliated people to help provide security for our services and the interests of peace on Azeroth.

Requirements:

-Be in excellent physical condition, and able to train in combat

-Be willing to work for a neutral organization, and alongside members of the Horde

-Be willing to brave dangerous situations

-Be willing to adhere to a code of conduct, which includes putting the safety of your charges above all else

-Discipline and Discretion

If you are interested in this new opportunity, please sign the form below and report to Girren Firebellows at AAMS Headquarters for inquiry.

((If you're interested in joining and have an appropriate character, please sign up in this thread. If you have questions or concerns, please contact Derscha or Girren in-game, to keep the thread neat and tidy. For the time being, this is Alliance-only, as we're...well, only organizing as Alliance-only right now.))

((Something tells me this has just a little to do with the threatening of certain couriers...))

(( ... just a little! ^.^

But this has been in the works for several weeks now, as a way to expand the AAMS' scope and RP possibilities. We're taking measures to protect our couriers and offices, and to make sure the AAMS can't ever be influenced by threats. ))

It had been a routine trip to Stormwind for Bralox, his usual delivery of a flower to a Druid with an overly fond fascination with the Blue Recluse. Goldleaf, this time. On his way out of the city, Bralox had stopped to read the noticeboard. Perhaps a job for him was available! He stared in fascination. Sadly, none of the jobs mentioning orcs were flattering to the orcs mentioned. Pinned in the lower left corner of the Board outside the Blue Recluse, was an AAMS Ad, in all it's glory.Bralox's eyes went wide, and an idea crept into his mind. A scarce fifteen minutes later, as his Wyvern lifted off from the tree where he had left it, Bralox let out a cry of glee, the AAMS notice turned paper glider clutched firmly in his left hand, extended out as if it was flying on its own.