Post by Kalysta on Aug 26, 2004 9:35:47 GMT -5
::::a crumpled piece of parchment drifts aimlessly in the wind down a deserted Elven road, you reach up and are barely able to grasp it before a gust of wind much stronger than the last tries to wrench it from your hand::::
Dearest mother,
I cannot write to you for very long, for i still have many miles to travel before i rest. I've enchanted this paper as i was instructed in a small town north of Freeport, so with any luck it will reach you untouched, howere, as i told you in my last letter, i cannot tell you where i am for fear that father would have me dragged home, quite against my wishes. Sometimes that man makes me so angry! But i digress...
I am travelling mostly by night and sleeping in the days, as the wildlife i have encountered seem to be tame until nightfall. Please warn the elders in the council that i have heard tale of wolves, bears, rats, gators, and lions who walk like men!Not to mention that i overheard a goblin speaking of foul alliances between them and the orcs of our fair home. And then theres the talk in the westerlands of humans becoming disenchanted with the elven way of.. well lets be plain mother, our better than thou attitude.I just want you to know that im well and that i will see you again one day-with luck and Tunare's grace one day soon. Until then, please, keep speaking to the council, they need to know that their actions will only lead to our downfall one day...
With endless love, your daughter - Aer
P.S. I pray this letter finds you both well, i fear the worst though i havent heard any news of our fair land in quite some time.
::::as you read the last line the parchment drifts from your hand. it didnt seem to hold any information pertinant to your quest, and you are anxious to get on your way, so you watch for a moment as it takes to the breeze and then set off again, wondering to where it may have been headed. As you round the bend in the road, you see the charred remains of a small fishing settlement. Its eerily quiet, as though the dead hold the place in a vaccuum, no birds, no crickets (though dusk falls), nothing. Wanting not to linger any longer, you quicken your pace and continue on your journey, never noticing the slightly crumpled piece of parchment containing the heartfelt letter drifting to a stop beside the largest of the charred ruined structures. An almost inaudible sigh is heard on the wind, and then there is nothing::::
Dearest mother,
I cannot write to you for very long, for i still have many miles to travel before i rest. I've enchanted this paper as i was instructed in a small town north of Freeport, so with any luck it will reach you untouched, howere, as i told you in my last letter, i cannot tell you where i am for fear that father would have me dragged home, quite against my wishes. Sometimes that man makes me so angry! But i digress...
I am travelling mostly by night and sleeping in the days, as the wildlife i have encountered seem to be tame until nightfall. Please warn the elders in the council that i have heard tale of wolves, bears, rats, gators, and lions who walk like men!Not to mention that i overheard a goblin speaking of foul alliances between them and the orcs of our fair home. And then theres the talk in the westerlands of humans becoming disenchanted with the elven way of.. well lets be plain mother, our better than thou attitude.I just want you to know that im well and that i will see you again one day-with luck and Tunare's grace one day soon. Until then, please, keep speaking to the council, they need to know that their actions will only lead to our downfall one day...
With endless love, your daughter - Aer
P.S. I pray this letter finds you both well, i fear the worst though i havent heard any news of our fair land in quite some time.
::::as you read the last line the parchment drifts from your hand. it didnt seem to hold any information pertinant to your quest, and you are anxious to get on your way, so you watch for a moment as it takes to the breeze and then set off again, wondering to where it may have been headed. As you round the bend in the road, you see the charred remains of a small fishing settlement. Its eerily quiet, as though the dead hold the place in a vaccuum, no birds, no crickets (though dusk falls), nothing. Wanting not to linger any longer, you quicken your pace and continue on your journey, never noticing the slightly crumpled piece of parchment containing the heartfelt letter drifting to a stop beside the largest of the charred ruined structures. An almost inaudible sigh is heard on the wind, and then there is nothing::::
i try... i really owe you all alot for letting me join, this is one of, if not the best guild ive ever had the pleasure of being a part of...)
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