From son to father
Jan 9, 2022 22:09:26 GMT
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Post by Derthaad on Jan 9, 2022 22:09:26 GMT
"Excuse me, do you guys do deliveries to the mainland Faerün?"
It's early in the morning in DH as the sun barely started shining over the walls and across the streets, showering Derthaad with as little warmth at it can muster in the bitter cold of winter morning as he sits at the entrance to Daring Heights' postal office. It is the last day of the year.
"Yeah, a shipment will leave in a few days. We wait 2-3 days more than usual at the turn of the year. People who come to Kantas aren't that keen on getting in touch to whatever they leave back there, but during Midwinter, a lot of people like to send correspondence and other gifts back. It will most likely arrive... around the end of Hammer's first tenday."
Derthaad hands over what seems to be a plain letter with a stamp and a sender and recipient, but no address however. It reads:
To:
Oltiah Tazzavur
From:
Derthaad Tazzavur
"There's no address on it."
"It is fine. I only need it to get to Waterdeep's postal office. The recipient will pick it up himself."
~ the letter contains the following:
It's early in the morning in DH as the sun barely started shining over the walls and across the streets, showering Derthaad with as little warmth at it can muster in the bitter cold of winter morning as he sits at the entrance to Daring Heights' postal office. It is the last day of the year.
"Yeah, a shipment will leave in a few days. We wait 2-3 days more than usual at the turn of the year. People who come to Kantas aren't that keen on getting in touch to whatever they leave back there, but during Midwinter, a lot of people like to send correspondence and other gifts back. It will most likely arrive... around the end of Hammer's first tenday."
Derthaad hands over what seems to be a plain letter with a stamp and a sender and recipient, but no address however. It reads:
To:
Oltiah Tazzavur
From:
Derthaad Tazzavur
"There's no address on it."
"It is fine. I only need it to get to Waterdeep's postal office. The recipient will pick it up himself."
~ the letter contains the following:
Hello Father,
It's that time of the year again. This letter will most likely reach you a couple days late, so I apologize for the delay.
I know I should have sent you a letter when I first left for this place. But they found me. I nearly got another squad killed again due to it.
The local priest came to my house one evening. At first I dismissed him, but he introduced himself as the brother to a merchant whos life was save by me and my squad. The priest saw that I was stressed and, as a thank you, offered me a place at his chapel where I can seek guidance and place to talk about my burdens. I told him that I do not think it could work since whatever belief I have, it was towards Mistra. 'It does not matter' he said. 'Our temple will aid anyone in need, no matter their beliefs.' Reluctantly, I accepted his offer. I really wanted someone with whom I can talk to. That week's end, I went to the chapel. At the entrance, as if waiting for me, the priest was there. He introduced himself as brother Marvo. He too was an adventurer at some point, but his clergy duty was more important, for him and for the community. The discussion started like any other 'what's bothering you', continued with 'have you tried praying'. But then, as if he knew, as if I have handed him my life's autobiography, he asked about my past. But not just any part of it, but what happened 10 years ago, when my judgement led my squad to their deaths. I excused myself and went home. That night, the nightmares returned, the memories of that event resurfaced. And they didn't go away, they kept coming every other day and, due to fatigue, it almost happened again. In my lack of judgement, I nearly got my squad captured and executed.
I knew that something had to be done. Deep inside, I knew that somehow I had to leave Faerün behind, I had to leave this past behind me already.
And thus I ran and came here, in Kantas.
It is nice here. Daring Heights, a massive city with so many different races. It feels more diverse and lively even than Waterdeep. I managed to get my job back in the city watch, and I even picked up adventuring. Apparently it's the norm here. Yes, it does have high risk of getting oneself killed, but it pays well and, as of just two tendays, I also helped in stopping reality from collapsing in on itself as two guys tried to become gods. I know that last part seems hard to believe, I hardly believe it myself.
However, I am scared.
I didn't join adventuring just out of boredom. I joined adventuring so that I wouldn't be sent to command another squad. I joined so that I may not be the one entirely responsible when things go south. I don't a repeat of that event. I have befriended many strong and capable individuals, or other adventurers who also came to escape their past. However, even with all of these new friends who, without missing a heartbeat, would go into hell itself if it meant saving me, deeply, I feel more alone than ever. And I still feel scared at times.
It's been 10 years since I left home, since we've seen each other face to face, and I should be used with this by now, but coming here, the distance from home, has made me feel even more lonely.
With love,
Your son Derthaad.
It's that time of the year again. This letter will most likely reach you a couple days late, so I apologize for the delay.
I know I should have sent you a letter when I first left for this place. But they found me. I nearly got another squad killed again due to it.
The local priest came to my house one evening. At first I dismissed him, but he introduced himself as the brother to a merchant whos life was save by me and my squad. The priest saw that I was stressed and, as a thank you, offered me a place at his chapel where I can seek guidance and place to talk about my burdens. I told him that I do not think it could work since whatever belief I have, it was towards Mistra. 'It does not matter' he said. 'Our temple will aid anyone in need, no matter their beliefs.' Reluctantly, I accepted his offer. I really wanted someone with whom I can talk to. That week's end, I went to the chapel. At the entrance, as if waiting for me, the priest was there. He introduced himself as brother Marvo. He too was an adventurer at some point, but his clergy duty was more important, for him and for the community. The discussion started like any other 'what's bothering you', continued with 'have you tried praying'. But then, as if he knew, as if I have handed him my life's autobiography, he asked about my past. But not just any part of it, but what happened 10 years ago, when my judgement led my squad to their deaths. I excused myself and went home. That night, the nightmares returned, the memories of that event resurfaced. And they didn't go away, they kept coming every other day and, due to fatigue, it almost happened again. In my lack of judgement, I nearly got my squad captured and executed.
I knew that something had to be done. Deep inside, I knew that somehow I had to leave Faerün behind, I had to leave this past behind me already.
And thus I ran and came here, in Kantas.
It is nice here. Daring Heights, a massive city with so many different races. It feels more diverse and lively even than Waterdeep. I managed to get my job back in the city watch, and I even picked up adventuring. Apparently it's the norm here. Yes, it does have high risk of getting oneself killed, but it pays well and, as of just two tendays, I also helped in stopping reality from collapsing in on itself as two guys tried to become gods. I know that last part seems hard to believe, I hardly believe it myself.
However, I am scared.
I didn't join adventuring just out of boredom. I joined adventuring so that I wouldn't be sent to command another squad. I joined so that I may not be the one entirely responsible when things go south. I don't a repeat of that event. I have befriended many strong and capable individuals, or other adventurers who also came to escape their past. However, even with all of these new friends who, without missing a heartbeat, would go into hell itself if it meant saving me, deeply, I feel more alone than ever. And I still feel scared at times.
It's been 10 years since I left home, since we've seen each other face to face, and I should be used with this by now, but coming here, the distance from home, has made me feel even more lonely.
With love,
Your son Derthaad.