Four Letters - 23/05/23 - Calla Prim
May 22, 2023 23:12:57 GMT
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Post by dee on May 22, 2023 23:12:57 GMT
Cechec,
As per our recent conversation on the streets of Daring Heights, circumstance demands that I must step away from my guardianship of Mittens rather earlier than expected. I worry that he is increasingly enamoured with the Feywild and the creatures therein, and will not trust in my protection from them. To that end, I ask that you make good on your kind offer to keep an eye on the boy. Discretely, if you can. And I suspect, increasingly, that you can.
If (in my absence) things should become desperate before Mittens avails himself of my aid (and I suspect, increasingly, that it will), come find me in Port Ffirst.
I’ll heed your call.
Calla Prim.
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To Jenna Archelson,
In case no one else has, I’ve identified the sword in your plaza. Best not touch it. I’ve informed the relevant authority of its history and preferences and have no doubt they’ll be along to inspect it in short order.
Kind Regards,
Calla Prim
C/o Daring Academy, Geography Dept.
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To Seraphina,
c/o the Church of Selûne,
Apologies for my brevity, this letter is written in transit, and I do not know when I will be able to deliver it.
Some weeks back we worked together to resanctify a temple in the wild, and remove a troubling curse from our travelling companion, one Nakia Bak. In that pursuit we had a brief conversation about faith, and how mine has some overlap with yours. To that end, this letter. This last week has been taxing in the extreme, but not without rewards, one of which may be of substantial interest to both you and your church.
The sword that currently occupies Portal Plaza is, as many may have already gathered, ancient. What few, if any, know, is its provenance. Prior to leaving Daring Heights for New Hillborrow I took the proper precautions and bridged the gap between my power and that within the blade: a truly exhausting exercise that cannot be recommended, and one which now makes my following journey that much harder.
Here is what I know: that weapon has been a tool of war for centuries, if not millennia, against creatures of true nightmare. Dedicated not just to Selûne, but one of her angels. An Archangel, no less, in Je’Sathriel. The blade is theirs, and named Anguirel, the Iron of Eternity. It wishes to be left alone, and for my part I am more than happy to grant that wish. However, these things rarely show up without cause, and although I might be content to ignore the thing entirely, best someone with a more active interest be made aware.
I trust that you’ll inform the proper parties, or not, as your wisdom provides.
Good luck, may your goddess smile down upon you,
Calla P.
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Dear Orianna,
It has been a week.
In reverse order: nearly got murdered by a mirror version of myself, twice, in the Feywild (of course) while trying to protect a ring (sketch attached) belonging to none other than the Queen of Air and Darkness from the newly resurgent Wildhunt. Secondly, got turned into a sheep courtesy of Wild Magic. Not my fave. Thirdly, a truly draining brush with the divine: that weapon in Portal Plaza is not to be fucked with, and belongs to an archangel, would you believe. Lastly, I met the gentleman you mentioned while we travelled together in the City of Brass.
The sheep thing I am mostly over, the sword issue I’ve passed on to a friend in the church of Selûne. The ring, I do not know what to do about, nor who to talk to about it, but both will have to wait until after a quick investigation into some odd goings on in the Hung Rabbit. The gentleman? I think you and I will need a conversation about him. And more-so, where he is, and why.
If you want to find him, know that I am an invested companion for that particular journey. I have never been one to shy away from a closed door.
All the best, your friend,
Calla
As per our recent conversation on the streets of Daring Heights, circumstance demands that I must step away from my guardianship of Mittens rather earlier than expected. I worry that he is increasingly enamoured with the Feywild and the creatures therein, and will not trust in my protection from them. To that end, I ask that you make good on your kind offer to keep an eye on the boy. Discretely, if you can. And I suspect, increasingly, that you can.
If (in my absence) things should become desperate before Mittens avails himself of my aid (and I suspect, increasingly, that it will), come find me in Port Ffirst.
I’ll heed your call.
Calla Prim.
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To Jenna Archelson,
In case no one else has, I’ve identified the sword in your plaza. Best not touch it. I’ve informed the relevant authority of its history and preferences and have no doubt they’ll be along to inspect it in short order.
Kind Regards,
Calla Prim
C/o Daring Academy, Geography Dept.
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To Seraphina,
c/o the Church of Selûne,
Apologies for my brevity, this letter is written in transit, and I do not know when I will be able to deliver it.
Some weeks back we worked together to resanctify a temple in the wild, and remove a troubling curse from our travelling companion, one Nakia Bak. In that pursuit we had a brief conversation about faith, and how mine has some overlap with yours. To that end, this letter. This last week has been taxing in the extreme, but not without rewards, one of which may be of substantial interest to both you and your church.
The sword that currently occupies Portal Plaza is, as many may have already gathered, ancient. What few, if any, know, is its provenance. Prior to leaving Daring Heights for New Hillborrow I took the proper precautions and bridged the gap between my power and that within the blade: a truly exhausting exercise that cannot be recommended, and one which now makes my following journey that much harder.
Here is what I know: that weapon has been a tool of war for centuries, if not millennia, against creatures of true nightmare. Dedicated not just to Selûne, but one of her angels. An Archangel, no less, in Je’Sathriel. The blade is theirs, and named Anguirel, the Iron of Eternity. It wishes to be left alone, and for my part I am more than happy to grant that wish. However, these things rarely show up without cause, and although I might be content to ignore the thing entirely, best someone with a more active interest be made aware.
I trust that you’ll inform the proper parties, or not, as your wisdom provides.
Good luck, may your goddess smile down upon you,
Calla P.
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Dear Orianna,
It has been a week.
In reverse order: nearly got murdered by a mirror version of myself, twice, in the Feywild (of course) while trying to protect a ring (sketch attached) belonging to none other than the Queen of Air and Darkness from the newly resurgent Wildhunt. Secondly, got turned into a sheep courtesy of Wild Magic. Not my fave. Thirdly, a truly draining brush with the divine: that weapon in Portal Plaza is not to be fucked with, and belongs to an archangel, would you believe. Lastly, I met the gentleman you mentioned while we travelled together in the City of Brass.
The sheep thing I am mostly over, the sword issue I’ve passed on to a friend in the church of Selûne. The ring, I do not know what to do about, nor who to talk to about it, but both will have to wait until after a quick investigation into some odd goings on in the Hung Rabbit. The gentleman? I think you and I will need a conversation about him. And more-so, where he is, and why.
If you want to find him, know that I am an invested companion for that particular journey. I have never been one to shy away from a closed door.
All the best, your friend,
Calla