The Bravery of Being Out of Range – Marto – 20.02.2024
Jul 23, 2024 11:22:37 GMT
Velania Kalugina, stephena, and 1 more like this
Post by Marto Copperkettle on Jul 23, 2024 11:22:37 GMT
Dear Ma & Pa (& Merla),
I realised I never sent you this letter and now — as months have passed and a great many things have changed — I am re-writing it. Consider this the first part of a story that will conclude in another letter I will send in a day or two.
You recall my friend Sorrel? She accompanied me and those who went to the Hells a couple years ago. Well, she was having her own family troubles. Some not very kind people were trying to hunt for her sisters and they were trying to get to her via her father. She was still estranged from him at the time — this was back in Flamerule of this year — but it was still something she would not let be, not when her sisters were the true targets of this group’s desires.
Velania, Beets, and a new face, an arcanist by the name of Calla Prim, were asked by Sorrel to help her reach a particular destination in the Dawnlands by a certain time. The standard “do this or else” ultimatums the baddies are always fond of. It was further complicated because it turns out Sorrel’s mom owed a debt to this baddie’s organisation. But Sorrel’s mom had passed on, and the only name down on this organisation’s list to square away this “debt” was Sorrels.
I know. Quite overly complicated. Which does match the woman herself. Sorrel I mean. But she’s a good one and there was no way Velania or I would let her stand alone against this coming tide.
There was a fight. These things always come to such things. Don’t worry, all of us were fine, no lasting injuries.
It was after the fight that the true answers came.
The reason for the trek, the reason they demanded we bring Sorrel’s sisters (yes, they were with us, but we kept them safe and they did not get hurt, please don’t worry), the reason this baddie wanted to get them back… it was all a power play.
See, Sorrel used to be part of this big organisation, one that specialises in… Specialists. Sorrel’s really good at what she does. She got that way because her parents sold her to this place before she was born. Yeah. I know. It’s awful. There are a lot of awful people out there, as we know. But just because awful things happen to someone doesn’t make them an awful person. I also know that, by the end of things, her parents came to see the error of their choices.
But that didn’t happen until later.
The man who became a surrogate father to Sorrel was in danger. He was most likely to become the next Head Honcho if you will of the organisation. But someone else wanted that position. And what better way to guarantee it than to get three girls who have a touch of the divine, maybe even a bit of prophetic visions to them, to seal the deal?
We weren’t going to let that happen. But that part of things happened a few months later.
Think I’ll leave things here for now. Give my best to Merla. I know she’s in the best of hands Ma, Pa. I love you both. And Fog sends his love too.
Marto, Fionn & Gwenaël
I realised I never sent you this letter and now — as months have passed and a great many things have changed — I am re-writing it. Consider this the first part of a story that will conclude in another letter I will send in a day or two.
You recall my friend Sorrel? She accompanied me and those who went to the Hells a couple years ago. Well, she was having her own family troubles. Some not very kind people were trying to hunt for her sisters and they were trying to get to her via her father. She was still estranged from him at the time — this was back in Flamerule of this year — but it was still something she would not let be, not when her sisters were the true targets of this group’s desires.
Velania, Beets, and a new face, an arcanist by the name of Calla Prim, were asked by Sorrel to help her reach a particular destination in the Dawnlands by a certain time. The standard “do this or else” ultimatums the baddies are always fond of. It was further complicated because it turns out Sorrel’s mom owed a debt to this baddie’s organisation. But Sorrel’s mom had passed on, and the only name down on this organisation’s list to square away this “debt” was Sorrels.
I know. Quite overly complicated. Which does match the woman herself. Sorrel I mean. But she’s a good one and there was no way Velania or I would let her stand alone against this coming tide.
There was a fight. These things always come to such things. Don’t worry, all of us were fine, no lasting injuries.
It was after the fight that the true answers came.
The reason for the trek, the reason they demanded we bring Sorrel’s sisters (yes, they were with us, but we kept them safe and they did not get hurt, please don’t worry), the reason this baddie wanted to get them back… it was all a power play.
See, Sorrel used to be part of this big organisation, one that specialises in… Specialists. Sorrel’s really good at what she does. She got that way because her parents sold her to this place before she was born. Yeah. I know. It’s awful. There are a lot of awful people out there, as we know. But just because awful things happen to someone doesn’t make them an awful person. I also know that, by the end of things, her parents came to see the error of their choices.
But that didn’t happen until later.
The man who became a surrogate father to Sorrel was in danger. He was most likely to become the next Head Honcho if you will of the organisation. But someone else wanted that position. And what better way to guarantee it than to get three girls who have a touch of the divine, maybe even a bit of prophetic visions to them, to seal the deal?
We weren’t going to let that happen. But that part of things happened a few months later.
Think I’ll leave things here for now. Give my best to Merla. I know she’s in the best of hands Ma, Pa. I love you both. And Fog sends his love too.
Marto, Fionn & Gwenaël