Dear Lucian,
I wanted to write you a letter to let you know that I may be out of touch for a while. It seems my duties are taking me to the Outlands, to the city of Sigil. Have you ever heard of it? Apparently, it's also known as the City of Doors. Kartharine told us that there are doors to all planes of existence there, or so it is rumored, and she needs us to go there and find something she wants. She seems to be a woman who wants many things that are...difficult to acquire.
In order to even know the general area where this new thing is located, my party and I had to go to visit the Elemental Weirds, and ask them where we could find it. That involved us undergoing four challenges based around each of the four elements. Some of them were more difficult than others, but it was certainly worth completing each just to meet the oracles. They were a spectacular sight to see. We were told by Kartharine that we would only be allowed to ask one question for the entire party, but it seems the Weirds were lonely, and they let us ask quite a few. I will admit, I wanted to ask what had happened to my family, or who they were, but with so many other things that were so much more necessary to know, I didn't feel right asking such a selfish question. Perhaps one day, I will know where it was I came from, and what events brought me to you, but I'm sure Pelor has his own time for revealing such things.
Anyway, I have no idea if I will be able to send you letters from Sigil, so I wanted to be sure I sent you one before I left. If there is any way to send you some, I swear to you I will write. If not, know that I'm safe, and I'll write to you when we return. Thank you again so much for the tent! I can't help but think of you every time I use it. My party has been much impressed by it, and I'm glad I can do something so nice for them. Thank you.
With Pelor's Grace,
Sunflower
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
The Shining One
Dear Lucian,
I'm sorry it's taken me so long to write, but my companions and I have been beyond busy these last few weeks. Our business in Fallo concluded, so we have been on the road and trying to keep off the main way. Now that we are in the small town of Calm, I finally have a chance to write. I have been so anxious to write you that I think I have composed this letter hundreds of times in my head!
First things first! Shortly before we left Fallo, I had a very mysterious dream. I was back home in Miel, and thought I heard you calling to me. I went into the sanctuary and saw you standing there, only it wasn't you. The man who turned to greet me was Pelor himself! He told me that my life of service to Him had pleased Him, and He wanted to reward me with special powers. He handed me a new holy symbol, and when I awoke, it was in my hands! I could hardly believe it. I'm still not quite sure what to make of it. It's hard to believe that I could have pleased Him so, as I've always felt like I could be doing more. Still, now you can see why I couldn't wait to write you!
After we left Fallo, we spent a lot of time on the road in the rain. We were warned that there might be people waiting to ambush us on our way back to Brindinsford, so we were advised to leave the main road, and travel through the woods with as much secrecy as we could muster. Rowan has been an amazing guide, and the going has been alright, if a little wet, and we haven't run in to any trouble to speak of.
Now we are in Calm, as I mentioned before. It's the most unbelievable place I have been to. Everyone here seems so happy, and nearly ageless. Apparently there is some power here that slows the physical aging process, and allows the townsfolk to look young until the end of their lives. I met Father Borgen, who works in the temple there, and he told me he feels very blessed to be doing Pelor's work in a place that is so conducive to it. Some of my companions were very unsettled by the town, and I can't say I blamed them. It was a little odd being somewhere where everyone is so pleasant, but soon it started to feel good, almost like home. Even Rowan gave up her suspicions and has begun to relax! Which I am grateful for, because I am told the breakfast here is quite good, and originally Rowan had wanted to just leave as fast as possible.
Now I must confess something to you that has been weighing on my heart these last few weeks. When you were an adventuring cleric, were there ever times when you just felt like a living medical kit? Don't take my words wrong, I love helping my party, and take pride in making sure they are healed and in good shape, but I know we are capable of so much more than just healing. Some days I feel relegated to patching up my team, and that I will never get a chance to do any more than that. Some days, it's hard not to lose heart. I hope reading this has not made you disappointed in me. I just needed to tell someone how I felt, and I hope that you more than anyone might understand the position I'm in. I can promise you that no matter how small a part I play, I still do my best.
Very soon now we'll be back in Brindinsford, and hopefully my business will be done and I can return to Miel to see you again. I still miss you so much. It's been hard not to, especially on days spent muddy and wet, only to spend the nights the same way. I often find myself lying awake at night, thinking about the temple, my own bed, and you. It will be so good to get home again. Until then, I hope you are still as well as the day we parted. Hopefully there won't be many more letters to write before I am home!
With Pelor's grace,
Sunflower
I'm sorry it's taken me so long to write, but my companions and I have been beyond busy these last few weeks. Our business in Fallo concluded, so we have been on the road and trying to keep off the main way. Now that we are in the small town of Calm, I finally have a chance to write. I have been so anxious to write you that I think I have composed this letter hundreds of times in my head!
First things first! Shortly before we left Fallo, I had a very mysterious dream. I was back home in Miel, and thought I heard you calling to me. I went into the sanctuary and saw you standing there, only it wasn't you. The man who turned to greet me was Pelor himself! He told me that my life of service to Him had pleased Him, and He wanted to reward me with special powers. He handed me a new holy symbol, and when I awoke, it was in my hands! I could hardly believe it. I'm still not quite sure what to make of it. It's hard to believe that I could have pleased Him so, as I've always felt like I could be doing more. Still, now you can see why I couldn't wait to write you!
After we left Fallo, we spent a lot of time on the road in the rain. We were warned that there might be people waiting to ambush us on our way back to Brindinsford, so we were advised to leave the main road, and travel through the woods with as much secrecy as we could muster. Rowan has been an amazing guide, and the going has been alright, if a little wet, and we haven't run in to any trouble to speak of.
Now we are in Calm, as I mentioned before. It's the most unbelievable place I have been to. Everyone here seems so happy, and nearly ageless. Apparently there is some power here that slows the physical aging process, and allows the townsfolk to look young until the end of their lives. I met Father Borgen, who works in the temple there, and he told me he feels very blessed to be doing Pelor's work in a place that is so conducive to it. Some of my companions were very unsettled by the town, and I can't say I blamed them. It was a little odd being somewhere where everyone is so pleasant, but soon it started to feel good, almost like home. Even Rowan gave up her suspicions and has begun to relax! Which I am grateful for, because I am told the breakfast here is quite good, and originally Rowan had wanted to just leave as fast as possible.
Now I must confess something to you that has been weighing on my heart these last few weeks. When you were an adventuring cleric, were there ever times when you just felt like a living medical kit? Don't take my words wrong, I love helping my party, and take pride in making sure they are healed and in good shape, but I know we are capable of so much more than just healing. Some days I feel relegated to patching up my team, and that I will never get a chance to do any more than that. Some days, it's hard not to lose heart. I hope reading this has not made you disappointed in me. I just needed to tell someone how I felt, and I hope that you more than anyone might understand the position I'm in. I can promise you that no matter how small a part I play, I still do my best.
Very soon now we'll be back in Brindinsford, and hopefully my business will be done and I can return to Miel to see you again. I still miss you so much. It's been hard not to, especially on days spent muddy and wet, only to spend the nights the same way. I often find myself lying awake at night, thinking about the temple, my own bed, and you. It will be so good to get home again. Until then, I hope you are still as well as the day we parted. Hopefully there won't be many more letters to write before I am home!
With Pelor's grace,
Sunflower
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Impatience
Dear Lucian,
I'm still here in Fallo, and my party and I are still having very little luck finding what we're looking for. Some days it feels like we'll be stuck forever in Fallo, chasing useless lead after useless lead. Every night and every morning I pray that Pelor will lend me his patience so I don't lose hope.
There seems to be some strange plot afoot involving a gang of evil men calling themselves the Jeredrakes. I've never heard of such a group before, but we captured a few of them and questioned them. They didn't tell us much, but it seems they were the ones who plotted to kidnap Lady Kitala, and they may also have what we have been sent by Kartharine to find. It seems that all we have to do now is find where these Jeredrakes are, but it's the finding that has been proving the hard part here in Fallo.
I'm sorry if I'm seeming to despair. I know I shouldn't give up so easily. I think part of me had hoped that this mission would be easy, and that by now I would be running up the temple steps to embrace you once again. Even though things are not going as any of us expected, I know that I promised to do this job, and I must see it through. Homesickness seems to have set in for me, and everything I am seeing now is seen through its veil. I promise to stay strong and continue to do my best. I will return to Miel, I'm just not certain of when. Until then, I am praying for us both.
With Pelor's grace,
Sunflower
Ps: I met the king of Fallo the other night at dinner, and he said he knows you! You never told me you knew the king! Some day you will have to tell me how it is you two came to meet.
I'm still here in Fallo, and my party and I are still having very little luck finding what we're looking for. Some days it feels like we'll be stuck forever in Fallo, chasing useless lead after useless lead. Every night and every morning I pray that Pelor will lend me his patience so I don't lose hope.
There seems to be some strange plot afoot involving a gang of evil men calling themselves the Jeredrakes. I've never heard of such a group before, but we captured a few of them and questioned them. They didn't tell us much, but it seems they were the ones who plotted to kidnap Lady Kitala, and they may also have what we have been sent by Kartharine to find. It seems that all we have to do now is find where these Jeredrakes are, but it's the finding that has been proving the hard part here in Fallo.
I'm sorry if I'm seeming to despair. I know I shouldn't give up so easily. I think part of me had hoped that this mission would be easy, and that by now I would be running up the temple steps to embrace you once again. Even though things are not going as any of us expected, I know that I promised to do this job, and I must see it through. Homesickness seems to have set in for me, and everything I am seeing now is seen through its veil. I promise to stay strong and continue to do my best. I will return to Miel, I'm just not certain of when. Until then, I am praying for us both.
With Pelor's grace,
Sunflower
Ps: I met the king of Fallo the other night at dinner, and he said he knows you! You never told me you knew the king! Some day you will have to tell me how it is you two came to meet.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
The Fortune is in The Telling
Dear Lucian,
Today is my first real day in Fallo, but there doesn't seem to be much room in our schedule for sightseeing. We need to focus all our efforts on finding this Daystar fellow for Kartharine. So we set out around town to ask if anyone had seen him, or knew where he might have gone.
Before we really got going, however, we decided to visit the Royal Temple and collect our reward for escorting Marchioness Kitala to her mother. While we were there, we were given a tour of the temple, and had some of its history explained to us. As you probably remember, the Royal Temple serves no god in particular, yet it still has clerics. It is almost unfathomable to me how someone could serve no god directly, yet still be granted divine magic. I wonder exactly how that works?
In our wanderings after leaving the temple, Rowan and I split off from the group, and we were able to discover a few pieces in the puzzle of what happened to our man. As it turns out, shortly before he disappeared, he was accused of murder, and arrested. He also apparently sought a book from a private collection. I'm unsure as to whether or not he managed to acquire it before his arrest.
As we were making our way back to our inn, Rowan and I were stopped by a woman wanting to tell our fortunes. I'm never sure how much stock to put in these sorts of things, but she seemed to know quite a few things from simply looking at my palm. She told Rowan that the man we are seeking is alive and to the south, and that what he sought was simply the tip of something much larger, something that could start a great war.
Against my better judgment, I asked her if she could tell me anything about my real parents. I know it does no good to dwell on things that are long since past, but you know I have always been curious as to what brought me to you in the first place. My answer was quite vague, but the fortune teller seemed to think that my family was bad and it was a good thing that I had been removed from them, and that I shouldn't dwell on what might have been. There is, apparently, more to a person than their family. Still, I just can't help but wonder what exactly happened to them, and who exactly they were. Maybe some day Pelor will see fit to show me the answers that I seek. Until then, I am glad with what he has given me up to this point.
At the moment, Rowan and I are waiting for the rest of our party to return. I am hoping they have come up with more information that we have. We are scheduled to meet with some of Kartharine's friends for dinner tonight, and maybe they will be able to help us discover more.
It looks like our companions are starting to return, so I had better finish up. I hope all is well at home. I miss you and keep you in my prayers always. I promise to write again as soon as possible. Please take care until then.
With Pelor's grace,
Sunflower
Today is my first real day in Fallo, but there doesn't seem to be much room in our schedule for sightseeing. We need to focus all our efforts on finding this Daystar fellow for Kartharine. So we set out around town to ask if anyone had seen him, or knew where he might have gone.
Before we really got going, however, we decided to visit the Royal Temple and collect our reward for escorting Marchioness Kitala to her mother. While we were there, we were given a tour of the temple, and had some of its history explained to us. As you probably remember, the Royal Temple serves no god in particular, yet it still has clerics. It is almost unfathomable to me how someone could serve no god directly, yet still be granted divine magic. I wonder exactly how that works?
In our wanderings after leaving the temple, Rowan and I split off from the group, and we were able to discover a few pieces in the puzzle of what happened to our man. As it turns out, shortly before he disappeared, he was accused of murder, and arrested. He also apparently sought a book from a private collection. I'm unsure as to whether or not he managed to acquire it before his arrest.
As we were making our way back to our inn, Rowan and I were stopped by a woman wanting to tell our fortunes. I'm never sure how much stock to put in these sorts of things, but she seemed to know quite a few things from simply looking at my palm. She told Rowan that the man we are seeking is alive and to the south, and that what he sought was simply the tip of something much larger, something that could start a great war.
Against my better judgment, I asked her if she could tell me anything about my real parents. I know it does no good to dwell on things that are long since past, but you know I have always been curious as to what brought me to you in the first place. My answer was quite vague, but the fortune teller seemed to think that my family was bad and it was a good thing that I had been removed from them, and that I shouldn't dwell on what might have been. There is, apparently, more to a person than their family. Still, I just can't help but wonder what exactly happened to them, and who exactly they were. Maybe some day Pelor will see fit to show me the answers that I seek. Until then, I am glad with what he has given me up to this point.
At the moment, Rowan and I are waiting for the rest of our party to return. I am hoping they have come up with more information that we have. We are scheduled to meet with some of Kartharine's friends for dinner tonight, and maybe they will be able to help us discover more.
It looks like our companions are starting to return, so I had better finish up. I hope all is well at home. I miss you and keep you in my prayers always. I promise to write again as soon as possible. Please take care until then.
With Pelor's grace,
Sunflower
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Good Night and Good Luck
Dear Lucian,
I'm writing to you from the royal city of Fallo. It looks like we will be here for a while, and I think I'm glad for that. On our way here, we stopped in the City of Night Falls. It's just as the stories tell it to be. The whole town is devoted to the business of death and burial. The graveyard there is as nice as any I have ever seen, and even after all these years of use, still so empty. It's not hard to see why it is a popular place.
A priest named Arathex had been entombed there long ago, and it was rumored that when he died, his spirit was possessed with a great evil. I'm unsure if you've heard the story or not, but I will spare you the details save to say that the rumor was true. Shortly after we arrived at Night Falls, the wraith was set free, and my party and I were asked to seal him away once more. We did one better and destroyed him all together, but not before he touched me. I know you know how awful that feels. I had only heard others talk about it, and now I know what they were talking about. I hope to never feel such a terrible thing again, though I suppose that's a lot to ask when one is a cleric of Pelor.
On our way from Night Falls to Fallo, we saved a young woman named Katala, who is the Marchioness of somewhere. It escapes me at the moment. Her carriage was ambushed by a gang of wayward rangers. Since the fight resulted in the death of most of her escorts, we were asked to help take her the rest of the way to Fallo.
Last night I also had a talk with the head of our party, Rowan Liadon. I think you two must know each other. She claims to have met you when she was in Miel with her old party. Did you know that she and Potter fell in love with each other? It all seems very sad to me. However, Rowan has promised to return to Miel with me when this mission is over. I'm very excited for her, and I think I'll be glad to have the company on the road home. She also told me that her old party had a cleric of Pelor who was also a gnome, and also an orphan. If you have indeed met Rowan, then perhaps you met him as well? Rowan said he died defending the temple in Brindinsford. I would have liked to have met him.
Ah, look at me, going on about nothing! I know you must be busy, and haven't the time to read page after page of my foolish thoughts. Talking with Rowan about Miel made me a little homesick, though I am enjoying myself so far. I look forward to returning home and seeing you again. I'll keep you in my prayers, as always, and hope you are well. I'll write again when I get the chance.
With Pelor's grace,
Sunflower
I'm writing to you from the royal city of Fallo. It looks like we will be here for a while, and I think I'm glad for that. On our way here, we stopped in the City of Night Falls. It's just as the stories tell it to be. The whole town is devoted to the business of death and burial. The graveyard there is as nice as any I have ever seen, and even after all these years of use, still so empty. It's not hard to see why it is a popular place.
A priest named Arathex had been entombed there long ago, and it was rumored that when he died, his spirit was possessed with a great evil. I'm unsure if you've heard the story or not, but I will spare you the details save to say that the rumor was true. Shortly after we arrived at Night Falls, the wraith was set free, and my party and I were asked to seal him away once more. We did one better and destroyed him all together, but not before he touched me. I know you know how awful that feels. I had only heard others talk about it, and now I know what they were talking about. I hope to never feel such a terrible thing again, though I suppose that's a lot to ask when one is a cleric of Pelor.
On our way from Night Falls to Fallo, we saved a young woman named Katala, who is the Marchioness of somewhere. It escapes me at the moment. Her carriage was ambushed by a gang of wayward rangers. Since the fight resulted in the death of most of her escorts, we were asked to help take her the rest of the way to Fallo.
Last night I also had a talk with the head of our party, Rowan Liadon. I think you two must know each other. She claims to have met you when she was in Miel with her old party. Did you know that she and Potter fell in love with each other? It all seems very sad to me. However, Rowan has promised to return to Miel with me when this mission is over. I'm very excited for her, and I think I'll be glad to have the company on the road home. She also told me that her old party had a cleric of Pelor who was also a gnome, and also an orphan. If you have indeed met Rowan, then perhaps you met him as well? Rowan said he died defending the temple in Brindinsford. I would have liked to have met him.
Ah, look at me, going on about nothing! I know you must be busy, and haven't the time to read page after page of my foolish thoughts. Talking with Rowan about Miel made me a little homesick, though I am enjoying myself so far. I look forward to returning home and seeing you again. I'll keep you in my prayers, as always, and hope you are well. I'll write again when I get the chance.
With Pelor's grace,
Sunflower
Monday, May 19, 2008
An Unexpected Request
Dear Lucian,
I'm writing to let you know that there's been a slight change in my travel plans. I know one of the priests here said he would send a letter to you explaining the nature of my continued absence, but I wanted to send you a personal letter as well.
Things here have been really busy. The temple had to be put back pretty much from scratch, and I have been spending every waking hour(as well as some I should have been sleeping) healing, consecrating, blessing, purifying, and anything else I have been asked to do to put things back to normal. I am fairly confident that things will start falling back into a good rhythm before long, and hopefully the people here in Brindinsford will be able to put this catastrophe behind them.
I was planning to return home in a few days, when I was approached with an offer. Apparently, a woman from the University here is putting together a team of adventurers to retrieve something she's lost. The priests here thought I would be a good candidate for the job, especially since they don't have any folks here to spare. They said you wouldn't mind, and I'm inclined to agree. Besides, what good is a group of adventurers without someone to keep them patched up? Also it gives me a good opportunity to take the good word on the road. It might be nice to see places I have never even thought of going before, and it'll give me a good chance to put my training to use.
I am sorry I won't be returning home to see you first, though. I miss you dearly, and I am starting to miss home. Ah well. I've been told it should be a short mission, so maybe I will be home sooner than I think. I'm sure you are managing to keep things in good order without me. Still, you are in my thoughts and prayers always. I promise to try to write you as often as I can. Try hard not to worry!
With Pelor's grace,
Sunflower
I'm writing to let you know that there's been a slight change in my travel plans. I know one of the priests here said he would send a letter to you explaining the nature of my continued absence, but I wanted to send you a personal letter as well.
Things here have been really busy. The temple had to be put back pretty much from scratch, and I have been spending every waking hour(as well as some I should have been sleeping) healing, consecrating, blessing, purifying, and anything else I have been asked to do to put things back to normal. I am fairly confident that things will start falling back into a good rhythm before long, and hopefully the people here in Brindinsford will be able to put this catastrophe behind them.
I was planning to return home in a few days, when I was approached with an offer. Apparently, a woman from the University here is putting together a team of adventurers to retrieve something she's lost. The priests here thought I would be a good candidate for the job, especially since they don't have any folks here to spare. They said you wouldn't mind, and I'm inclined to agree. Besides, what good is a group of adventurers without someone to keep them patched up? Also it gives me a good opportunity to take the good word on the road. It might be nice to see places I have never even thought of going before, and it'll give me a good chance to put my training to use.
I am sorry I won't be returning home to see you first, though. I miss you dearly, and I am starting to miss home. Ah well. I've been told it should be a short mission, so maybe I will be home sooner than I think. I'm sure you are managing to keep things in good order without me. Still, you are in my thoughts and prayers always. I promise to try to write you as often as I can. Try hard not to worry!
With Pelor's grace,
Sunflower
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