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
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
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
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