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Post subject: Letter to Gawr care of Mirith Bank
 Posted: Aug 07, 2012 - 02:58 AM
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Joined: Oct 07, 2011
Posts: 144
Location: Usually close to something that can be punched!
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Day 67 of the Red Moon, Year of the Goddess 438
Dear husband,
I am safe back home and hope you are not partaking of too many Mirith Pale Ales!
The road to the green portal was not safe and I wish the Mirith authorities would do something about it! I had to kill a Harpie, an Air Elemental, a Giant Spider, two Blink Hounds and a Giant before I could reach the portal! During my skirmishes I met a nice miner in the name of Astolfo and asked him to stay safe on his raft until I cleared the mess by the second bridge.
When the Brackens heard I was back in town they called for their brethern and tried to give me a hard time. Then I had the pleasant surprise of a visit from my partner in crime, Terliyne, so we went together for a walk through the woods. We were minding our own business when five Pixies attacked us and called us all sorts of names! We got really angry with them especially when they told Terliyne she is fat and ugly - why, such a pretty young cleric as was ever seen! Aunt Fuoco heard the commotion and came to check on us. She gave Terliyne her bow and some arrows in case of further trouble and sure enough, as soon as she took leave of us, five more Pixies came to attack us.
We are planning now a visit to the cemetery as I have been gone a long time and Goddess knows what the undead have been up to in my absence!
Send me word of when to expect you back home!
Affectionately yours,
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Post subject: RE: Letter to Gawr care of Mirith Bank
Posted: Aug 09, 2012 - 09:16 AM
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Joined: Nov 16, 2010
Posts: 6
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Dear Cleric Rosina
I expect you are wondering why I am writing this letter to you. I will explain. Late last night or rather, early this morning I was accosted in the stables by none other than your delightfully chatty husband. By "chatty" please read "drunk-as-a-skunk"!
He stumbled in, stinking of grog and made quite the commotion in tripping over the various bales of hay while kicking one of our feeding troughs in the process! He disturbed all the creatures from their slumber including me and then had the audacity to "shush" us!! As soon as he spotted me curled up in the corner (pretending to be asleep) he came over all cheery, whacking me over the head saying "Lovely little pixie pie". I wasn't sure if he was going to hug me to death or eat me!!! Of course I told the brute to, "get off me" in my usual manner and he seemed to calm down a bit. If I'm honest, I suppose I felt a bit sorry for him. By this point he was slumped on the floor, semi-comatose and muttering something about a letter. After some scratching and shifting about, he rather decidedly attempted to put pen to paper but couldn't find anything solid and flat enough to use as a writing surface. First he tried one of the bales of hay. That was no good. Then he tried using one of the Tuskers but they kept moving about saying it was too ticklish. Finally the imbecile tries to use the trough, "Gawr, no one can write on water you fool! Give me that pen" and I snatched it off him along with the dripping parchment.
He wanted to dictate some mushy garbage so I'll let him think that is what I've written. It's all I could do to get him to go to sleep!! Anyway he's having a fun time beating the locals at drinking games down the House of Blues and singing fighter songs. He says he'll see you soon and not to worry. The sooner the better is what I say!
Blodyn Bach |
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Post subject: Missive to a drunken fighter
Posted: Sep 19, 2012 - 02:16 PM
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Joined: Feb 19, 2008
Posts: 881
Location: London
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Dat 70 of the Red Moon, Andris
The wizard takes delivery of a rather sorry looking roll of parchment, which the messenger announces is addressed to Rosina. The cleric has, however, departed on a walking trip (she had muttered something to her aunt about the Volcano area) and the wizard is uncertain what to do.
She looks at the parchment and observes that the peculiar seal has come undone - it also feels sticky to the touch. "What on earth was used to seal this missive with?" Fuoco smells her fingers and, betraying some astonishment, exclaims "Goodness gracious! This smells like candied apple!". She does not know whether the letter contains anything urgent but, given the difficulty of finding her niece at this moment in time, she casts any scruples aside and flattens the roll.
"Just as well I opened it and not Rosie! It is bad enough that the Pixies here know her as the terror of Andris and mimic her in front of me, not to mention the embarrassment when her loud shout was heard within walls, the day she found that her ability to combat magic creatures had improved. The City of Andris, possibly as a token of respect for my position, played a fanfare and sent somebody to deliver a bottle of Champagne. All I need now is to see my niece storming into Mirith and causing a commotion there!"
The wizard angrily departs for the inn and sits down to prepare a message to the fighter, care of the Mirith Bank.
Dear Gawr,
You are lucky that your wife is currently away from town. Sober up immediately and return to Andris, Your presence will soon be required for a mission at Nystral's Tower and it is paramount that you have your wits about you.
PS: You will have to explain to me how you got in such a bad state to the point of getting Fixx's Pixie to write on your behalf!
A not very impressed,
Fuoco |
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