Post by Fleda of the Fang on Sept 3, 2013 22:16:15 GMT
The next time you (Miss Perkins) check your mail in the city of Freeport, you will find a weather worn letter waiting your attention. It is coiled into a loose roll, tied practically with a length of painfully unimpressive twine. The letter itself, while its end result is composed well and has almost snobby language, consists of several more pages than absolutely necessary because of so many words and full sentences being scribbled out messily.
Miss Melda,
Greetings from the Yesadi Sultanate, and the Asahara Desert. Some months ago you were in this land, and spent time with my Master and myself. Knowing that your life goals have you traveling across the world I doubt these letters will reach you in good time, but eventually they will and I wish to establish a line of communication with you. There were many things my Master spoke of with you, I'm sure, and he is disappointed that he was unable to assist you in finding your path and reason. In light of your visit he has since embarked on his own journey in an attempt to make something of the puzzles you must have posed to him. As Druids it is our responsibility to ease the burdens of the lives around us, and teach them to respect and thrive in the world they live. Before he left he told me to contact you and keep tabs on you. Perhaps through this we may also learn from one another a sense of the opposite sides of Magic.
Here in the Asahara there is not much but the beauty of emptiness and the powers of Wind and Sun. But the desert and her surrounding lands lock away many secrets. While my Master did not divulge most of what was spoken between you, I have decided that by aligning myself with the Yesadi I might have a better chance at exploring the wilds in safety. Through this I hope to perhaps uncover information for you that would prove useful, so I will keep you updated on anything I find from here on. Also, if you find any information which you cannot decipher yourself on your travels, consider me a council. I will do my best to interpret, and advise you on whatever you ask of me. To me you seemed in obvious distress, and as I said, it is a Druid's obligation to promote equality in both the forces that fight within us all as well as the forces that fight outside of us in Nature.
I go now myself into a world I left long ago. I'm sure you noticed that my Master and I do not enjoy too much the social complexities of others outside our order. But with the expansion of the Yesadi Sultanate, and the sudden disappearance of my Master, it has fallen on my shoulders to attempt to educate these citizens on the ways of the forbidding world around them. I fear they are feeling too comfortable with the hills and plains and desert, and tensions within Nature itself are growing higher as this city moves ever farther into it. Soon Nature will lash back at them, and without any kind of representation they could be crushed beneath the glaring Sun. Again, as I delve back into the social structure of the other humanoids, I will keep my eyes and ears open for any information that may prove useful to your search.
I will close this letter with a prayer that the Wind remain ever at your back, and Water always find its way to your tongue.
Shievik
The end of the letter, in addition to Shievik's signature, is a distinct pawprint beside it. To anyone it would look like a dog's print. To a trained eye it is obviously that of a Hyena.
Miss Melda,
Greetings from the Yesadi Sultanate, and the Asahara Desert. Some months ago you were in this land, and spent time with my Master and myself. Knowing that your life goals have you traveling across the world I doubt these letters will reach you in good time, but eventually they will and I wish to establish a line of communication with you. There were many things my Master spoke of with you, I'm sure, and he is disappointed that he was unable to assist you in finding your path and reason. In light of your visit he has since embarked on his own journey in an attempt to make something of the puzzles you must have posed to him. As Druids it is our responsibility to ease the burdens of the lives around us, and teach them to respect and thrive in the world they live. Before he left he told me to contact you and keep tabs on you. Perhaps through this we may also learn from one another a sense of the opposite sides of Magic.
Here in the Asahara there is not much but the beauty of emptiness and the powers of Wind and Sun. But the desert and her surrounding lands lock away many secrets. While my Master did not divulge most of what was spoken between you, I have decided that by aligning myself with the Yesadi I might have a better chance at exploring the wilds in safety. Through this I hope to perhaps uncover information for you that would prove useful, so I will keep you updated on anything I find from here on. Also, if you find any information which you cannot decipher yourself on your travels, consider me a council. I will do my best to interpret, and advise you on whatever you ask of me. To me you seemed in obvious distress, and as I said, it is a Druid's obligation to promote equality in both the forces that fight within us all as well as the forces that fight outside of us in Nature.
I go now myself into a world I left long ago. I'm sure you noticed that my Master and I do not enjoy too much the social complexities of others outside our order. But with the expansion of the Yesadi Sultanate, and the sudden disappearance of my Master, it has fallen on my shoulders to attempt to educate these citizens on the ways of the forbidding world around them. I fear they are feeling too comfortable with the hills and plains and desert, and tensions within Nature itself are growing higher as this city moves ever farther into it. Soon Nature will lash back at them, and without any kind of representation they could be crushed beneath the glaring Sun. Again, as I delve back into the social structure of the other humanoids, I will keep my eyes and ears open for any information that may prove useful to your search.
I will close this letter with a prayer that the Wind remain ever at your back, and Water always find its way to your tongue.
Shievik
The end of the letter, in addition to Shievik's signature, is a distinct pawprint beside it. To anyone it would look like a dog's print. To a trained eye it is obviously that of a Hyena.