Monthly Archives: November 2016

Hethurin’s Letter

Dear Father,

I hope everything is going well, and that you are not too close to the fighting. I really wish you hadn’t needed to go in the first place, but I guess they need healers there. I have overheard people talking in the market about how bad it is there. I keep hoping they don’t know for sure, but when multiple people say it, then maybe there is some truth in it.

Or maybe multiple people don’t know what they’re talking about. I like that theory better. Anyway, I hope you are safe.

Malwen keeps asking to visit you, and each time I have to remind her that you’re far away right now. She wants to go there to visit you, and again, I have to explain that it’s dangerous there. I think she doesn’t want to remember that because you’re there, and you could get hurt. That’s why she keeps forgetting. She’s a very smart girl, and is doing great in her classes. She said that maybe she doesn’t want to be a mage like me anymore, and that she might want to help people like you do. I told her she has lots of time to decide yet. She’s only 9! I didn’t know I wanted to be a mage for sure until I was 60!

Narise is doing well too. I am a bit sad that she doesn’t like to be carried for long periods anymore. I might have to talk to Ter about visiting the orphanage again soon. Anyway, Narise loves running up and down the halls while yelling and dripping milk out of her cup. I think Tik might be a bit bothered about it, but he doesn’t show it if he is. It only bothers me when she does it outside my classroom while I’m teaching.

She’s starting to speak now. She knows Ter is ann’da. She calls Tik, “Dick”, which makes me laugh. She still doesn’t say arc’ann’da very well to refer to me. She also knows how to say a lot of other small words like hello and goodbye, milk, Muffins, cake, etc.

Vaildor was asking me when you would be back the other day after his class. I think he misses you too. I asked him if he wrote to you yet, and he said he was working on it. I wouldn’t hold my breath. Lali said it’s a chore to get him to turn in anything that involves him writing out words! Maybe I could suggest that he paints you something small to send. He seems better at that.

There are still demons in the Ghostlands, but there have not been any found at all on the estate. Theronil teaches his enchanting class in the morning, and patrols the grounds in the afternoon. He hasn’t seen anything within the area covered by my ward. That’s good because it means the outer ward is doing its job just as much as the inner ward is. I guess there aren’t a lot here to begin with, but it seems when the rangers remove some, others show up to take their place. That’s what Nessna says anyway. She also said they’re looking for how the demons are getting here. It’s most likely a portal. She wanted to know if there was some sort of spell to detect demon portals. If there is, I don’t know it, but I agreed to talk to a couple of people I know who might. If they do, I’ll go to Sath’alor about it.

Terellion and I both wish you well, and we all hope you will be able to come home soon.



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Orledin’s Ranger Log

  • Pancat is happy that I’m back. I don’t trust Salenicus now, and I almost wish there was another person for night patrol so that there could be two teams of two instead of one team of three, and maybe he wouldn’t be on my team. I don’t want him dragging me off to the Ebon Hold again. I told him from the start that I didn’t want to be there, and he thought it was a good idea to make me go anyway.
  • I don’t like him.
  • I told him over and over that we’re needed here, in the Ghostlands. There aren’t a lot of rangers here, so each of us is important, living or undead alike.
  • I never want to see another dreadlord again.
  • Patrols have been going okay since we got back. I try not to talk to him too much. I guess Sorrowmoss noticed because she commented how I’ve been a little quieter. I don’t know if she was happy or concerned. It’s hard to tell with her. I think she was actually just saying it. She said it after patrol was over. She hardly ever says anything on patrol, even if I try to talk to her.
  • I can’t talk to either of them about the new guy. I don’t think they would understand at all.
  • But yeah, there’s a new guy, and I do think he’s cute. He also eats my cookies. I tried to tell him I have hobbies, but I’m not sure he believed me. I want to get to know him better.
  • I try to make time to sit with him, but I keep missing him by just a few minutes. He’s been spending a lot of time at the targets. I watch him sometimes out the kitchen window, and I don’t think he really needs to practice because he’s really good. I’ve never seen Sunashe so happy with a new recruit, and that’s really saying something.
  • Sometimes, I like to imagine him practicing without a shirt on.
  • I’d like to get to know him better before I ask him on an actual date. Maybe he secretly finds me repulsive because I’m undead, or maybe he would just need a little time to warm up to the idea. I figure if he at least likes me a bit before I ask, then that improves the odds.
  • He might not like other guys that way either. I guess I could start by trying to find that out. I’m going to ask him there’s someone he left behind by coming here, and that can open up a conversation about his past relationships.
  • I hope.

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The Letter

The words had barely left the boss’s lips as Alinash grabbed the envelope and tore it open. A letter. For him. From the Ghostlands. The mage had dropped it off earlier.

He didn’t need to hear anymore than that.

He pulled out the letter and unfolded it, turning towards the window for more light with his back to the others. His reading had improved greatly while he was at the school, but he preferred to be alone while sounding out words. If he couldn’t see the others, it at least gave the illusion of being alone. He still had problems with handwritten script, but this letter was neatly written, something he didn’t expect from someone else who was also from the Row. It was evenly spaced and easy to read, so he only had to pause a couple of times to work out the longer words.

He smiled upon finishing the letter. His contact had agreed to search the records for him and was asking a reasonable price for doing so.

He looked up, intending to turn to face the others and tell them the good news– and perhaps apologize to the boss for grabbing the letter out of her hands. However, he froze in place as a flash of reflected light came from across the street. It wasn’t the flash that stunned him. It was the source of the flash.

A woman walked, speaking with another woman as they made their way past the shops on the other side of the street. Around her neck was a chain, and on the chain, a bauble that sparkled as the sun hit it. Alinash squinted as he leaned closer to the winder, peering at the woman.

Was it…  It can’t be…

It is.

His eyes widened as he dropped the letter. He turned, and sprinted for the door.

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