I regret that the trials of the past years have distanced me from many whose counsel I previously held in much regard. For this, I can only offer my apologies - especially since in all that happened, you always sought to listen and support without judgement. I am sorry that my reclusiveness detracted from my gratitude to you, for all that you did and said.
Though I do not wish this to become a belated list of apologies, I cannot go further without also mentioning my regret that I could not serve Glomdoring as you wished - at least, not indefinitely. To be truthful, I am glad that I retired as Regent when I did. I was tremendously ill-equipped to lead us in what was to come, and had I not...I fear I would not still be here, within the forest. Not after what was said to me, even when I did not stand as Glomdoring's leader. Then, it would have been all the more painful - and final.
Still, my Lady offers me rebirth in Her way - painful and wrought with thorns, shrill and damning, but a rebirth nonetheless. So in Her strain of the Song have I found that I wish to be nothing more than what I am. That I can accept now my true purpose - to bring the umbral embrace of the Wyrd to those who lack its glory.
In this our Lord has aided me, for with the gift of His blessing I am in a position to offer great counsel and guidance to those who seek it. Yet, I find myself at a loss for where to begin. Many of the Order's scrolls are out of date, and I feel like perhaps the advancement is too prescribed. Yet these are things all new leaders deal with.
What I want to do...what I really want to do...is to turn the Order into what it should be. His family. His Childryn. One and unified and beautiful. And in this...I have no idea where to begin.
Will you help me, my friend? I would not do it without you.
When I bought my personal shop in Glomdoring, I found a slew of preserved letters that had been left behind by the previous owner. I'm not sure why some of them were preserved, as some were short and simple trade orders, but a few were very, very interesting... such as one that detailed a list of conditions that Narsrim would have had to meet if he ever had any hope of joining Glomdoring (which to my knowledge never happened). I'm not going to share the letter here, being an old-school secretive Glomdorian and such, but it's definitely one of the most interesting letters I've ever seen, even if it wasn't addressed to me, is by now centuries old and even might have been before my time.
He did manage to join once, over my strenuous objections.
There was a list of conditions that he failed to meet, so exactly 30 days later I had the distinct pleasure of typing "ostracize Narsrim" and then pressing enter to commit the command.
I remember that... so much debate, so much back and forth bickering, twas interesting to somewhat young Morshoth.
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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
When I bought my personal shop in Glomdoring, I found a slew of preserved letters that had been left behind by the previous owner. I'm not sure why some of them were preserved, as some were short and simple trade orders, but a few were very, very interesting... such as one that detailed a list of conditions that Narsrim would have had to meet if he ever had any hope of joining Glomdoring (which to my knowledge never happened). I'm not going to share the letter here, being an old-school secretive Glomdorian and such, but it's definitely one of the most interesting letters I've ever seen, even if it wasn't addressed to me, is by now centuries old and even might have been before my time.
He did manage to join once, over my strenuous objections.
There was a list of conditions that he failed to meet, so exactly 30 days later I had the distinct pleasure of typing "ostracize Narsrim" and then pressing enter to commit the command.
I remember that... so much debate, so much back and forth bickering, twas interesting to somewhat young Morshoth.
Was that before or after he convinced Serenwilde to let him in, which also goes down as one of our most severe errors in judgement? I sense a pattern...
Everiine is a man, and is very manly. This MAN before you is so manly you might as well just gender bend right now, cause he's the manliest man that you ever did see. His manly shape has spurned many women and girlyer men to boughs of fainting. He stands before you in a manly manerific typical man-like outfit which is covered in his manly motto: "I am a man!"
Daraius said: You gotta risk it for the biscuit.
Pony power all the way, yo. The more Brontaurs the better.
There is an awesome blog called Letters of Note which digs out bits of correspondence from the past, sometimes very distant and sometimes not so, and posts it so that people can gain insight into the author/recipient. It's really interesting.
I have a love-hate relationship with letters in Lusternia. They are a pain to put together and preserving ones you want to keep is really hard now (I still lament losing the one where Druken acknowledged Tacita as his daughter) but I'm always excited to receive them, especially if they're for a purpose other than just sending items!
So, this is a thread (because you know, I haven't created enough RP related threads ever - I may be addicted) where you can post letters. Context or no context, funny or angsty, official or casual, whatever you wish. Go for it.
And because it would be rude of me not to, here's one to start things off. I never got a reply to this letter. I also sent it unsigned.
I am flattered to see the motifs of the Order engaged your interest
enough to result in the design you submitted to Me. Bear My blessing for
their use, and know that as long as your work honours Me and does Me no
ill will, you shall continue to bear this blessing.
In Beauty,
Isune, the Aesthete
PS: Best of luck in your nuptials, dear.
Everiine said: The reason population is low isn't because there are too many orgs. It's because so many facets of the game are outright broken and protected by those who benefit from it being that way. An overabundance of gimmicks (including game-breaking ones), artifacts that destroy any concept of balance, blatant pay-to-win features, and an obsession with convenience that makes few things actually worthwhile all contribute to the game's sad decline.
I got this from Knorrith, shortly after we decided to divorce and part ways. I thought it was really sweet.
A folded origami crane unfolds
and sings to you, "While out for an every day walk, my friend brought to
my attention a little bird. Of all the glorious creations in the basin I've
seen, nothing was as beautiful as her, nor as pure as her song. I was instantly
captivated and watched from afar and found myself drawn to her. Day in and day
out I admired her beauty and found peace in her song until one day, she noticed
me. And to my surprise, for who am I to recieve such a gift, the little
bird decided to stay with me and bless my days with her beauty and her
song. She was the best companion I had ever known and each day was a gift. I
admired her freedom and her wild spirit within. Such a thing, however is not
meant to be kept in a cage, but to fly free. And though I shall miss my little
companion terribly, I know that such a gift is not mine to keep locked away. So
fly free my little bird and keep on singing. Maybe one day you will decide to
return to me, but if not I shall always keep your song in my heart. Wishing
you the best of everything and bountiful happiness. I'll always love you,
Knorrith."
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Cyndarinused Flamethrower! It was super effective.
There is an awesome blog called Letters of Note which digs out bits of correspondence from the past, sometimes very distant and sometimes not so, and posts it so that people can gain insight into the author/recipient. It's really interesting.
I have a love-hate relationship with letters in Lusternia. They are a pain to put together and preserving ones you want to keep is really hard now (I still lament losing the one where Druken acknowledged Tacita as his daughter) but I'm always excited to receive them, especially if they're for a purpose other than just sending items!
So, this is a thread (because you know, I haven't created enough RP related threads ever - I may be addicted) where you can post letters. Context or no context, funny or angsty, official or casual, whatever you wish. Go for it.
And because it would be rude of me not to, here's one to start things off. I never got a reply to this letter. I also sent it unsigned.
Because I want easy access to my full list of pretentious titles to copy and paste should I ever have an excuse to use the long forms again:
Minister,
I use all of my titles as part of an effort to keep my letters formal, as is demanded by the dignity of my offices. Furthermore the full list identifies me with greater precision, and as a man of science I must ever strive to be precise.
In deference to practicality, I ordinarily abbreviate my titles. Given the nature of this letter, I believe it is entirely proper for me to give them in full.
Glory to the Collective, Viscount Portius of the Cultured House of Windwhisper Librarian of the Glorious Collective of Hallifax Execumatrix Magnificus of the Institutional Society of Hallifax for the Improvement of Temporal Knowledge Editor of the Hallifaxian Logician Weaver of the Aurora in the Service of the Most Beautiful and Eternally Elegant Lady Aesthete
Any sufficiently advanced pun is indistinguishable from comedy.
I just actually received this one about...two minutes before the writing of this post. It's a short one, and very simply written, but...well. This may be the lack of sleep or the recent indulgence in chocolate, but I felt a profound twinge of emotion:
Daddy,
One does hope that your months are going just peachy. I know that I am
freshly into the family but I wanted you to know something.
The pride I feel wearing the name Ryseni is overwhelming. I have already
cried lots of happy tears. Beaming at total strangers. I feel on top of
the world.
You and dad already mean more to me than anything or anyone I have ever
known or know. Thank you for finally recognizing me as the daughter you
two lost, all those years ago.
I love you,
Shandra
Crumkane, Lord of Epicurean Delights says, "WAS IT INDEED ON FIRE, ERITHEYL."
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With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh says, "CEASE YOUR INFERNAL ENERGY, ERITHEYL."
You read what is written on an elegant silver letter trimmed with lace: My dearest Heresiarch.
We are friends, and well we both know it. But I fear that time and frustrations, while they ensure we are forever on the same side, mean that we rarely get to sit and merely pass time. So, while I have a few brief moments I may snatch for myself, I scribble these words to you.
They are words of encouragement, to remind you that there are those of us who do notice and appreciate the things you do. Though we walk different paths and we seek different means of doing things, we will ever toil in harmony for the Engine, cogs turning in time to make things the best that we might. Never forget that any move you make has an impact and that such impacts, from the personal ones, to those you inspire in others, will help to create the largest picture.
Shine with the righteous fires of Nil, and continue to draw on the teachings of the Church of the Five. You will see the rewards at the end, even if we must pass through the dark to find them.
When this came via postal service sphere, around two weeks ago, it really made my day.
You read what is written on a sheet of crystallised stationery: Greetings,
In the short time that I have come to know you, I've come to admire and like your curiosity, intelligence, diligence, friendly nature, and devotion to the Collective, and I know that my father, Daraius Shevat, also greatly approves of you. As such, I would like to extend an offer of adoption to you by myself and my husband Raikogen, Temporal Commissar of the Sentinel Company. With your evident interest in scholarship and dedication to the Beacon of Harmony, I am quite certain that House Shevat (historically founded by lucidian researchers of the Matrix Institute before the Taint Wars, most notably Nauta Shevat) would gladly welcome your presence.
Of course, I do not expect a response right away, as I fully realise how momentous the decision to become part of a family has always been. Quite literally, having a family can entirely change your life! I strongly encourage you to get acquainted with the other waking members of House Shevat, especially my husband Raikogen, to see if you feel you would fit in well. I would of course be happiest if you did chose House Shevat, but in the end I do hope you become part of the family most in harmony with your personality and interests.
And may you always continue to serve the Collective in your future endeavours.
I did not know you held the teachings of the Coven and the Serenwilde in such low esteem that you would run to Magnagora and embrace the Taint when you were faced with an unpleasant choice.
The poisonous touch of Kethuru has spread from Marcella and has creeped inside you and rotted you from the inside. I wish I had known earlier, that I might have offered you cleansing in ritual, that Mother Moon's holy fire could burn out the disease that was festering in your heart.
I wonder now, how long you were pretending, how long you were making mockery of us, by participating in ritual, and training up our novices. Were you doing right by them? Were you planting seeds of darkness in the hearts of the Coven's young?
Do you feel any remorse at all? I imagine not, else how could you so easily turn your back on everything you proclaimed that you loved, break so easily the Oath you swore, and forsake entirely the Canticle you have known and lived over your life. Especially to embrace the Demon Lords, the very same dangerous half-formed that laid the mark on the Maeve.
I once looked up to you. You were a ritualist, with accolades and great works that you had penned. I wanted to learn from you, and follow Moon and protect the fae together with you. All that respect is gone now, it left with you when you abandoned all that you were and displayed your true colors.
Traitor.
The Necromentate's mind opens to you, and a grotesque, demonic figure appears in your mind's eye, screaming in torment: "THE DEMON LORDS CAN NEVER TRULY BE KILLED - GREAT IS THEIR POWER."
You shock a platinum-coloured geomycus with tales of terror bestowed on villages who don't follow Magnagora. A platinum-coloured geomycus slaps her knee and declares that, by the gods, Ptoma Hive should follow the Grand Empire of Magnagora after all! Shouts rise up from Ptoma Hive, as its denizens loudly pledge themselves to the Grand Empire of Magnagora.
When I bought my personal shop in Glomdoring, I found a slew of preserved letters that had been left behind by the previous owner. I'm not sure why some of them were preserved, as some were short and simple trade orders, but a few were very, very interesting... such as one that detailed a list of conditions that Narsrim would have had to meet if he ever had any hope of joining Glomdoring (which to my knowledge never happened). I'm not going to share the letter here, being an old-school secretive Glomdorian and such, but it's definitely one of the most interesting letters I've ever seen, even if it wasn't addressed to me, is by now centuries old and even might have been before my time.
He did manage to join once, over my strenuous objections.
There was a list of conditions that he failed to meet, so exactly 30 days later I had the distinct pleasure of typing "ostracize Narsrim" and then pressing enter to commit the command.
Everiine said: The reason population is low isn't because there are too many orgs. It's because so many facets of the game are outright broken and protected by those who benefit from it being that way. An overabundance of gimmicks (including game-breaking ones), artifacts that destroy any concept of balance, blatant pay-to-win features, and an obsession with convenience that makes few things actually worthwhile all contribute to the game's sad decline.
I'm sure giving credits where they're due would also be acceptable
The Necromentate's mind opens to you, and a grotesque, demonic figure appears in your mind's eye, screaming in torment: "THE DEMON LORDS CAN NEVER TRULY BE KILLED - GREAT IS THEIR POWER."
You shock a platinum-coloured geomycus with tales of terror bestowed on villages who don't follow Magnagora. A platinum-coloured geomycus slaps her knee and declares that, by the gods, Ptoma Hive should follow the Grand Empire of Magnagora after all! Shouts rise up from Ptoma Hive, as its denizens loudly pledge themselves to the Grand Empire of Magnagora.
Everiine said: The reason population is low isn't because there are too many orgs. It's because so many facets of the game are outright broken and protected by those who benefit from it being that way. An overabundance of gimmicks (including game-breaking ones), artifacts that destroy any concept of balance, blatant pay-to-win features, and an obsession with convenience that makes few things actually worthwhile all contribute to the game's sad decline.
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A folded origami crane unfolds and sings to you, "While out for an every day walk, my friend brought to my attention a little bird. Of all the glorious creations in the basin I've seen, nothing was as beautiful as her, nor as pure as her song. I was instantly captivated and watched from afar and found myself drawn to her. Day in and day out I admired her beauty and found peace in her song until one day, she noticed me. And to my surprise, for who am I to recieve such a gift, the little bird decided to stay with me and bless my days with her beauty and her song. She was the best companion I had ever known and each day was a gift. I admired her freedom and her wild spirit within. Such a thing, however is not meant to be kept in a cage, but to fly free. And though I shall miss my little companion terribly, I know that such a gift is not mine to keep locked away. So fly free my little bird and keep on singing. Maybe one day you will decide to return to me, but if not I shall always keep your song in my heart. Wishing you the best of everything and bountiful happiness. I'll always love you, Knorrith."
I am suprised you didn't eat her face for the subtle jabs at the SDs.
Minister,
I use all of my titles as part of an effort to keep my letters formal,
as is demanded by the dignity of my offices. Furthermore the full list
identifies me with greater precision, and as a man of science I must
ever strive to be precise.
In deference to practicality, I ordinarily abbreviate my titles. Given
the nature of this letter, I believe it is entirely proper for me to
give them in full.
Glory to the Collective,
Viscount Portius of the Cultured House of Windwhisper
Librarian of the Glorious Collective of Hallifax
Execumatrix Magnificus of the Institutional Society of Hallifax for the Improvement of Temporal Knowledge
Editor of the Hallifaxian Logician
Weaver of the Aurora in the Service of the Most Beautiful and Eternally Elegant Lady Aesthete
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
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You read what is written on an elegant silver letter trimmed with lace:
My dearest Heresiarch.
We are friends, and well we both know it. But I fear that time and
frustrations, while they ensure we are forever on the same side, mean
that we rarely get to sit and merely pass time. So, while I have a few
brief moments I may snatch for myself, I scribble these words to you.
They are words of encouragement, to remind you that there are those of
us who do notice and appreciate the things you do. Though we walk
different paths and we seek different means of doing things, we will
ever toil in harmony for the Engine, cogs turning in time to make things
the best that we might. Never forget that any move you make has an
impact and that such impacts, from the personal ones, to those you
inspire in others, will help to create the largest picture.
Shine with the righteous fires of Nil, and continue to draw on the
teachings of the Church of the Five. You will see the rewards at the
end, even if we must pass through the dark to find them.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
You read what is written on a sheet of crystallised stationery:
Greetings,
In the short time that I have come to know you, I've come to admire and
like your curiosity, intelligence, diligence, friendly nature, and
devotion to the Collective, and I know that my father, Daraius Shevat,
also greatly approves of you. As such, I would like to extend an offer
of adoption to you by myself and my husband Raikogen, Temporal Commissar
of the Sentinel Company. With your evident interest in scholarship and
dedication to the Beacon of Harmony, I am quite certain that House
Shevat (historically founded by lucidian researchers of the Matrix
Institute before the Taint Wars, most notably Nauta Shevat) would gladly
welcome your presence.
Of course, I do not expect a response right away, as I fully realise how
momentous the decision to become part of a family has always been. Quite
literally, having a family can entirely change your life! I strongly
encourage you to get acquainted with the other waking members of House
Shevat, especially my husband Raikogen, to see if you feel you would fit
in well. I would of course be happiest if you did chose House Shevat,
but in the end I do hope you become part of the family most in harmony
with your personality and interests.
And may you always continue to serve the Collective in your future
endeavours.
In service, and in hope,
Irillia Shevat
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Dearest Irillia,
In truth, the wintry gown by Lady Nihmriel was undeniably lovely, but
Irillia, your refreshing, airy, and glowing personality more strongly
evokes thoughts of springtime and new life -- blithe themes suiting and
lucky for your prosperous union-to-be with the White Falcon.
Let these clothes embrace you in love, hope, and joy upon your wedding
day. I've given some thought as to what might bring good luck to your
marriage, as sentimental as it may seem. As the old wives' tale goes:
Something old,
Something new,
Something borrowed, and
Something blue.
The slippers were once designed for my dear Maerad, so I think they
could fall under the 'borrowed' category. The gown is certainly new, and
your winning veil fulfills the first and last requirements.
May this marriage bring you joy and harmony, dear Irillia. Your soul's
pearlescent glow is not one that can be stifled.
Love,
Zyphora
I did not know you held the teachings of the Coven and the Serenwilde in
such low esteem that you would run to Magnagora and embrace the Taint
when you were faced with an unpleasant choice.
The poisonous touch of Kethuru has spread from Marcella and has creeped
inside you and rotted you from the inside. I wish I had known earlier,
that I might have offered you cleansing in ritual, that Mother Moon's
holy fire could burn out the disease that was festering in your heart.
I wonder now, how long you were pretending, how long you were making
mockery of us, by participating in ritual, and training up our novices.
Were you doing right by them? Were you planting seeds of darkness in the
hearts of the Coven's young?
Do you feel any remorse at all? I imagine not, else how could you so
easily turn your back on everything you proclaimed that you loved, break
so easily the Oath you swore, and forsake entirely the Canticle you have
known and lived over your life. Especially to embrace the Demon Lords,
the very same dangerous half-formed that laid the mark on the Maeve.
I once looked up to you. You were a ritualist, with accolades and great
works that you had penned. I wanted to learn from you, and follow Moon
and protect the fae together with you. All that respect is gone now, it
left with you when you abandoned all that you were and displayed your
true colors.
Traitor.
"THE DEMON LORDS CAN NEVER TRULY BE KILLED - GREAT IS THEIR POWER."
You shock a platinum-coloured geomycus with tales of terror bestowed on villages who don't follow Magnagora.
A platinum-coloured geomycus slaps her knee and declares that, by the gods, Ptoma Hive should follow the Grand Empire of Magnagora after all!
Shouts rise up from Ptoma Hive, as its denizens loudly pledge themselves to the Grand Empire of Magnagora.
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I'm sure giving credits where they're due would also be acceptable
"THE DEMON LORDS CAN NEVER TRULY BE KILLED - GREAT IS THEIR POWER."
You shock a platinum-coloured geomycus with tales of terror bestowed on villages who don't follow Magnagora.
A platinum-coloured geomycus slaps her knee and declares that, by the gods, Ptoma Hive should follow the Grand Empire of Magnagora after all!
Shouts rise up from Ptoma Hive, as its denizens loudly pledge themselves to the Grand Empire of Magnagora.
I *still* don't know who sent me this!