Another letter to Alair (pre-game 58)

note: At the point in time when Ëlinyr is writing this letter, the city of Kishar has broken out in civil war and the surrounding Jeweled Cities are also experiencing various stages of unrest. Isildar, the home city of Ëlinyr and her fellow adventurer Flint, has been destroyed, and things are rather unsettled in the realm as of late. Ëlinyr, who has kept up somewhat regular communication with Alair up until the war broke out, writes this letter in hopes that her dear friend is alright.

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Alair,
I hope this letter finds you, and finds you well, considering all that is going on in Kishar as of late. I apologize for not having reached out sooner, but given the general unrest in the Jeweled Cities, I’ve had a lot going on. I hope you understand – and I hope you are alright.

I’m sure by now you’ve heard the news about Isildar. I’m unsure if you have family there, but if you do (and if you’re on better terms with them than I am with my own family), I hope they are safe and well. I’m unsure of where my mother is at right now, or if she’s even alive. While she disowned me the last time we saw each other, and while we’ve never had a good relationship, I do wonder if she is alright. She is the only family member I have left, after all. I feel sadder about the destruction of the Pearl City than I do about the potential loss of my mother – I did grow up there, after all, and I’m honestly afraid of what I’d see if I were to return.

I’m unsure if you’ve heard the most recent news about the Docks District – the chapterhouse of the Adventurers’ Guild there was burned down, and one of the members of the guild was captured by Taslima’s forces. She’s now in control of an entire quarter of the city, from what I have heard, and that makes me a little nervous. While I know the Scholars’ District is safe for the time being, I still worry about the Royal Academy and my little shop as well. I hope they both remain standing for me to return to when everything calms down.

I’ll keep this letter short – I’m not even sure if it will find its way to you. If you do receive this letter, please let me know that you’re alright – I’m currently staying at the Outpost, with a number of other members of the Guild, and letters sent to the Outpost will find their way to me, I’m sure.

Please stay safe.

-Ëlinyr

A letter to Alair, and further adventures in pet ownership

Dear Alair,

Thank you again for sending along a copy of the story you read to those of us gathered at the Adventurer’s Guild recently. Also, I feel it cannot be said enough – you have a great talent for storytelling – perhaps sometime in the future, I will have the opportunity to hear you share another story.

Speaking of stories, I have included a copy of my chronicles of my adventures – I will admit that I’d thought of redacting some of the more personal entries, but I later realized that my inner thoughts may lend more context to the events detailed in my notes, so I left them in.  I hope they won’t cause you to think negatively of me.

I admit to being curious to know more about you – I have never met another thinblooded elf before, quite possibly due to my mother not wanting to acknowledge the existence of of sun elves who were not pure. (The gods know she went to great lengths to conceal my own impure lineage – she never told a soul that my father was human, since I could pass as a full sun elf until my recent visit to the Night Market.)

Please excuse my handwriting mistakes – my overly enthusiastic pet sand dragon feels I’ve apparently spent enough time wrtiting, so I will end my letter here.
I trust you are doing well, and I hope to hear from you soon.

Sincerely,
Ëlinyr

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“Junior! Look at the mess you’ve made of this letter,” Ëlinyr said, looking down at the excited juvenile sand dragon, who started wagging his tail. “Every time you nudged my arm, you messed up my handwriting. I was trying to keep it neat for Alair.” She sighed and read over the letter, noticing things she should have added in, but was a little too distracted by Junior to fully finish her thoughts.

“I guess this will have to go as is, as I’ve no more time to write a second letter tonight, and I’m sure you won’t leave me in peace to write even if I did,” Ëlinyr said to Junior, and reached out a hand to pat his head. “You want to go for a walk, don’t you?”

The sand dragon waggled his tail even more and opened his mouth in what looked like a grin, then scrambled off to go get the harness and lead Ëlinyr used for walking him. At least he’s smart enough to get his leash himself, Ëlinyr thought to herself, and got up from her desk to prepare to walk her scaly little companion.

note: the handwritten version of Ëlinyr’s letter is here: page 1 page 2

Letter from Scholar Ëlinyr to Scholar Koios, both of the Royal Academy (post-game 48)

Koios,

First, please tell Kateryn that her “grand idea” of encouraging me to join the Adventurer’s Guild has most recently ended up with me exploring the sewers, which is an experience I could surely have done without – and said experience ruined one of my favorite dresses. Since this whole “adventuring” idea was hers in the first place, tell her she owes me a new dress. Preferably a red one.

Also, I think my mother is plotting unpleasant things. She sent me a… gift. A Rewoven, named Mukhif, who is to do whatever I say. (If you aren’t already aware, Rewoven are those who have committed some sort of grave misdeed and, in order to atone for their misdeed, enter into slavery with no memory of their past or what horrible things they may have done. I believe the Night Market is involved in this somehow. In order to pay his debt and receive atonement for whatever misdeed he has done, he must serve another until whatever forces that be deem his penance complete.) Essentially, he is a slave, but I just cannot stomach the idea of owning another person. Of course, Mother would never stop to think on whether or not her daughter, whose entire existence is devoted to distancing herself from Sun Elf culture and the Lotus Court as much as possible, would even want a slave – she probably thinks she did me quite a favor. I am incredibly suspicious of her next move now. She’s mentioned a noble friend of hers that is looking for a wife, and I’ll be damned if I end up forced into a marriage with Lord Whats-his-elf thanks to my mother. I trust her motives even less than I trust those of Obeah (a fellow member of the Guild who I’d best describe as a scoundrel), who keeps trying to talk Mukhif into doing… inappropriate things. I sincerely hope Mother hasn’t planned anything… unpleasant.

I will say, though, Mukhif has been incredibly helpful. I find myself knocked out less often when we encounter miscreants and monsters while out adventuring, and he even provided me with a cushion to sit upon when we ended up on an ocean trip to rescue some lost sailors. The ocean, I’ve determined, is not a place I feel comfortable – the wetness, the constant shifting of the boat, and the smells all are unpleasant, and when we sailed out of sight of land, I was filled with such anxiety. I do not want to go on a boat, ever again. No matter how many times Obeah keeps talking about the grand sailing library of one of the water peoples whose name I’ve since forgotten. I love books and knowledge, but not that much.

Complaints aside, adventuring has been good for me. I have seen many sights I don’t think I’d have seen ordinarily, and have actually managed to make a friend in the Adventurer’s Guild! She’s a newcomer to the guild, a fire aetherite named Moyasu with a fondness for books and studying alchemy. I’m curious to see if there are areas where our research overlaps – it would be quite interesting to see how magic and alchemy interact.

I also have some distressing news to share. It appears that someone is capturing Hiwani and selling them as slaves – but not by normal means. The Adventurers’ Guild encountered animals recently who are able to perform basic tasks and assist their owners, by use of a command gem. The animal has a gem embedded in their forehead, and the owner of said animal has a gem of their own, with which to issue commands to the animals. As you may have determined by now, these animals are actually enslaved Hiwani, whose appearance has been changed so they more closely resemble a specific animal, and given that they are trapped in animal form, they cannot speak to tell anyone that they are not what they seem. Should you see any animals with gems in their foreheads, please bring them to the Adventurers’ Guild – Mukhif can remove the gems and free the trapped Hiwani, like he did very recently. I am glad he didn’t outright kill the animal, as it was attacking a male dwarf and the owners of the animal didn’t seem to care about its welfare – the chaptermaster of our branch of the guild said that he didn’t care what was done with the animal, and Obeah had plans to retrieve the gem from its forehead, likely by any means necessary, to help fund the purchase of a boat.

Aside from the terrifying discovery involving the Hiwani and the trip to the sewers, and that damned boat trip, things have been well these past few weeks. I’ve taken advantage of things being somewhat quiet to focus on my studies of magic – I’ve learned how to summon fire and earth force bolts, in addition to air and water, which means I should be in good shape to take on most any elemental creature. I just need to get better at hand-to-hand combat, as I am still miserable at that. (Thank goodness for Mukhif being present and keeping me relatively healed up in my recent adventures.)

I am hoping this letter finds you well, and that sometime soon I shall see you at the Academy – I haven’t been able to spend all that much time at the Academy as of late, as I have been traveling with the Adventurers’ Guild, but I am currently in the city and will try to visit you before we leave for the desert outpost.

Sincerely,
Ëlinyr