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The Collected Letters of The Qualindel
Posted: 28 Oct 2005 03:42 PM |
*The wispy vane of a feather quill traces along a lower lip in contemplation. It’s chiseled tip dives into a thick pool of liquid black. Emerging from the ink, it floats across the wooden desk. A candle burns in the corner. The quill falls to meet the parchment beneath it and it dances across the sheet*
The world is not as I saw it from behind the walls of Ferein. It is much darker than I had imagined. It is much lonelier. Strange, how in such a grand place with more faces than one can remember, one is more alone. I’ve found company to be rare on these roads and pleasant company, even more elusive. It’s often been said that things become clearer once they are voiced. True, I suppose, many claim a sense of relief after confiding in another. However, therein lies my dilemma. I have no one, out here but myself. And so, I write these letters to the only one I can turn to, you, A’mael en’manu. Me.
… I hope this does not mean I’m going mad.
-A’mael en’manu
(ooc: feedback is always welcome as writting is not one of forte's.) |
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Re: The Collected Letters of The Qualindel
Posted: 28 Oct 2005 03:44 PM |
This one intrigues me. I’ve not seen any like her before. One so conflicted about what she is, but more importantly, who she is. Her name is Beth. I cannot figure it out, though I think it’s safe to say she’s as much a mystery to her as she is to me. She hides her Elven blood as best she can and yet, why do I feel this may not be what she really wants. It might be best to wait and find out what I can before I jump to conclusions.
-A’mael en’manu |
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Re: The Collected Letters of The Qualindel
Posted: 28 Oct 2005 03:47 PM |
I followed her and two others today into the ruins of Lynaeum. No more than simple looting from what I gathered. Looting. How… trite. Nevertheless, I proceeded. Had I not, I likely would not have seen what I did, though the more I think on it, it is something I’d rather forget. There was something else down in those catacombs, something dark. The three seemed as surprised with it as I was. I could not make it out, or what it said to them, but perhaps it did not notice me. I tried to get a better look, but it no sooner disappeared into the darkness from whence it came. It wasn’t much long after, that the three decided to turn around and leave.
-A’mael en’manu |
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Re: The Collected Letters of The Qualindel
Posted: 28 Oct 2005 03:48 PM |
The Four Winds Inn. That’s where Beth emerged from when I saw ‘it’ again, that thing from the catacombs. It appeared to her on the Northern Highway. It was disgusting. What it said to her I do not know, but the look on her face is one I’m sure my own reflected. That’s when it’s empty sockets turned towards the hills, peering through the tree branches. It saw me; I could feel it, and it made me sick. I slipped behind the tree but when I peeked out, it’s stare never faltered. I could not bare it. I left. Why did I leave her alone with that thing?
-A’mael en’manu |
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Re: The Collected Letters of The Qualindel
Posted: 28 Oct 2005 03:49 PM |
I found her again, in Port Royale this time. She was in conversation for some time with one named Sparrowsong. I have reason to believe through what I’ve heard, that Sparrowsong is of Tarik. In fact, I’m almost certain. “The Elves of Ferein are not my people”, she said. Strange, Sparrowsong spoke as if she herself was Elven, though I’m sure she is not. I will have to ask the Lady Elvalia of this matter, I have heard the two have some history, friends even. Beth made her way to the temple afterwards, something about holy water for that ‘dark thing’ from earlier.
-A’mael en’manu |
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Re: The Collected Letters of The Qualindel
Posted: 28 Oct 2005 03:49 PM |
There was a scuffle in the lower markets of Port Royale today. It was Beth, again. It would seem she had met Terrence, the Gnome Nicodemus’s assistant. Needless to say, she was not so accepting of his… disposition. Not too difficult to understand really, she would certainly not be the first to judge so quickly. The situation quickly became heated, and blades were drawn, hers. A quick spell seemed to do the trick in stopping further escalation. I was with My Mistress, Ania at the time and her arrival appeared to disperse the gathering. I still cannot decide what to make of this one.
-A’mael en’manu |
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Re: The Collected Letters of The Qualindel
Posted: 28 Oct 2005 03:49 PM |
I made myself known to her today, it went well, I think. Perhaps a bit bolder than I’d hoped it would be but isn’t that like all plans? They rarely ever really go as planned. Three others arrived during our exchange, one I knew. Jinx was his name, a wizard. The other two, not so, but I have seen their faces along the roads. Come to think of it… That Right-sized girl, I recognize her from the day that rag tag bunch decided to escort that questionable nobleman from Midor to the Port City. I’ll have to follow up on that matter. As for Beth, I did only what I could think of. I left her with a choice. The choice to either, continue to hide that which she struggles to hide, or to embrace it. The choice to resolve this battle that’s been waging inside her.
-A’mael en’manu |
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Re: The Collected Letters of The Qualindel
Posted: 28 Oct 2005 03:50 PM |
It has been hardly more than a day, and already I find her wandering the shores of Ferein. I later met with her in the gardens. I’ll admit, I was surprised to see her at all, especially so soon. Yet, she came for answers, and as I’ve set out to do, I only hoped I could give them. For a while we talked, of her family, her past, I wanted to understand her. A mentor once taught me, you can only begin to solve anything once one understands it. A bit of a roundabout, isn’t it? The Lady Elvalia appeared to us, much to my surprise, though, her council is always honoured. From this point on I stepped back for the most part, letting those who knew better shed a brighter light than I. And yet, after all was said and done, I have this feeling it was still not enough. Not for her, not for me. I feel I have failed. I still do not understand her.
-A’mael en’manu |
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Re: The Collected Letters of The Qualindel
Posted: 28 Oct 2005 03:51 PM |
I’ve been thinking on the events of yesterday, but I’ve only come to find more questions. Why would she ask help, if she were so firmly against it? I cannot think of one thing said by The Lady Elvalia that wasn’t met with a counter of her own. But then, why ask for answers in the first place, if you keep one cannot keep their minds open to them? Then again, the Midoran’s are a perfect example, closed minds to all that is not theirs. Is this a human thing, or simply universal ignorance? Perhaps that saying rings true, “One cannot be helped, unless one wants to be helped”. Funny, how this saying is a human one. I suppose it did not help that my patience began to wear. It’s often been said it was not one of my stronger suits. It felt very much like talking to a wall at times, only this wall would throw your words back at you, with teeth no less. Coin, coin, coin… so taken by these small metal discs she was. So taken by them, and so unwilling to hear anything else. But why then ask to begin with? It makes little sense to me. Or was she simply getting defensive? I know I did. Then again, could that be what she wanted, to get under my skin? Her chance to get at those she’s grown to dislike for all these years? Would one really force an offered hand to form a fist? I pray this is not the case. I should have kept quiet and let The Lady Elvalia speak uninterrupted. You have so much yet to learn, A’mael en’manu. All that your dead hand reaches to help crumbles beneath it.
Why am I getting this nagging feeling that I’ve gone and made the same mistake twice? I had put a blind trust in Mikaylin only to have it torn out from under me, time and time again. Her pleas of self-pity, cries for help, yet no will to help herself. It became too much weight to handle, both hers and my own. Is this one so much like the last? Or are you just a fool A’mael en’manu, placing such faith in these people that are simply incapable?
I am beginning to see now, why others of my kind have given up on them; humans, half-bloods, the rest. It is draining to try and understand them, when they do not understand themselves. It is draining to try and help those who do not truly want to be helped. Could they be right? Could all my teachers have been telling me the truth all this time? Are they simply not worth the time and effort? A part of me hopes it is not so, for then it a sad world indeed. Alas, in all of this I have found one answer: I am more confused now than I was before.
-A’mael en’manu |
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