Llyr's Letters

[Llyr Llywelyn]

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[Rakvald]

This letter arrives on the 83rd of Ymiden 719

Date 1st of Ymiden

Deer Zarik,

I tride to find wear u went be four i left Quacia. They sed u r going too Etzows. So i hoap this letter makes it yore way.

I forgot you gaiv bak my finger! I wanted u to hav a pees of me though, when I sed that I ment it. So I am sending a little pees of me in this letter, in a box. I wait for u to look at it...

Ha ha ha, it is the 'tip' we tried to leev the waitress in that tavern be four thay throw us out! ha ha ha...

Dont worree, I am growing it back. It takes time to get the feeling back, but it still works aneeway.

Aneeway, hoap you are feeling well.

Yore frend,

Rakvald.

[Rakvald]

The following letter arrives on the 30th of Saun 719, along with a package containing a stuffed bear toy. For whatever reason, Llyr has outstanding luck the entire trial. At the end of the day, the bear will disappear without a trace.

Date 28th of Ymiden

Deer Zarik,

Did u no Im a dreemwalker? Emea is broke rite now, but I hard at work fixing my pees of it. Soon I will fix it totalee. My dreemscaip is a weerd place. A reel messy classroom with burnt peepal askin me anoing questions.

I strangled one of them the other nite. Don't woree, I don't think they are reel or loosid dreemers.

I have this stuffed bare that foloes me around wairever I go. I'm sending it along to u. Even tho its anoing, it seems to bring luk. Maybe it will give u sum luk.

Yore frend,

Rakvald.

[Rakvald]

The following letter arrives on the 103rd of Vhalar 719 to Llyr's mailbox. The parchment smells of pig grease and leather, with some stains of sauce, as if someone had breakfast while writing it. There is a small package besides it... three scrolls in fact (they are echo scrolls). It was delivered by pigeon to the local rookery.

Date 57th of Vhalar 719

Hay Zarik,

Did u get my last lettar with the stufft bare???? I think I sent it to u, but on the 50th of Ymiden, before leefing for Scalvoris I find it on my door. So it been a wile sinse I got ur lettar. If da bear brot u luk, I want hear all about it.

U no Im a dreemwalker rite? Mabee if u dream, I can find u sometime, but I not sure how to do that. Wuld be fun if we find each otter.

Im bak in Desnind rite now. Did a bit travel. I thot abowt forming a pig circus, a flee circus, or sumting. Lik a business. I need the monee.

How are u doing? I herd sum bad tings abowt Etzos. U okay??!!

Yore frend,

Rakvald.

P.S. This is Rakvald, Hi hay! I also send u some echo scrolls... One of tem shows what I rite, the otter, u can share with sumwon els. Dis wey we can send lettars too peepal wenever.

[Rakvald]

The following message appears on the other echo scroll tied to Rakvald's. If Llyr still possesses it, he will find the following message written onto it the instant it was written:

Date: 3rd of Zi'Da 719

Hay Zarik,

Arr you ded? I have not heard from you since you got to Etzos, and there was a war and plage there, so probablee you arr ded. If so, I hope you are enjoying biqaj heaven. If not, I have news!

This will make you hapee, I have my first totem, a monkee, a really little one. I never knew how useful it is to be smol until I turned into this guy.

He climes rilly good too, with little hair things on his hands and feet. I call them sillia.

I had a weerd thing happen the other tentrial... A guy with a bone mask tride to kill some avriel, and I was protectin them. He almost killed me! But then, out of nowhere I wake up! I'm glad, because he almost convinced me to join him.

I also tried to cross to Etzos through dreems, you no I'm a dreemwalker yeah?

PS

The Graft spark, it calls itself the Inheritor now. It been driving me to take on more and more primordial fleshes and energies, and wants me to move toward being something else. It a bit scaree if I honest, but it's getting strong and makes me strong... so can't be bad?

It is bossing around dee other sparks too. Very woreed about it, and wondering if magic was a bad idea! But don't worry, Rakvald is strong willed. He won't forget himself.

I will write next when I heer from you in the echo scroll. Bye bye.

Yor frend,

Rakvald.

[Woe]

The following letter was dropped for one of Mister Magpie's child sentries. They picked it up, and saw that it was addressed to Magpie directly. After thorough inspection and assuring it was not contaminated or containing a poison, it found it's way to the man himself. On it was a crude rubbing of a man's lips, with a poorly drawn spider overlaid on it.

Date: 41st of Vhalar 719

Dearest Magpie,

She is watching...

[Woe]

The following letter was left in Woe's rooms in Llyr's hotel by a lone courier on the 93rd of Zi'da. Whether Llyr found it or not was entirely up to how aware of his own property he was, and if he ever happened upon Woe's room in the hotel.

Date: 82nd of Zi'da 720

Precious Magpie,

It’s with extreme regret that I must inform you of an unknown illness that will claim my life within a only a tentrial or less. Every doctor I’ve visited has told me that there’s nothing to be done, and that the disease is something incurable. I debated among myself whether to send this letter or not, but in the end thought it best not to leave anything unsaid. If there was ever any doubt, there’s nobody that’s had more impact on my life of late and perhaps ever than yourself.

I’m having trouble finding the words to explain myself. But if you ever wonder if your life has meaning or worth, a laughable doubt to have, but nevertheless one that occurs to most of us, remember our time in Etzos. I did mean everything I said then. Including Fuck Sintra.

What better a demonstration of devotion could I give toward you, that you would turn a webspinner on his head and make him say that, if it wasn’t true?

Anyway, I wished to convey my greatest respects to you, and dare I say love? Alright, at least that part may not be true, but you do harbor the spark that ripped the capacity to love out of my tangle. So it’s true from a certain perspective.

To you, I leave my small apartment in the Carnelian Prism, to use however you see fit, as well as my hone grimoires, within which I’ve recorded much of my experiences in my life before meeting you.

All of my love,
Woe.

Mysteriously, the hone grimoires that were promised in the letters were nowhere to be found.