Post by Jorkahn Wealddir on Apr 15, 2015 1:43:07 GMT -5
Dearest Sister,
I am writing to you with tidings of good news, but alas it is with a heavy heart. Heavy with regret at my most horrid of deeds. I suppose I should start with the good news, lest I break down into an emotional wreck again and never finish this letter. No, I should really start by apologizing for taking so long to write. Though Mother and Father, and even Brother, likely haven't the slightest inkling that I have gone missing, I am certain you have been quite worried. As is obvious by my contacting you I am fine, physically. I only wish to be stable mentally and emotionally once more. But not all is doom and gloom, there have been a few positive things of note.
I made a new friend, at least I like to think of him as a friend. You wouldn't believe, but it is the Duke of Mardok himself! A Mister Tyr Mardok: Smith, Tanner, Shaper of metal and animal skins, maker of all! At least, of anything of use. Whether it be arms or armor (He actually made me my own set, I feel you can only imagine my excitement!) lanterns, tents, packs, travelling gear, clothes, just about anything that can be made without magic he can make it. It is quite impressive. He has helped me in other areas as well, I will show you when I finally return home!
Tyr is a rather nice individual, he has helped me out of a tight spot or two and I have only known him for little more than a month. He knows other forms of martial arts and he has promised to provide some of his knowledge in exchange for my help and a little bit of my own. Another aspect of my life that is most exciting! I may even be able to learn the language of the Skaldi! Perhaps I could teach it to Father and Brother? Do you think they would be proud? Hmm, doubtful I suppose. The only other situation of note is me competing in the Tournament of Jewels in Sorath City! I have won my first match, but I do not feel as proud as I should.
You see, this leads me to the bad news, that which weighs heavily on my mind. The weapons we were given, we were told, were dulled and dangerous, but not life threatening. I realized that they were perhaps more dangerous than I had originally assumed the moment I landed my first strike. However, I still foolishly believed that they could do no true harm as long as I didn't hit any openly vital areas. But...
The next part is scrawled in an apparently shaky hand.
I hit her in the back. Just between the shoulder blades. Oh gods, I can still hear the sound it made. The bones cracked, flesh tore. I can still see the look on her face when I went to see if she was hale. She couldn't move. I ruined her life, Valorie. For some entertainment, for sport! All for the greater good of the people! To enrich their lives, through the reckless endangerment of our own. It was an accident. I feel sick.
The end of the letter seems more composed and less emotional, as if some time had passed.
Perhaps after the tournament ends, and I have no further obligations, I will return home to recuperate. It will be nice to see you. Gods it would be nice to see the whole family. I could tell you all stories of my journies, do you think father would listen? Perhaps he will finally be proud of me?
With the greatest love,
Jorkahn Wealddir.
I suppose this would count towards Literacy II and High Cruic II.
I am writing to you with tidings of good news, but alas it is with a heavy heart. Heavy with regret at my most horrid of deeds. I suppose I should start with the good news, lest I break down into an emotional wreck again and never finish this letter. No, I should really start by apologizing for taking so long to write. Though Mother and Father, and even Brother, likely haven't the slightest inkling that I have gone missing, I am certain you have been quite worried. As is obvious by my contacting you I am fine, physically. I only wish to be stable mentally and emotionally once more. But not all is doom and gloom, there have been a few positive things of note.
I made a new friend, at least I like to think of him as a friend. You wouldn't believe, but it is the Duke of Mardok himself! A Mister Tyr Mardok: Smith, Tanner, Shaper of metal and animal skins, maker of all! At least, of anything of use. Whether it be arms or armor (He actually made me my own set, I feel you can only imagine my excitement!) lanterns, tents, packs, travelling gear, clothes, just about anything that can be made without magic he can make it. It is quite impressive. He has helped me in other areas as well, I will show you when I finally return home!
Tyr is a rather nice individual, he has helped me out of a tight spot or two and I have only known him for little more than a month. He knows other forms of martial arts and he has promised to provide some of his knowledge in exchange for my help and a little bit of my own. Another aspect of my life that is most exciting! I may even be able to learn the language of the Skaldi! Perhaps I could teach it to Father and Brother? Do you think they would be proud? Hmm, doubtful I suppose. The only other situation of note is me competing in the Tournament of Jewels in Sorath City! I have won my first match, but I do not feel as proud as I should.
You see, this leads me to the bad news, that which weighs heavily on my mind. The weapons we were given, we were told, were dulled and dangerous, but not life threatening. I realized that they were perhaps more dangerous than I had originally assumed the moment I landed my first strike. However, I still foolishly believed that they could do no true harm as long as I didn't hit any openly vital areas. But...
The next part is scrawled in an apparently shaky hand.
I hit her in the back. Just between the shoulder blades. Oh gods, I can still hear the sound it made. The bones cracked, flesh tore. I can still see the look on her face when I went to see if she was hale. She couldn't move. I ruined her life, Valorie. For some entertainment, for sport! All for the greater good of the people! To enrich their lives, through the reckless endangerment of our own. It was an accident. I feel sick.
The end of the letter seems more composed and less emotional, as if some time had passed.
Perhaps after the tournament ends, and I have no further obligations, I will return home to recuperate. It will be nice to see you. Gods it would be nice to see the whole family. I could tell you all stories of my journies, do you think father would listen? Perhaps he will finally be proud of me?
With the greatest love,
Jorkahn Wealddir.
I suppose this would count towards Literacy II and High Cruic II.