Dear Everyone.

[Spooks]

A carefully written letter in a blocky script is posted in Marsember, Suzail, Redmist, Dhedluk, Waymoot, Shallybrook, Skullcrag, Arabel, Thunderstone, Tyrluk, Eveningstar, High Horn and finally Isinhold.


Dear Everyone,

I can't specifically address this to anyone in particular, but I am writing this in response to some advice I received from someone who I hope can forgive me. My name is Thraden Hallomein. I am from the county of Unther, and am the son of Ranan Hallomein. I follow the Foehammer, Tempus, devoutly. Regardless of what certain people think, I do follow Tempus and his methods to live life as best I can figure them.

Now to get to the point...

Most everyone who knew me, knew that I was engaged with a woman named Evana Steel. She and I were very much in love, and in fact I still could not ever think of hating her. I had recently ended the engagement when I had been blindsided by the appearance of another woman, who I had by my side, and never took note of how amazing she was. Her name is Mithika.

Mithika and I are now together. And once I told someone that hiding makes you look guilty... and I won't hide anything. I won't try to hide my secrets, and I won't hide my love for Mithika. I am wanted dead, by more than one person as best I can figure. I assume one is in vengeance for breaking Evana's heart, which was something that I was dreading ever since I knew it had to be done.

I'm not asking for protection, I'm not asking for aid. I am trying to set myself apart from the image my father seems to always cast over me. I was involved with two women. Assume what you want. But I did the best I saw fit, in the fairest way possible to everyone -directly- involved, to spare their feelings.

I'm not some glorified hero. I'm a man. I'm nowhere near perfect, and I just want you all to know that this was all just... how it flowed. No anger, no revenge, nothing. I fell in love with another woman, and broke the first one's heart.

Condemn me for trying to be happy, if that's what it takes.


-Thraden Hallomein

[Lady Frost]

*Zodika, wearing her common red attire, looks over the board in Redmist and tugs off the letter reading it closely. After reading it she slightly shakes her head and folds the letter, tucking it away. After drinking a mug of something she leaves.*

[The Flying Ve]

In the inn of Dhedluk, the message is no more a mere night later. In its place four parallel scratches stand silent monument to whoever removed it.

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[The following is to be treated as OOC info only. The only possible IC witness is Kirika.]



The watcher slinks into the shadowy alcove, a piece of paper rolled up in his mouth. He musters the young man kneeling before the altar as he curls up on the ground.

He is gaunter than he used to be, his many scarred skin and what remains of his muscles pulled tautly over his ribs. Between each of them, etched into his skin in minituous detail, small glyphs glisten with an unsettling unlight, sucking the sparse candlelight from the room and condensing the blackness around the man. Over and over these runes cover his skin in sleek, subtle designs.

In front of the young man, a row of black candles flicker, driving his shadow back into the small room. The watcher cannot see it, but in his mind eye, it seems quite a contrast, a silent war between light and darkness below the strong, booming chanting of the man.

In light we shall prosper unseen, in darkness we shall thrive. Until the night swallows the day, we remain hidden. One with dark. One with the shadow. We become...

The young man sways slightly as one of the runes emits a black burst of shadow, thin tendrils edging towards the candles in front up him.

...what we must be by his will. Praise the shadow and give us strength to deliver its due.

Specks of blood litter the floor under the tendrils as they envelope the flame of a single candle and almost anticlimactically extinguish it soundlessly. The silence drones on for some time after the young man collapses in front of the altar, sweating all over and breathing shallow. He almost doesn't notice the panther drop a rolled up piece of parchment on the floor in front of his face.

His eyelids flicker, then burst fully open, revealing one cold grey eye gazing ahead with burning intensity and one, where the white has gone to be replaced entirely by black.

What is this?

The watcher flicks a clawed paw idly behind his ear, scratching it profusely, then produces a single word almost inaudible in a gluttaral roar.

Letter.

With trembling fingers, weak from the ritual, the man opens it and reads its contents twice. His face shows absolutely no emotion at all, but his voice is significantly harder, if tired and strained.

Does this young fool wish to force my hand, or why is he begging me to kill him? Tell me, father, would you grant his death wish?

The watcher bares his fangs and roars another word...

Yes.

Dark laughter ends the debate.

[iangallowglas]

Seamus reads the letter while in Suzail, then chuckles "So that's what this is all about. Love does do strange things to men". He continues reading then stops and says "He can't be serious when he says he thinks more than one person wants to kill him, he's a Hallomein. He has to know the number of people that want to kill him are nearly endless". Grinning, he walks off.

[The Supreme Watcher]

Garum Glandash examines the page in the Regal Griffon Inn, and swears a curse that would make even the rowdiest half-orc sailor's mother cringe. Breathing deeply, he rubs his forehead, and does his best to work out the situation.

"She's going to be heartbroken," he concluded, and turned on his heel, leaving the inn.

As his blue dragonscale armor, complete with glimmering silver chainmail shimmered out of the inn, he said with a chuckle, "Looks like I get another shot at least..."

No one heard his inward comment: "... maybe this time I'll have the stones."

[firesblade]

In Isinhold, Kalee reads over the letter, her smile bright and then tsking a bit.

"Well, that is silly really. Why would anyone hate him just because of his father? Whoever he is."

Her smile fades slightly as she continues to read.

"Oh my. Is that what happens with love? Is it easy to fall in and out of love? Who could I ask?"

She giggled realizing she was talking to herself again. Looking back to the letter, her eyes suddenly widen, "Oh... Oh my... Oh but it will be alright. I'm sure of it."

She nodded her mood much improved then hurried up the stairs.

[mythosfakir]

Entering the inn at Isinhold, the elf whose face seemed always constantly covered by an ivory masquerade mask took the time to read the message board as he often did. Many times he found the note of a fine smith or artisan whose skills he would come to need in the future, but this night a different note caught his eye.

He stood reading the message, his mask concealing whatever emotions may have played across his face. He knew not this Thraden or his father; nor did he recognize any of the other names mentioned specifically. Still, looking on the message he sighed and shook his head, saying softly, "Humans. When will they understand?"

Before moving off he gently placed his hand over the note and its words and bowed his head, whispering softly to his gods in Elvish.

"Lady Goldheart guide this love and these people though they be N'Tel'Quessir. Show them the truth of love and romance and spare them hate and hardship. Let Love flourish and bloom like a rose and hatred and jealous wither and fade like leaves before the winter's frost."

[tskfrc58]

Uthar (miraster) stood quietly in the Wild Wolf, as meltwater dripped from his frozen cloak and cowl. He caught the note as bieng out of place on the usually sparsely posted board. Normally such things proved of little import to the wizard, who had far more important things to do than read the prattle from some insignificant fool, but this time his agile mind was churning over a few small details.

He carefully examined the notice, pondering if this perhaps, could be the one that was standing to the side of the woman he had had words with so recently. The pair had done a rather remarkable job of restraining their fool of an elf companion from attempting to attack him in a blind rage. While antagonizing the elf was simply a diversion to alleviate some boredom, it had proven remarkably easy. A few implied insults, and questions of the elf's competancy was all it took to have him openly frothing at the mouth like a rabid worg. Indeed the only sound out of the elf's mouth was a long drawn out "rrrrrrrrrrr". Uthar only laughed at him, certain the fool would have came at him, forcing him to gleefully "defend himself" . The thought of torturing the fool brought a white toothed smile from under his cowl, but, alas, the woman had managed to calm the elf down, sending him back into the inn with a few well placed words of wisdom.

Still, the girl had indicated that she had some dealings with an old acquaintance...an old...powerful acquaintance. He had questioned the girl about her relationship, trying to establish wether or not she was an apprentice or another concubine of the archmage, but she was either quite confused or calculating in her responses to appear so.

Uthar exhaled loudly through his nose then muttered "Perhaps this pair bear some further watching..." He then tightened his cowl and stepped out into the snow, headed north into the peaks.

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Elvewyn looks over the note in Suzail. The note itself having gathered various grubby marks. He gives a slight snort as he reads over the note and he rolls his eyes, tucking the note into his cloak.

He is suprised people want to kill him? Hmm. I could make a deal with this one.

*Elvewyn shrugs and pulls his cloak tighter, flipping the hood. Obviously he is trying his best to not have his face seen and he vanishes into tHe hustle and bustle of Suzail life*

~Sio