(props to Tara for providing dialogue for Adrianna De`Seis)
The writing table in his room was empty, for a time. Finally, putting quill to inkwell and then to parchement, he began to write a letter. He intercepted Tara that night she broke into his room, as she was attempting to read it. Perhaps she finished it, and perhaps not, he truly did not know.
Neither did he care, for that matter.
Lady De`Seis,
I regret that it has been so long since we last communicated. I understand your operations were going quite well in Iksindrum the last time I was there. Of course, that depends entirely upon one's point of view, though. I dislike speaking with you for any regular period of time, so I will make myself plain and attempt to use small words:
I have established myself in Rhy'Din City, some hundred leagues south of your last known location. I write not for pleasantries, but in a minor request of assistance. If you have any contacts in Malfeas, do inform them that I have come across a bit of trouble here, and would need some assistance from the Malfeans in a small, trifling way.
Your brother in the shadow,
Jodiah
Some days later, the server behind the counter mentioned to him that a missive had come in the post for him. Taking it back to his room, he opened it and smirked. "So" he mused, "she is still alive, after all."
Ayreg,
A snowflake has a better chance in Hell than you do of obtaining assistance from Malfeas. What gall, really. The Voice has not appeared since the fall of the Temple of Life, and you, of all people, know this. Furthermore, your very letter endangers the position with which I have carefully worked myself into and I am alarmed, if not dismayed, by your carelessness in this regard. Do not write me again, foolish man, lest I be forced to educate you in the finer points of my unbridled temper.
Adrianna
And in as good of a mood as ever she was. Such the contrast from the sweet, loving, doting little thing he knew as a paladin in the Temple of Life. Of course, having one's very soul inverted and then forced back into the flesh could do strange things to a man.
Or a woman.
Lady De`Seis,
You'll mind your tone with me, woman. I expect a civil word for a civil word, and I'm not above putting you over my knee to proove the point.
Perhaps I underestimated how clever you were, as well, if a letter or two can topple the infiltrations of whatever guild you're in now. I understand that the majority of the great guilds have fallen, by this time. No doubt due to your incessant work to divide the populace, of course. You'll forgive me if I don't point out specific occurances, as I have been indisposed for some period of time.
Have you been in contact with Garen lately? Perhaps he can provide the assistance I need, since you are so clearly beyond reproach in the matter.
Your brother,
Jodiah
The three had parted ways after the burning of the great city. Adrianna De`Seis moved to the north, and those lush and fertile lands filled with the great guilds. Wars waged between them, but the people kept the land strong. It was De`Seis' role to bring disharmony and divide to the people of Rhy'Din. In the intervening years since the fall of the great city and the Temple of Life, she seemed to be performing her duty admirably.
Ayreg,
There are two things that keep me company in my bedroom at night; my copy of The Book of Light and my right hand. Until there comes a day - and there never will - that I add you to that mix, you can cease behaving as if you are my lord and master. I already killed one of those, or has your decrepit brain fermented so much that you have forgotten?
My guild affairs, while truly no business of your own, are of great importance to me. It is imperative that nothing I am currently involved in become in in any way affected by what once was, particularly with the fall of the aforesaid organizations, in mind.
As for our Garen, I can no more regret to inform you that he is dead as I can that I only wish you would have joined him--undoubtedly by some strange and fortunate stroke of luck--than were you to have, utterly, taken his place.
Adrianna
And with every last shred of grace, and sultry devilment she had before. A spark lit in Ayreg, then, and a familiar twitch felt to flesh long unused. For a time, he could think of nothing more than ravaging his fellow death knight. Of mounting her, and using her for his pleasure.
It was a fleeting thing. Jodiah Ayreg was wiser than that.
Their relationship was purely professional, of course, during their time spent together at the Temple of Life -- besides, she was married. Little did that fact help her husband, though, stabbed through the heart even in the moment of their embrace.
Lady De`Seis,
Spiteful little minx. I like that in a woman. Perhaps if you're ever in Rhy'Din, I can play host for you in my room here at the Red Dragon. You would have to be securely tied to the bed, of course -- I'd just assume not have a knife stuck through my ribs like the little black widow that I know you are.
Garen Corlagon was the best of us. Greedy for power, and quite open with his malicious ways, I'm sure he was eventually struck down like a wild beast. Such is the value of a lesson in temperance, and the benefits of being subtle.
You would, of course, know all about that, wouldn't you? I heard the locals in Iksindrum chased you out with rock and torch after they learned it was you who was bathing in the blood of their innocents. Dreadful business, but not without its keen edge. The Mistress of Torment must be proud of you.
Your brother,
Jodiah
The writing table in his room was empty, for a time. Finally, putting quill to inkwell and then to parchement, he began to write a letter. He intercepted Tara that night she broke into his room, as she was attempting to read it. Perhaps she finished it, and perhaps not, he truly did not know.
Neither did he care, for that matter.
Lady De`Seis,
I regret that it has been so long since we last communicated. I understand your operations were going quite well in Iksindrum the last time I was there. Of course, that depends entirely upon one's point of view, though. I dislike speaking with you for any regular period of time, so I will make myself plain and attempt to use small words:
I have established myself in Rhy'Din City, some hundred leagues south of your last known location. I write not for pleasantries, but in a minor request of assistance. If you have any contacts in Malfeas, do inform them that I have come across a bit of trouble here, and would need some assistance from the Malfeans in a small, trifling way.
Your brother in the shadow,
Jodiah
Some days later, the server behind the counter mentioned to him that a missive had come in the post for him. Taking it back to his room, he opened it and smirked. "So" he mused, "she is still alive, after all."
Ayreg,
A snowflake has a better chance in Hell than you do of obtaining assistance from Malfeas. What gall, really. The Voice has not appeared since the fall of the Temple of Life, and you, of all people, know this. Furthermore, your very letter endangers the position with which I have carefully worked myself into and I am alarmed, if not dismayed, by your carelessness in this regard. Do not write me again, foolish man, lest I be forced to educate you in the finer points of my unbridled temper.
Adrianna
And in as good of a mood as ever she was. Such the contrast from the sweet, loving, doting little thing he knew as a paladin in the Temple of Life. Of course, having one's very soul inverted and then forced back into the flesh could do strange things to a man.
Or a woman.
Lady De`Seis,
You'll mind your tone with me, woman. I expect a civil word for a civil word, and I'm not above putting you over my knee to proove the point.
Perhaps I underestimated how clever you were, as well, if a letter or two can topple the infiltrations of whatever guild you're in now. I understand that the majority of the great guilds have fallen, by this time. No doubt due to your incessant work to divide the populace, of course. You'll forgive me if I don't point out specific occurances, as I have been indisposed for some period of time.
Have you been in contact with Garen lately? Perhaps he can provide the assistance I need, since you are so clearly beyond reproach in the matter.
Your brother,
Jodiah
The three had parted ways after the burning of the great city. Adrianna De`Seis moved to the north, and those lush and fertile lands filled with the great guilds. Wars waged between them, but the people kept the land strong. It was De`Seis' role to bring disharmony and divide to the people of Rhy'Din. In the intervening years since the fall of the great city and the Temple of Life, she seemed to be performing her duty admirably.
Ayreg,
There are two things that keep me company in my bedroom at night; my copy of The Book of Light and my right hand. Until there comes a day - and there never will - that I add you to that mix, you can cease behaving as if you are my lord and master. I already killed one of those, or has your decrepit brain fermented so much that you have forgotten?
My guild affairs, while truly no business of your own, are of great importance to me. It is imperative that nothing I am currently involved in become in in any way affected by what once was, particularly with the fall of the aforesaid organizations, in mind.
As for our Garen, I can no more regret to inform you that he is dead as I can that I only wish you would have joined him--undoubtedly by some strange and fortunate stroke of luck--than were you to have, utterly, taken his place.
Adrianna
And with every last shred of grace, and sultry devilment she had before. A spark lit in Ayreg, then, and a familiar twitch felt to flesh long unused. For a time, he could think of nothing more than ravaging his fellow death knight. Of mounting her, and using her for his pleasure.
It was a fleeting thing. Jodiah Ayreg was wiser than that.
Their relationship was purely professional, of course, during their time spent together at the Temple of Life -- besides, she was married. Little did that fact help her husband, though, stabbed through the heart even in the moment of their embrace.
Lady De`Seis,
Spiteful little minx. I like that in a woman. Perhaps if you're ever in Rhy'Din, I can play host for you in my room here at the Red Dragon. You would have to be securely tied to the bed, of course -- I'd just assume not have a knife stuck through my ribs like the little black widow that I know you are.
Garen Corlagon was the best of us. Greedy for power, and quite open with his malicious ways, I'm sure he was eventually struck down like a wild beast. Such is the value of a lesson in temperance, and the benefits of being subtle.
You would, of course, know all about that, wouldn't you? I heard the locals in Iksindrum chased you out with rock and torch after they learned it was you who was bathing in the blood of their innocents. Dreadful business, but not without its keen edge. The Mistress of Torment must be proud of you.
Your brother,
Jodiah