Alrighty, so sue me 'cos I'm lazy. This was actually written several days ago, but I'm just now getting around to posting it.
It had been four days and nights since one of the pages wearing a name badge from the Red Dragon appeared in the dungeons of Rhilshen Fortress, apparently having used the shadow portal to reach Rhilshen. Shaken from his trip, and somewhat dirty as well, the young man declared that he had a message for one Alysia Skye from one Jodiah Ayreg.
Alysia Skye herself was, at this exact moment, staying at the Manor on Dark Lake. Elsewhere in Rhy'Din, the night after he first sent the page on his little assignment, Ayreg had actually spoken with Alysia very briefly at the Red Dragon while he was having one of his monumental meals, but that didn't matter. The message would be awaiting her upon her return to Rhilshen.
Message delivered, the young man escaped back through the portal gratefully, and made his way back to the Red Dragon. The pages there seemed to quail whenever Ayreg had anything to say to them lately.
Mostly since he kept sending them on some crusade such as this one.
As all correspondence penned by Jodiah go, the script is smooth and flowing, the mark of an educated hand, though this one was written on far more stable ground and with far more familiar instruments. There wasn't a single ink blotch anywhere to be found, if you can believe it.
Alysia,
By the time you recieve this, I should be making ready to depart Rhy'Din. I'm not entirely sure what all has happened in the past month, but my period of convalescence is over. I grow weary and impatient with nothing to do but rot, and would see action once again.
There is a storm coming to Rhilshen, and I intend to be there when the rain falls to stir the flood.
I will need your aid now, Alysia, and what we have previously spoken about concerning certain magics regarding mortal age. I intend to go through it, now. The circumstances surrounding Garen Corlagon have deemed it necessary. Reports concerning my death that night, as was reported in that pathetic excuse for a privvy rag, the Oracle, have been greatly exagerrated.
I remember you telling me that you require three days of fasting. Tonight there has been signs posted in regards to a soiree over someone's naming day coming soon, and I had a mind to crash it even though I wasn't personally invited. It may be the last time I get to see some people before I take up a more permanent residence in Rhilshen, if that room you made available for me is still available.
When I leave the party, I'll be bringing Harpy and what's left of my posessions in the Red Dragon and coming through the shadow gate at the Dark Lake Manor. Everything else of mine should have been moved to Taiva, under the watchful eyes of Dulmor. You were right about him, by the by; he is most capable, though he spends my money on the rennovations of the wineyard like he expects silver crowns to appear alongside the grapes amongst the leaves.
I will be in the Fortress soon, most likely a day or two past this long-expected party which is set to occur later this week. I look forward to seeing you again - Rhilshen is the only place that an old warhorse like me can make a difference.
Respectfully,
J. Ayreg
It was not magically sealed in any way, and no doubt Javan had already read it (as befitting the Master of Assassins, to ensure it was not some kind of magical trap) before it took up residence on a desk somewhere, awaiting the Emperess' hand to lift it and read.
It had been four days and nights since one of the pages wearing a name badge from the Red Dragon appeared in the dungeons of Rhilshen Fortress, apparently having used the shadow portal to reach Rhilshen. Shaken from his trip, and somewhat dirty as well, the young man declared that he had a message for one Alysia Skye from one Jodiah Ayreg.
Alysia Skye herself was, at this exact moment, staying at the Manor on Dark Lake. Elsewhere in Rhy'Din, the night after he first sent the page on his little assignment, Ayreg had actually spoken with Alysia very briefly at the Red Dragon while he was having one of his monumental meals, but that didn't matter. The message would be awaiting her upon her return to Rhilshen.
Message delivered, the young man escaped back through the portal gratefully, and made his way back to the Red Dragon. The pages there seemed to quail whenever Ayreg had anything to say to them lately.
Mostly since he kept sending them on some crusade such as this one.
As all correspondence penned by Jodiah go, the script is smooth and flowing, the mark of an educated hand, though this one was written on far more stable ground and with far more familiar instruments. There wasn't a single ink blotch anywhere to be found, if you can believe it.
Alysia,
By the time you recieve this, I should be making ready to depart Rhy'Din. I'm not entirely sure what all has happened in the past month, but my period of convalescence is over. I grow weary and impatient with nothing to do but rot, and would see action once again.
There is a storm coming to Rhilshen, and I intend to be there when the rain falls to stir the flood.
I will need your aid now, Alysia, and what we have previously spoken about concerning certain magics regarding mortal age. I intend to go through it, now. The circumstances surrounding Garen Corlagon have deemed it necessary. Reports concerning my death that night, as was reported in that pathetic excuse for a privvy rag, the Oracle, have been greatly exagerrated.
I remember you telling me that you require three days of fasting. Tonight there has been signs posted in regards to a soiree over someone's naming day coming soon, and I had a mind to crash it even though I wasn't personally invited. It may be the last time I get to see some people before I take up a more permanent residence in Rhilshen, if that room you made available for me is still available.
When I leave the party, I'll be bringing Harpy and what's left of my posessions in the Red Dragon and coming through the shadow gate at the Dark Lake Manor. Everything else of mine should have been moved to Taiva, under the watchful eyes of Dulmor. You were right about him, by the by; he is most capable, though he spends my money on the rennovations of the wineyard like he expects silver crowns to appear alongside the grapes amongst the leaves.
I will be in the Fortress soon, most likely a day or two past this long-expected party which is set to occur later this week. I look forward to seeing you again - Rhilshen is the only place that an old warhorse like me can make a difference.
Respectfully,
J. Ayreg
It was not magically sealed in any way, and no doubt Javan had already read it (as befitting the Master of Assassins, to ensure it was not some kind of magical trap) before it took up residence on a desk somewhere, awaiting the Emperess' hand to lift it and read.