Dear Lord Caylean,
Much has passed since we last spoke. I hope you have met fortune unknown and unimagined by any of us.
Shortly after you receive this letter you should receive from us a large package by shipment. It is a holy relic of the church of Grozomantius, which we took from some travelling priests we came across. Beretta, working with some sort of mind-worm known as "The Spice of Life" and the Council of Anarchy, organized transport of it to you in Sigil.
With the ark stolen, Grozomantius is organizing a donation drive. Unless you have a better plan, I think we should organize to frame the church. Make it appear as them hiding the relic to drum up unwarranted support and funds. It would obviously be hard for them to receive donations in the future once they are shown to be frauds.
Please advise us if you would like us to be a part of any future plans with the ark. For my own part, I am eager to see this through.
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Sunday, November 11, 2012
The Unknowns Themselves
Dad,
Not much has happened for me since I last wrote to you.
I'm convinced we need to get rid of this damned ark. I have no interest of holding onto it. Pretty much everyone else in the party doesn't feel one way or another about it. They have a bone to pick with the mimir.
We arrived at the city of Automata which has many laws and regulations. Since I didn't want the ark to be found when I entered the city, I camped outside the city to guard it with Carbanion. The rest entered the city.
For some reason, Beretta decided to sneak past the customs agents. As a result of this, she didn't get customs forms and they didn't store her contraband. Then, for reasons that even the great club in the sky couldn't understand, she turned herself in and implicated the rest of the party who were inside. Maybe an explanation of her behavior is The Great Unknown. What a useless pile of bones she turned out to be.
Long story short: Beretta is still in jail and the rest of the party was released without charges (other than a mark against each of them).
We now know of an underground tunnel through which we can enter and leave the city without being subject to searches. Unfortunately, we do not have a way to travel from underground to aboveground except by passing in front of an automaton security guard. Needless to say, we do not prefer that course of action.
Love,
Buddyo
Not much has happened for me since I last wrote to you.
I'm convinced we need to get rid of this damned ark. I have no interest of holding onto it. Pretty much everyone else in the party doesn't feel one way or another about it. They have a bone to pick with the mimir.
We arrived at the city of Automata which has many laws and regulations. Since I didn't want the ark to be found when I entered the city, I camped outside the city to guard it with Carbanion. The rest entered the city.
For some reason, Beretta decided to sneak past the customs agents. As a result of this, she didn't get customs forms and they didn't store her contraband. Then, for reasons that even the great club in the sky couldn't understand, she turned herself in and implicated the rest of the party who were inside. Maybe an explanation of her behavior is The Great Unknown. What a useless pile of bones she turned out to be.
Long story short: Beretta is still in jail and the rest of the party was released without charges (other than a mark against each of them).
We now know of an underground tunnel through which we can enter and leave the city without being subject to searches. Unfortunately, we do not have a way to travel from underground to aboveground except by passing in front of an automaton security guard. Needless to say, we do not prefer that course of action.
Love,
Buddyo
Sunday, October 21, 2012
I was crying
Dad,
You didn't tell mom about anything, right? If you won't keep a secret, please don't read this letter.
I know you don't want to hear a word about Factions-this or Powers-that, and I'm sorry.
Two days ago, we came across some priests and soldiers of the Power Grozomantius At first, I thought they were actually Athar. They seemed so silly, carrying around some golden box which could cast illusions. I couldn't fathom that they honestly believed what they said. My friends and I took their magic box, and they didn't like it.
I killed one of them.
The strong live, the weak die. More of the priests would have died if I didn't stand between the priests and my own party members. Mom taught me this; but is being weak so wrong? The members of our expedition are crazed and bloodthirsty. I killed, but I didn't really want to kill him. Why did I pick that fight? Dad, I didn't try to kill him. You know how clumsy I can be.
It wasn't until the next day that I could really reflect on what happened. It was raining hard on us while we traveled and I kept to myself. When anyone looked at me or shared a word with me, I made sure to nod and smile. In the rain, nobody knew the difference. I smiled, and nobody knew the difference.
Buddyo
You didn't tell mom about anything, right? If you won't keep a secret, please don't read this letter.
I know you don't want to hear a word about Factions-this or Powers-that, and I'm sorry.
Two days ago, we came across some priests and soldiers of the Power Grozomantius At first, I thought they were actually Athar. They seemed so silly, carrying around some golden box which could cast illusions. I couldn't fathom that they honestly believed what they said. My friends and I took their magic box, and they didn't like it.
Dad, we got in a fight.
I killed one of them.
The strong live, the weak die. More of the priests would have died if I didn't stand between the priests and my own party members. Mom taught me this; but is being weak so wrong? The members of our expedition are crazed and bloodthirsty. I killed, but I didn't really want to kill him. Why did I pick that fight? Dad, I didn't try to kill him. You know how clumsy I can be.
It wasn't until the next day that I could really reflect on what happened. It was raining hard on us while we traveled and I kept to myself. When anyone looked at me or shared a word with me, I made sure to nod and smile. In the rain, nobody knew the difference. I smiled, and nobody knew the difference.
Buddyo
Dear Dad, we're setting off!
Dear Dad,
I'm sorry that I left without saying goodbye. Remember dig deeper? I am digging deeper.
Well, Namalia recently came across what he calls a mimir. It is a supernatural toy that floats and follows him around. Well, it also records messages and plays them for us if we can guess the right thing to ask.
The mimir told us that if we carry it all over, it will charge up. Once charged, it can do whatever we ask it to do. After we charged it at a few places around the neighborhood, I asked it to make me strong like Mom. The mimir didn't do anything. I think this is a waste of time, but my friends say we just need to charge it some more.
I hope you don't mind that I took the big bone with me. There's always another one, right? Just to be safe, will you not tell mom?
Well, we are now travelling farther away from home, and I never got a chance to come home and say goodbye. I hope work isn't too difficult for you because I'm gone... Mom is still there, I suppose.
We've been on the road for over a week now, and have come across other travellers twice. These people we've met have been awful. They demand money from us, or else they'll fight us. The people out here must be really desperate for money; they attack us even though they are outnumbered and have no chance of beating us. Is there anything we could do to help them? If I remember, I will ask the mimir what it thinks. I bet it has nothing to say - little good it's done any of us so far!
Would you please not tell mom? About any of this, I mean.
Love,
Buddyo
I'm sorry that I left without saying goodbye. Remember dig deeper? I am digging deeper.
Well, Namalia recently came across what he calls a mimir. It is a supernatural toy that floats and follows him around. Well, it also records messages and plays them for us if we can guess the right thing to ask.
The mimir told us that if we carry it all over, it will charge up. Once charged, it can do whatever we ask it to do. After we charged it at a few places around the neighborhood, I asked it to make me strong like Mom. The mimir didn't do anything. I think this is a waste of time, but my friends say we just need to charge it some more.
I hope you don't mind that I took the big bone with me. There's always another one, right? Just to be safe, will you not tell mom?
Well, we are now travelling farther away from home, and I never got a chance to come home and say goodbye. I hope work isn't too difficult for you because I'm gone... Mom is still there, I suppose.
We've been on the road for over a week now, and have come across other travellers twice. These people we've met have been awful. They demand money from us, or else they'll fight us. The people out here must be really desperate for money; they attack us even though they are outnumbered and have no chance of beating us. Is there anything we could do to help them? If I remember, I will ask the mimir what it thinks. I bet it has nothing to say - little good it's done any of us so far!
Would you please not tell mom? About any of this, I mean.
Love,
Buddyo
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