A letter arrived in Allemantheia to one of the deeper grand apartments and homes of the elven elite. A servant nearly as dapper of the men he cared for left the folded origami of lovely printed paper upon the desk of one master.
Arellon,
I do hope this letter finds you and the others well. I do apologize for the tardiness in replies, but I never knew what to expect when arriving in Velika. No sooner had I settled than the federation seemed to have need of a healer. An island has appeared from the heart of the ocean, strange in so many ways. As if it had always been yet never found. Risen from the waters and teeming with life, yet all around it is hollowed dropping into nothingness. I am unsure if any have traveled far enough over the cliffs to find where the ocean finally ends.
Of course, I did not send this letter to merely speak of things you certainly know of already. I doubt the news of the far lands and this federation remain outside of your scrutiny. But there has been an interesting twist. I do ask you not impart this to my mother. Undoubtedly, she would not understand, assuming the very worst of my morals and standing.
The Valkyon have endless goals all for the good of this fine federation. They play at conquest, even go so far as to say it is protecting the world from the would be dangers. Frankly, a great deal of it is all so boring. I would much rather spend my time elsewhere than their tedious demands. It was that sentiment that led me to find new company.
I have embarked on a different journey than we first spoke of. I met a few Castanics, surprising as that is. We have formed a company, young still but with a chance of promise. The long goal it seems revolves around import and export. All well and good.
But the mastermind of this endeavor seems to have another idea. Strange as it seems, this Castanic fancies bringing an exotic taste to Allemantheia. I would say it a maddening idea, but I thought if any would have a clear understanding or consideration to give, you may. He wishes to open a brothel, private as the Mysterium chambers for the elven to indulge their desires.
He wishes to meet and discuss such opportunities, as well as make connections into the business affairs of our own.
If you fancy a trip abroad and a possible venture, do reply. If nothing else, the waters and sunshine here are far different and a welcome change if only for a holiday.
In care,
Voriel
(may look something like this, with multiple pieces being letters etc)
Arellon,
I do hope this letter finds you and the others well. I do apologize for the tardiness in replies, but I never knew what to expect when arriving in Velika. No sooner had I settled than the federation seemed to have need of a healer. An island has appeared from the heart of the ocean, strange in so many ways. As if it had always been yet never found. Risen from the waters and teeming with life, yet all around it is hollowed dropping into nothingness. I am unsure if any have traveled far enough over the cliffs to find where the ocean finally ends.
Of course, I did not send this letter to merely speak of things you certainly know of already. I doubt the news of the far lands and this federation remain outside of your scrutiny. But there has been an interesting twist. I do ask you not impart this to my mother. Undoubtedly, she would not understand, assuming the very worst of my morals and standing.
The Valkyon have endless goals all for the good of this fine federation. They play at conquest, even go so far as to say it is protecting the world from the would be dangers. Frankly, a great deal of it is all so boring. I would much rather spend my time elsewhere than their tedious demands. It was that sentiment that led me to find new company.
I have embarked on a different journey than we first spoke of. I met a few Castanics, surprising as that is. We have formed a company, young still but with a chance of promise. The long goal it seems revolves around import and export. All well and good.
But the mastermind of this endeavor seems to have another idea. Strange as it seems, this Castanic fancies bringing an exotic taste to Allemantheia. I would say it a maddening idea, but I thought if any would have a clear understanding or consideration to give, you may. He wishes to open a brothel, private as the Mysterium chambers for the elven to indulge their desires.
He wishes to meet and discuss such opportunities, as well as make connections into the business affairs of our own.
If you fancy a trip abroad and a possible venture, do reply. If nothing else, the waters and sunshine here are far different and a welcome change if only for a holiday.
In care,
Voriel
(may look something like this, with multiple pieces being letters etc)