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[when the caravans arrive from their travels to drop off supplies from not-so-far-off lands, certain parcels get pulled away and taken directly to the council for analysis. they are easily cleared, and distributed appropriately to its recipient.
thancred will receive soaps and an assortment of bottles containing lotions, shampoo, and conditioner. included will also be a recipe for s'mores, as well as neatly packaged ingredients; one can only imagine how they kept well during the travel—but thancred can surmise it was so because of her magic.
there will be no sender, and no letter explaining the parcel's content.]
thancred will receive soaps and an assortment of bottles containing lotions, shampoo, and conditioner. included will also be a recipe for s'mores, as well as neatly packaged ingredients; one can only imagine how they kept well during the travel—but thancred can surmise it was so because of her magic.
there will be no sender, and no letter explaining the parcel's content.]
[ At an ungodly hour...sorry, friend. ]
тнαηcяε∂? αяε үσυ αωαкε?
тнαηcяε∂? αяε үσυ αωαкε?
[ He spends a good few hours considering who at the castle he wants to contact. Thancred is who he settles on: someone not so prominent as Stephen, without the eyes of the High Mage on him. And Thancred would be first to know word of Himeka.
Even so, he's careful when he reaches out. Unlike the Free Cities, Thorne's walls are narrow. ]
Can you talk?
Even so, he's careful when he reaches out. Unlike the Free Cities, Thorne's walls are narrow. ]
Can you talk?
Dearest Thancred,
'Tis my hope that this message will reach thee in time, however I must confess that that I hath not yet initiated this manner of communication with any kind of success. If any other than Thancred doth receive this message, I prithee ignore the contents.
I write to you now from the library of Castle Thorne where I hath sequesered myself these last few days. 'Twas while perusing a newly-found tome on Abraxan astronomy that mine attention was drawn towards the rising of the new moon following Heavensturn, which did serve to remind me that an important date draweth near.
Art thou aware Himeka's birthday is but a handful of days away?
Have you heard from Urianger?
Last I knew he was with Istredd. The book nerds.
Something happened with Istredd, I don't know, he was scared and now I can't get a hold of him.
Thancred
t̴͕͚̠̰͆͑̎̐̓̓͛͝͠ḧ̶̨̖͚͔̳̦͙͈̤̞́̇ò̵̧̘̲͚̯̫̜̳̍̕ư̷̡͓̬̍̍̃̆̿̿ ̴̡̢̻̮̲̦͎̩̂̒̈́̽̕ả̵̢̡̛̄͆̈́͗ͅŕ̸̘̉̐̑̑̍͘͠͠t̶͈̾͊̽͛̃ ̵͎̼͔̪̣̻̬̘͎́̉͗͑̆̍̆̇̾͝ş̷̢̛̲̬̼̬̪̤̐̏́̎͛̾͂͠ă̵̧̧̛̜͓͔̎̾̒̄f̶̜̃͐̿̈́̌̚͘ḙ̶͚̥͎͋͋̽̚?̷͈̎́̈́̅̔
Ì̶̢̠̗̲̍͜͜ ̷̨̯͔̜͖̖̗͛̇͋̓̌̔̂͂̈́k̴͎̤͎͍̈̇̂̋n̶̪̳͈̅̄͑̉̈̓̂͗̕͠ǒ̸̪͇̟̱̬̬̭̯͊͛̌͆̃̒̿̚͝w̵̭̥̮͔̤͒̆̀̓̎ not where I am
Istredd a̴̡̡͇̟̘͉̳̰̅̓̂̃͋̅͊̈́͜ṉ̸̡̧̢̣̣͍̭̅̑͐͋͋͠͝d̴̦̭͈̪̟̝̩͐̊͗̉̏̒͋̄ ̴̯̋Ǐ̶̩͐́͋̂ ̶̢̧͙̠̪͙̬̹̼̟̓͋̃̚͝ẁ̷̛̖̻̂̓͊̍͊͘e̷̠̟̩͍̜̻͎̖̺͉͝r̷̮̯̪̮͂e̸̬̲͙̳̓̆͜ taken and i̶̢̤̰̲̳̺͈͌̌̃̀̓̀̅̈́̑͠m̵͔͚̭͖̱͎̮̂̅̋̈͂̅̅͂͛p̸̭̱͗͌̔̿̚͘͘r̵̢͎̃̋i̸͙̬̭̗̞̟͍̒̉͆͊̑́̎̀̒͜ͅͅs̸̳̥̲̕ô̴̜̥̺̜͕͚̹̒͠͝n̴͎̗̍̐̚ë̶̢̧̤̟̮́͒̈͗̕̕͠͝ḓ̴̢͎͇̤̟̠̤͐͗̅̎̄̀͌͜͠
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m̶̢̨̲̠̗̤̬̯̒̈́̑̓̓͐̽̍̃̕ͅá̴͉̘̓͜ń̶̝̟̳̯̆̃ỵ̶̡̻̦̱̰̙̦͂̊͋͛͆́̚̚ ̴̠̳̎͐͊̂̀͠ọ̵̢̠͐͝t̴̠̣̅̀̏͒̆̄͑̅h̸͚̼̩͙̤̰̃̅̀͂e̵̡̛̲̤̝̰̼͎̲̜͙̓͗̀̉̕̕ȑ̸̛̲̼͎̼ͅs̷̳͖̻͚͌͒̇̂̂̅͂̚ͅ all factions
ine aether r̶͓̮͚͐̃͝ȇ̸͔͕̯̱̺͒̇̾̅̂̕͠ș̴̛̲͌̋̀̈́̓͆ṗ̸͚̮̩͚̟͈̥̱́̇o̴͎͆̔͋͋̽́̈́͘͝n̷̘̖̼͂̑̈́d̶̛̻̣̖͇̜͖̺͔̍͆́͆̈́ě̴̳̪̄͝ţ̶͕̣͎̖̤̬̦̝͝h̵̢͇͚͚̲̎͂̽̀ ̴̘̜̍͐͒̚͘n̷̡̨̠̝̻̓́̿͛̋́̚͘͘͜ȏ̸͈̜̦͕̞̪͈̫͎́͐͛̅͌̐͘͜͝͝t̴͍̙̗͖̲̩͍̮̏͐͂͜
Himeka?
t̴͕͚̠̰͆͑̎̐̓̓͛͝͠ḧ̶̨̖͚͔̳̦͙͈̤̞́̇ò̵̧̘̲͚̯̫̜̳̍̕ư̷̡͓̬̍̍̃̆̿̿ ̴̡̢̻̮̲̦͎̩̂̒̈́̽̕ả̵̢̡̛̄͆̈́͗ͅŕ̸̘̉̐̑̑̍͘͠͠t̶͈̾͊̽͛̃ ̵͎̼͔̪̣̻̬̘͎́̉͗͑̆̍̆̇̾͝ş̷̢̛̲̬̼̬̪̤̐̏́̎͛̾͂͠ă̵̧̧̛̜͓͔̎̾̒̄f̶̜̃͐̿̈́̌̚͘ḙ̶͚̥͎͋͋̽̚?̷͈̎́̈́̅̔
Ì̶̢̠̗̲̍͜͜ ̷̨̯͔̜͖̖̗͛̇͋̓̌̔̂͂̈́k̴͎̤͎͍̈̇̂̋n̶̪̳͈̅̄͑̉̈̓̂͗̕͠ǒ̸̪͇̟̱̬̬̭̯͊͛̌͆̃̒̿̚͝w̵̭̥̮͔̤͒̆̀̓̎ not where I am
Istredd a̴̡̡͇̟̘͉̳̰̅̓̂̃͋̅͊̈́͜ṉ̸̡̧̢̣̣͍̭̅̑͐͋͋͠͝d̴̦̭͈̪̟̝̩͐̊͗̉̏̒͋̄ ̴̯̋Ǐ̶̩͐́͋̂ ̶̢̧͙̠̪͙̬̹̼̟̓͋̃̚͝ẁ̷̛̖̻̂̓͊̍͊͘e̷̠̟̩͍̜̻͎̖̺͉͝r̷̮̯̪̮͂e̸̬̲͙̳̓̆͜ taken and i̶̢̤̰̲̳̺͈͌̌̃̀̓̀̅̈́̑͠m̵͔͚̭͖̱͎̮̂̅̋̈͂̅̅͂͛p̸̭̱͗͌̔̿̚͘͘r̵̢͎̃̋i̸͙̬̭̗̞̟͍̒̉͆͊̑́̎̀̒͜ͅͅs̸̳̥̲̕ô̴̜̥̺̜͕͚̹̒͠͝n̴͎̗̍̐̚ë̶̢̧̤̟̮́͒̈͗̕̕͠͝ḓ̴̢͎͇̤̟̠̤͐͗̅̎̄̀͌͜͠
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m̶̢̨̲̠̗̤̬̯̒̈́̑̓̓͐̽̍̃̕ͅá̴͉̘̓͜ń̶̝̟̳̯̆̃ỵ̶̡̻̦̱̰̙̦͂̊͋͛͆́̚̚ ̴̠̳̎͐͊̂̀͠ọ̵̢̠͐͝t̴̠̣̅̀̏͒̆̄͑̅h̸͚̼̩͙̤̰̃̅̀͂e̵̡̛̲̤̝̰̼͎̲̜͙̓͗̀̉̕̕ȑ̸̛̲̼͎̼ͅs̷̳͖̻͚͌͒̇̂̂̅͂̚ͅ all factions
ine aether r̶͓̮͚͐̃͝ȇ̸͔͕̯̱̺͒̇̾̅̂̕͠ș̴̛̲͌̋̀̈́̓͆ṗ̸͚̮̩͚̟͈̥̱́̇o̴͎͆̔͋͋̽́̈́͘͝n̷̘̖̼͂̑̈́d̶̛̻̣̖͇̜͖̺͔̍͆́͆̈́ě̴̳̪̄͝ţ̶͕̣͎̖̤̬̦̝͝h̵̢͇͚͚̲̎͂̽̀ ̴̘̜̍͐͒̚͘n̷̡̨̠̝̻̓́̿͛̋́̚͘͘͜ȏ̸͈̜̦͕̞̪͈̫͎́͐͛̅͌̐͘͜͝͝t̴͍̙̗͖̲̩͍̮̏͐͂͜
Himeka?
Edited 2023-02-20 10:27 (UTC)
Hey. Lucifer said he couldn't locate Istredd or your friend, Urianger. I take it you know as much as he does? Is there anything I can do to help?
Dante I k̷̛̛̼̋́̅̍̉ṇ̵̹̭̪̺̜̱̆̔̉̈́͝o̴͚̎ẉ̷̧̳̬̺̣͊̇̒̌͊ͅyou're ̸̹̬̒͊p̸̆͌͒̒͘͜ŗ̸̨͇̳̞̱̯̊̀o̷͔͝ͅb̵̜̉̉͋̈͠ḁ̵̛̌͂̓͊͂̐ḃ̸̧̖̦͈͇͉̈̌͒͊̈́l̵͔͎̫̝̽͐̊̏̕͠ŷ̸̯̖̬̞̿͆̇͒͗ ̵̠͍̱̐͆̐̓̔ŗ̶̝͍̇́̂͊͆è̷̢̦̊͒͜ā̷͇̻̮͚́l̷̢͍̘̥͉̓͝l̸̛̺̮̟̄͋̑̽́͛y̶̳̓ ̶̝̯͓̣͛̋͂̆̑̓g̴̲̫̠͎̊̽̈́̉͑͝ó̸̤̞̬̯̳̦̊d̴̢̢͙̯̫̥̩̆̃d̷̨͓̱̘̂̈̂̀͘ͅa̵̧̬̟͖͙̐͋ṃ̶͐n̷̢̳̭̽̃̎̽͝ͅ ̷̹̲́b̴̨͉̦̙̖̩͔̈́u̶̗̽̽͘s̷͇͖̘̐̍̈́̆̋͘y̴̳̍̀̅ ̶̧̭͂î̴̪̱̇͑̀͝͠͝n̶̻̲̺̆́͛͜ ̸̧̝̭̃̆͋͐̒̓͝ͅt̵̝̿̓͑͊̍h̸̭̟͙̼̰̟̀̏͜ė̷͊̐̎͒͗͜͝ͅ sewers but you have to find t̵̰̳̱͇̯̊̒̊͝ḥ̶̡̮̉͌́ę̷̭͓͍̺̹̈́̽̓͆̌̽̅
̸̬͐̇T̷̥̊̿h̷̥͖̽̐ȅ̵̡̬̣̲̩̆́̅̐͗͘y̸̢͇̩̳̖̖͕̌̅̕'̵̥̱̥͆͑͒r̴͚͑͑̈̆̕ę̷̢̻̼̞͔̏̓̈͜ forcȋ̵̛͚̩̝̓̿͝n̴̟̤̦̔̉͑̋̚͝ǵ̸̬ ̵̢͉̞̪̭̦̅̍͌̽͆̀͘ų̸̲̳͚̲͗̚s̴̮̻̣̦̖̓͌ ̶̳̜̞̈̆͛̀͒̀̕ṫ̴̺̞̱̦̒̈́̽͠͝ǫ̶͙̞͗͐͊͐̑͛͠ eat jelly. Like. Shitty, ̶̥̺͈̫̳̱̍̔͌͂g̸̻̦̕r̷̛̼̮͒̑̈́̂̚͜͝o̶͍̺̺̿̃͒̀͂͝s̷͔̼̪̼̈́͆s̸̨̛̻̮̺̯̈̓̔̾̐͝ͅ m̶̢̗̅à̴̡̹̹͎̈̾̈́͝gic jelly that's turní̶̘͓͖͎̱ņ̸̪̜͆̆̂͜ǵ̸̬̙̉̒͠ ̵̨̑p̷̞̺̎͛eople into
Fuck ̸͒̉͠Ĩ̵̟̒͋̀̕ ̶͚̖͛͊̕d̶̡̜̗̈̆o̸̩̱͔̙͂̐͐n̷̡͍̣̺̉̂͝ t know
It's killing the̴̗͖̿̈́m̷͉̗̥̤̎̒̒̌.̶̰̮̻̻̼́̀̓̾ ̴̫͓͐͑͝L̸̮̥͂e̵̤̫͜͝s̵̖̻̦̜͋́̚͝sions, bleeding from ą̸̧̠̉̕n̶͚͖͔̔͊̋͗͠y̸̛̦͙̺͒͑̈ ̴̡͍̞̻̥́͂ȟ̶̛͖̑ò̶͇̕l̷̤̪͆̋̾̅e̷̬̱̘̬̅ ̵̡̥̏̈́͠ͅt̶̢̙̥̫̾̽̆͗h̴̢̢͚̖̀̔͘le they got. People are growing shit. Thorns. Mushr̸̻͙̮͗̈́̓o̵̡̩̩͚̺̽͊̚o̸͎͊͛m̵̧̧͇̑̀̽̀s̸̮̭̾̽̌̽͜.̴͖͕̪̊̂̚̕ ̸̯̥̜͖̲̐̋̂̚S̷̙̈́̈̿a̷̜̝͈̱͋̓i̶̧̺͐̾̆d̵͖͇́̂̌̔͜ ̸̮̑͊͂͠͠i̶̝̟̣̓̀̉t̷̻̤̰͊̀͛̑̒'̴̧͇̰̏͛̏͠ș̷̫̳̦͛̂͛͐̋ ̵͙̱̹͔̠͌́f̴͍̐͘͝͝ö̶͇́̔͗͘r̸͕̖̗̖̜͗́̏ ̶̫̙̖̳̈́̌͘t̵̠̪͓̍̏̊̽h̴͔̀e gods. Some of them̶̻̯̃̓̑ ̵̖̤̤͂a̶̛̳̘̜͓̜̓̀r̶̢̛̫̙͎̘̃̓̀e̸̜̤̫̕ ̴̛͎͈̪̺̔͂͜͝t̵͎̫̀̽̚r̵̞̣̥͒ý̴̺̩ị̸͓̀̍̏̅n̵̛͚̆͌̈́g̸̝̪̙͕̗̔ ̴̡̻́̍̎̊͠t̵̥͙̗͚̯͐ỏ̷̗͂̈́ ̸̛̣͗̿̕͜m̵̗̎ake the others eat it. Cult s̸̖̳̍̓̍̚h̴͖͚̦͎̝͊̈͑͊̅ị̵̬̩̥̻͊͘t̸͇̣̣͎͆̂̃.
̸̧͉͇̤̈́Ī̸̭̪͕̦̓͜ ̶̭̝̔̄s̸̡͉̻̏̋͂a̸̪̰̯̍̉̀̉w̴̛͇̘̫̭̱̋̀ ̴͇͈̥̍̑ṣ̶̡͙̅̾̚o̶͉͙̻̩͍͊́͒ḿ̴͎̟̖̟̈̌̔͜e̵̩̬͖̯̠͋̈́̿̕̚t̵̡͍̭͓͊h̸̻̥͆̎̈́̚i̸͎̓̒̐͘̚n̷͇̮͚̜̋̄͆g̴͓̪̮͑̇̆͘͠.̸̧͓̥̰͍̎̿̀̿̔
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̶̛̗͎̥́̀̒̏
̵͍́̈́̑̀̄I̴̯̬͔̿̋̅̋̾ ̸̡̡̳̠̹͌̕d̸̛͔̖̲̪́̿͗ő̸̧̮̈́́̔n̷̯̱̊̔̍͛̌͜'̴̝̻͗̆̏͂͑ṭ̴̈́́ ̸͈́k̵̬̣̭͖̤̐̈͝n̶̛͈͒ṏ̷͓̼̩̰͋w̸͙̿̐̄̃͑ ̵̰̪͚͎̗̏͌ẃ̴͍̬̐͝ḥ̵̝̝̣̀̋̚ȧ̵̰͎̝̥̩͑̈͆̀t̸̘͖̠͙̉ ̷̮̣͊̓̈̾t̶̎̏́͜h̶̳̠̍̏͂e̴̮̪͕̬̥̐̎́̐ ̶̟̇̂̇͑f̷̱͎̔͋͘͠u̸͍̤̩͆͂́ç̴̧̛͙͖͖̿̀̕̕k̴͔̟̜̓̽̌́͝ͅͅ it means.̴̟̏͂͐͛̋ͅ
Y̸̢̥͓͗̔̓͊͌̅̕͘o̸̜̜̭̊͋͊͌̍̽̽̽̄̈͂̇́͠ṷ̸͗̌̂̉̑͒̅͆̀̄͛̏̉̅̑͘͝ know I wouldn't ̴̛̉̈́̄́͠͝͠ask ̸̛̞̝̥͚̣̭̻͓̔̊̐̂͂̒̃̾̈́̋̍̓͛͒̚̚ÿ̶͔́͋̂̀́̃̅͠o̴̲̝͔͚̯̝̟̹͕̥͚͗̋̒͊͐͆͋̕ư̸̧̛̜̙͍͙̙͉̟̜̻̜̞͛̉̒͌͆͑̉ ̴̢̲̗͓̙̳̙̝̗͓̯̳͒̂̑̊͂̇͂̈́̎͜͜͝f̵̛̠̼͉̥̰̘͚͎̻͎͛͑̃̍̋̆̈́͝͠o̴̧͖͚̭̜͔̅͗̌͊́̃̈́̌̋̎̏́̊̉͛͘͠r̴̢̢͉͇̦̫̝̪͙̱̤̗̘̺̻͆͑͊̈́̓̄̾͜ help ̷̡̧̧̮̟̪͙͇͇͖̟̠̬̱̠̈́̋̔̊̃͗̓̾͘͜i̸̡̧̡̧̛̬̗̹͓̯̞̰̯̇̂͒̇́͊͠͝f̵̧̺͕̟͎̟͚̭̳͍̖̗͍̗͇͊͊̄̂̈̐́̄̄̊̓͛̕͜͜͠͠͝ ̷̡̤̰̺̖̣̲̟̠͖̃̎̆̊̅͑̃̌̊̈́͘͝ͅĮ̶̞̲͉̪̘͕̊̒ ̴̞͓̖̼͎̟̣̟̯̣̬̤͛̀̌͌́͋̏̄̌̀̐̔̊͒̈́̂d̶̗͓̳͎̗̖̖͓́̆̋͂͌̄͛̂̾͐̍͒̓͋̀̽̚͜i̵̧͎̜̦̬͖̭̠̝̦͇͛͂̊́́͐̒̔͘͜ͅd̶̛̬͐̂͛̈́͑͗͌̏̕n̴̲̫̱͙͈̪͕͂̊̀͗̔͗̐̏̏͌͗͛̕'̷̬̞̺͠ẗ̴̜̟͈̗̥̦̜̭̻̬̜͚͕͙̤̳̬́͑͒̃̿̍̀̀̿̉̑͋̐͌̚͝ need ̴̢̢̹̞̦͇̪̭̟̓̓̒͒͋̏͗̈́̓͒̇͆̇̕̚͝i̷̭̟̓̈́ṫ̶͎̪̩̝̾.̷̣͔̟̻̖̎̀͑̾̑̅̆͋̅̎̄͒̕̚̚̕ͅ
̸̬͐̇T̷̥̊̿h̷̥͖̽̐ȅ̵̡̬̣̲̩̆́̅̐͗͘y̸̢͇̩̳̖̖͕̌̅̕'̵̥̱̥͆͑͒r̴͚͑͑̈̆̕ę̷̢̻̼̞͔̏̓̈͜ forcȋ̵̛͚̩̝̓̿͝n̴̟̤̦̔̉͑̋̚͝ǵ̸̬ ̵̢͉̞̪̭̦̅̍͌̽͆̀͘ų̸̲̳͚̲͗̚s̴̮̻̣̦̖̓͌ ̶̳̜̞̈̆͛̀͒̀̕ṫ̴̺̞̱̦̒̈́̽͠͝ǫ̶͙̞͗͐͊͐̑͛͠ eat jelly. Like. Shitty, ̶̥̺͈̫̳̱̍̔͌͂g̸̻̦̕r̷̛̼̮͒̑̈́̂̚͜͝o̶͍̺̺̿̃͒̀͂͝s̷͔̼̪̼̈́͆s̸̨̛̻̮̺̯̈̓̔̾̐͝ͅ m̶̢̗̅à̴̡̹̹͎̈̾̈́͝gic jelly that's turní̶̘͓͖͎̱ņ̸̪̜͆̆̂͜ǵ̸̬̙̉̒͠ ̵̨̑p̷̞̺̎͛eople into
Fuck ̸͒̉͠Ĩ̵̟̒͋̀̕ ̶͚̖͛͊̕d̶̡̜̗̈̆o̸̩̱͔̙͂̐͐n̷̡͍̣̺̉̂͝ t know
It's killing the̴̗͖̿̈́m̷͉̗̥̤̎̒̒̌.̶̰̮̻̻̼́̀̓̾ ̴̫͓͐͑͝L̸̮̥͂e̵̤̫͜͝s̵̖̻̦̜͋́̚͝sions, bleeding from ą̸̧̠̉̕n̶͚͖͔̔͊̋͗͠y̸̛̦͙̺͒͑̈ ̴̡͍̞̻̥́͂ȟ̶̛͖̑ò̶͇̕l̷̤̪͆̋̾̅e̷̬̱̘̬̅ ̵̡̥̏̈́͠ͅt̶̢̙̥̫̾̽̆͗h̴̢̢͚̖̀̔͘le they got. People are growing shit. Thorns. Mushr̸̻͙̮͗̈́̓o̵̡̩̩͚̺̽͊̚o̸͎͊͛m̵̧̧͇̑̀̽̀s̸̮̭̾̽̌̽͜.̴͖͕̪̊̂̚̕ ̸̯̥̜͖̲̐̋̂̚S̷̙̈́̈̿a̷̜̝͈̱͋̓i̶̧̺͐̾̆d̵͖͇́̂̌̔͜ ̸̮̑͊͂͠͠i̶̝̟̣̓̀̉t̷̻̤̰͊̀͛̑̒'̴̧͇̰̏͛̏͠ș̷̫̳̦͛̂͛͐̋ ̵͙̱̹͔̠͌́f̴͍̐͘͝͝ö̶͇́̔͗͘r̸͕̖̗̖̜͗́̏ ̶̫̙̖̳̈́̌͘t̵̠̪͓̍̏̊̽h̴͔̀e gods. Some of them̶̻̯̃̓̑ ̵̖̤̤͂a̶̛̳̘̜͓̜̓̀r̶̢̛̫̙͎̘̃̓̀e̸̜̤̫̕ ̴̛͎͈̪̺̔͂͜͝t̵͎̫̀̽̚r̵̞̣̥͒ý̴̺̩ị̸͓̀̍̏̅n̵̛͚̆͌̈́g̸̝̪̙͕̗̔ ̴̡̻́̍̎̊͠t̵̥͙̗͚̯͐ỏ̷̗͂̈́ ̸̛̣͗̿̕͜m̵̗̎ake the others eat it. Cult s̸̖̳̍̓̍̚h̴͖͚̦͎̝͊̈͑͊̅ị̵̬̩̥̻͊͘t̸͇̣̣͎͆̂̃.
̸̧͉͇̤̈́Ī̸̭̪͕̦̓͜ ̶̭̝̔̄s̸̡͉̻̏̋͂a̸̪̰̯̍̉̀̉w̴̛͇̘̫̭̱̋̀ ̴͇͈̥̍̑ṣ̶̡͙̅̾̚o̶͉͙̻̩͍͊́͒ḿ̴͎̟̖̟̈̌̔͜e̵̩̬͖̯̠͋̈́̿̕̚t̵̡͍̭͓͊h̸̻̥͆̎̈́̚i̸͎̓̒̐͘̚n̷͇̮͚̜̋̄͆g̴͓̪̮͑̇̆͘͠.̸̧͓̥̰͍̎̿̀̿̔
À̴͚͙̗͗͗̇̚ ̶̰̳̞̌̃̈v̷̝̭̥͂ͅision --
̶̛̗͎̥́̀̒̏
̵͍́̈́̑̀̄I̴̯̬͔̿̋̅̋̾ ̸̡̡̳̠̹͌̕d̸̛͔̖̲̪́̿͗ő̸̧̮̈́́̔n̷̯̱̊̔̍͛̌͜'̴̝̻͗̆̏͂͑ṭ̴̈́́ ̸͈́k̵̬̣̭͖̤̐̈͝n̶̛͈͒ṏ̷͓̼̩̰͋w̸͙̿̐̄̃͑ ̵̰̪͚͎̗̏͌ẃ̴͍̬̐͝ḥ̵̝̝̣̀̋̚ȧ̵̰͎̝̥̩͑̈͆̀t̸̘͖̠͙̉ ̷̮̣͊̓̈̾t̶̎̏́͜h̶̳̠̍̏͂e̴̮̪͕̬̥̐̎́̐ ̶̟̇̂̇͑f̷̱͎̔͋͘͠u̸͍̤̩͆͂́ç̴̧̛͙͖͖̿̀̕̕k̴͔̟̜̓̽̌́͝ͅͅ it means.̴̟̏͂͐͛̋ͅ
Y̸̢̥͓͗̔̓͊͌̅̕͘o̸̜̜̭̊͋͊͌̍̽̽̽̄̈͂̇́͠ṷ̸͗̌̂̉̑͒̅͆̀̄͛̏̉̅̑͘͝ know I wouldn't ̴̛̉̈́̄́͠͝͠ask ̸̛̞̝̥͚̣̭̻͓̔̊̐̂͂̒̃̾̈́̋̍̓͛͒̚̚ÿ̶͔́͋̂̀́̃̅͠o̴̲̝͔͚̯̝̟̹͕̥͚͗̋̒͊͐͆͋̕ư̸̧̛̜̙͍͙̙͉̟̜̻̜̞͛̉̒͌͆͑̉ ̴̢̲̗͓̙̳̙̝̗͓̯̳͒̂̑̊͂̇͂̈́̎͜͜͝f̵̛̠̼͉̥̰̘͚͎̻͎͛͑̃̍̋̆̈́͝͠o̴̧͖͚̭̜͔̅͗̌͊́̃̈́̌̋̎̏́̊̉͛͘͠r̴̢̢͉͇̦̫̝̪͙̱̤̗̘̺̻͆͑͊̈́̓̄̾͜ help ̷̡̧̧̮̟̪͙͇͇͖̟̠̬̱̠̈́̋̔̊̃͗̓̾͘͜i̸̡̧̡̧̛̬̗̹͓̯̞̰̯̇̂͒̇́͊͠͝f̵̧̺͕̟͎̟͚̭̳͍̖̗͍̗͇͊͊̄̂̈̐́̄̄̊̓͛̕͜͜͠͠͝ ̷̡̤̰̺̖̣̲̟̠͖̃̎̆̊̅͑̃̌̊̈́͘͝ͅĮ̶̞̲͉̪̘͕̊̒ ̴̞͓̖̼͎̟̣̟̯̣̬̤͛̀̌͌́͋̏̄̌̀̐̔̊͒̈́̂d̶̗͓̳͎̗̖̖͓́̆̋͂͌̄͛̂̾͐̍͒̓͋̀̽̚͜i̵̧͎̜̦̬͖̭̠̝̦͇͛͂̊́́͐̒̔͘͜ͅd̶̛̬͐̂͛̈́͑͗͌̏̕n̴̲̫̱͙͈̪͕͂̊̀͗̔͗̐̏̏͌͗͛̕'̷̬̞̺͠ẗ̴̜̟͈̗̥̦̜̭̻̬̜͚͕͙̤̳̬́͑͒̃̿̍̀̀̿̉̑͋̐͌̚͝ need ̴̢̢̹̞̦͇̪̭̟̓̓̒͒͋̏͗̈́̓͒̇͆̇̕̚͝i̷̭̟̓̈́ṫ̶͎̪̩̝̾.̷̣͔̟̻̖̎̀͑̾̑̅̆͋̅̎̄͒̕̚̚̕ͅ
[ The message that comes through is jumbled and disjointed, since the sender is still in the height of his fever and the vision that had blanked out everything else for its duration has left him shaken and disoriented. But he tries. ]
Thancred. They gave ù̸̹̻s̴͉̈̕ ̵̹̓̕s̷̻̕o̵͔̐m̴͓͒e̸̢̓ṫ̷͔͆ȟ̶̯̱̎i̴̗̓͐n̴̝͍̉g̵̗̦͑͒ ̷̧̻͂͠t̸̩́͑h̶̟̆̈ä̴̠̙́t̵͕̓̋ ̷̥͓̓g̷̪̫͆a̶̢̐̈́v̵̡͆̀ȩ̴̰̇̚ ̵̗͕̆u̴͚̓s̷͙͎̔ visions, after w̸̺͋ḥ̴̔͠ă̶̻̯̔t̶̜͈͐̇ ̶̟͔͗t̶̬̩̔̇h̵̼̾̚e̶͍̒̓y̵̛̲͔ ̷͇́d̶̢̙̑i̴̦͝͝d̵̫͕͂̎ ̵͍̜̏̅t̷͕̺̍o̴͈̗̓̃ ̵̱͚͐͆ṷ̵̈́͜s̸̟̐͛.̷͚̐ Others saw ̷̘͐s̷̨̕͜t̷̹̚r̶͖̺̆͝ă̷̩̲n̷̔̿ͅg̴̱̘͋ê̴̬̐ ̵̬͊͗t̴̙͂̅h̵̪̓i̷̯̠̒n̵̯̭̊g̸͔̏s̵̺̈̉,̴̖̉̆ ̸̣͆ẗ̶̠̗́̒o̵̝̘̓̀o̷͇͓͗,̸͔̇ ̷̙̟̿̋b̶͙̖̑ü̶̬̲̂ẗ̷͜ ̸̛̦̟́ I saw it. The Mountain. ṭ̴̢͆͗ĥ̷̞͔è̷͉ ̷̹̭̓o̸̮͒̋n̷͚̟̈͒e̵̖͒̃ͅ ̶̳͙͂͛w̸̢̫̉ĩ̷̤̳̈́ț̷̗̈́͆h̴̨͔̋̆ ̶̣͈̕ the hands! where w̴͉̥̽͝ę̵̖̿ ̷̨͚̑͊w̴̢̘̓́e̷̥̝͝ṟ̷́e̵̗̽͜ trapped in the horizon! d̵̼̼͆́o̶̟͂̽ ̶͖̅ȳ̷͖o̷̦͑́u̵͈͌̆ remember? İ̴͔̪̽ ̸̙̳͛́t̵̙͕̅h̸͔̿̚i̷̟͖̒͝ň̴̹k̸̬̹̈͛ ̴̧̔͝i̵̝̙͐͠t̵͙͈̿ ̴̲̌͗m̶̗͑̑i̷͉̎g̶̮͑h̴̪͘t̸̛͈̃ ̵̗̾͝b̶̘͂ė̶̲̚ important.
Thancred. They gave ù̸̹̻s̴͉̈̕ ̵̹̓̕s̷̻̕o̵͔̐m̴͓͒e̸̢̓ṫ̷͔͆ȟ̶̯̱̎i̴̗̓͐n̴̝͍̉g̵̗̦͑͒ ̷̧̻͂͠t̸̩́͑h̶̟̆̈ä̴̠̙́t̵͕̓̋ ̷̥͓̓g̷̪̫͆a̶̢̐̈́v̵̡͆̀ȩ̴̰̇̚ ̵̗͕̆u̴͚̓s̷͙͎̔ visions, after w̸̺͋ḥ̴̔͠ă̶̻̯̔t̶̜͈͐̇ ̶̟͔͗t̶̬̩̔̇h̵̼̾̚e̶͍̒̓y̵̛̲͔ ̷͇́d̶̢̙̑i̴̦͝͝d̵̫͕͂̎ ̵͍̜̏̅t̷͕̺̍o̴͈̗̓̃ ̵̱͚͐͆ṷ̵̈́͜s̸̟̐͛.̷͚̐ Others saw ̷̘͐s̷̨̕͜t̷̹̚r̶͖̺̆͝ă̷̩̲n̷̔̿ͅg̴̱̘͋ê̴̬̐ ̵̬͊͗t̴̙͂̅h̵̪̓i̷̯̠̒n̵̯̭̊g̸͔̏s̵̺̈̉,̴̖̉̆ ̸̣͆ẗ̶̠̗́̒o̵̝̘̓̀o̷͇͓͗,̸͔̇ ̷̙̟̿̋b̶͙̖̑ü̶̬̲̂ẗ̷͜ ̸̛̦̟́ I saw it. The Mountain. ṭ̴̢͆͗ĥ̷̞͔è̷͉ ̷̹̭̓o̸̮͒̋n̷͚̟̈͒e̵̖͒̃ͅ ̶̳͙͂͛w̸̢̫̉ĩ̷̤̳̈́ț̷̗̈́͆h̴̨͔̋̆ ̶̣͈̕ the hands! where w̴͉̥̽͝ę̵̖̿ ̷̨͚̑͊w̴̢̘̓́e̷̥̝͝ṟ̷́e̵̗̽͜ trapped in the horizon! d̵̼̼͆́o̶̟͂̽ ̶͖̅ȳ̷͖o̷̦͑́u̵͈͌̆ remember? İ̴͔̪̽ ̸̙̳͛́t̵̙͕̅h̸͔̿̚i̷̟͖̒͝ň̴̹k̸̬̹̈͛ ̴̧̔͝i̵̝̙͐͠t̵͙͈̿ ̴̲̌͗m̶̗͑̑i̷͉̎g̶̮͑h̴̪͘t̸̛͈̃ ̵̗̾͝b̶̘͂ė̶̲̚ important.
Check Thorne's shipments of whatever you have received from Solvunn for rot or other signs of decay.
Found something of particular concern in Libertas and suspect Thorne may be equally impacted.
Found something of particular concern in Libertas and suspect Thorne may be equally impacted.
Uh, hopefully this is reaching the right person, I've never tried contacting someone this long-distance before... Thancred?
Thancred, did you see the message on the network from Viktor? You are on good terms with Jolene, are you not? I've seen her around the rifts and organizing defenses, could you possibly approach her and ask if there is anything they can tell about the rifts magically? If they're investigating them and the source, and would be willing to share with us. I'm asking Stephen to do the same with Ambrose, see if we can get any answers.
Thancred, have you or anyone in Thorne had the chance to visit to Old Nott?
Hey there, handsome.
You're the sneaky sort, aren't you? Want to help me with a project?
You're the sneaky sort, aren't you? Want to help me with a project?
[ Hilda hadn't really known what to expect when Mogwry had taken up residence in the small cottage in her domain. Knowing that Summoned were able to roam the Horizon is one thing. But creatures? The wyverns may have left the aerie on their own accord, but ultimately whenever she returned, they were always there waiting and ready for scratches and treats. Even with Mogwry's...colourful personality, she didn't expect him to wander far outside of her domain which is why it comes as a complete surprise when she arrives at the cottage to find not a trace of the moogle in sight.
She paces around the cottage for a little bit trying not worry. There's nothing in here that can inherently die or remain injured but Mogwry isn't even hers to begin with. She supposes she could go to Himeka but that seems more trouble than its worth. In the end all of her worrying leads her to attempt sending a message to the cranky little furball and what she gets back makes her blood run cold.
This is awful, kupo! I'm in danger!
How she manages to track him down is beyond her. Maybe he's become tied to her domain that she simply knows. Or maybe it's the very frantic, very awful directions he gives her, (Look for a campsite north of your domain!) Either way, she comes crashing through underbrush, following the sounds of Mogwry's kupo's and ready to take back or avenge her moogle friend with a rather scary looking axe in hand. ]
Hey! What are you doing bullying my moogle?!
[ Once again, she hadn't really known what to expect. But it isn't Mogwry sitting around a campfire with cards between him and a white-haired man that she's never seen in her life. ]
She paces around the cottage for a little bit trying not worry. There's nothing in here that can inherently die or remain injured but Mogwry isn't even hers to begin with. She supposes she could go to Himeka but that seems more trouble than its worth. In the end all of her worrying leads her to attempt sending a message to the cranky little furball and what she gets back makes her blood run cold.
This is awful, kupo! I'm in danger!
How she manages to track him down is beyond her. Maybe he's become tied to her domain that she simply knows. Or maybe it's the very frantic, very awful directions he gives her, (Look for a campsite north of your domain!) Either way, she comes crashing through underbrush, following the sounds of Mogwry's kupo's and ready to take back or avenge her moogle friend with a rather scary looking axe in hand. ]
Hey! What are you doing bullying my moogle?!
[ Once again, she hadn't really known what to expect. But it isn't Mogwry sitting around a campfire with cards between him and a white-haired man that she's never seen in her life. ]
Is this Thancred?
[the package is non-descript, but it's definitely big enough to pique the curiosity of the recipient as to open it as soon as possible. it's definitely been checked through, tied up back into its box after the fact. inside, an amount of homemade goods have been stacked atop each other: candles, soaps, and moisturizing lotions. this would already spell out who it is from, if a similar package has been received, in the past.
a neat box lies at the bottom, though, and once unwrapped, it'll reveal a small leather pouch to tie at one's belt. maybe thancred will find use for it. were he to use it at some point to keep rather fragile items, he will find that it's been enchanted to always protect its contents.
a small note sits under the box.]
a neat box lies at the bottom, though, and once unwrapped, it'll reveal a small leather pouch to tie at one's belt. maybe thancred will find use for it. were he to use it at some point to keep rather fragile items, he will find that it's been enchanted to always protect its contents.
a small note sits under the box.]
Happy Winter Solstice.
𝓦anda 𝓜aximoff
Dearest Thancred,
Thou art ever in my heart, as always. I wish to thank thee for thy support and encouragement this year passed, and in the coming year I hope that I will be able to be as solid for thee as thou hast remained for me.
Your friend,
Urianger
( Thancred's package contains a beautiful new travelling coat, the general design not dissimilar to this but a little thicker, better suited to Thancred's shape, and fancied up a with elegant engraved buckles and a subtle embossed design of swirling leaves and vines travelling up the arms and over the hood. Beneath the coat is a valiant attempt at a crocheted scarf: it's in rich shades of brown and green so that he won't stand out too much when he's stealthing around the place, but it's thick, soft, and should do a good job of keeping him warm even through the wonky loops. Happy Dimming! )
Thancred,
Prithee forgive the disturbance, however I find myself faced with a question to which I do not know the answer. I have exhausted mine own well of knowledge and would now call upon yours, if thou wouldst humour me?
— U. A.
I don't mean this to be insulting, I do value your opinion. But you were the only one of Thorne to vote for restoring the island. I'm just interested on your reasoning. Did you think there was something worth salvaging there?
[ Cassian pops into Dan Heng's domain throughout the night quietly taking note of everything and anything that could be useful, but otherwise largely keeps himself absent from the board and leaving his own messages. He tells himself he's busy - but he's probably paranoid more than anything about leaving paper trails of himself anywhere.
But following Thancred's offer about lockpick services, he can't help himself. ]
But following Thancred's offer about lockpick services, he can't help himself. ]
is there anything special about that lockpick you took from that draconae?
would you prefer aegis or are we back to thancred
Aegis,
It goes without saying that this was an odd way to meet, but just the same — I hope all's well with you and yours.
Whenever you're amenable, let's have a chat.
~ Cid
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