Post by BadInfluence on May 30, 2019 12:55:49 GMT 9.5
Attention: King Regent Aeson Koehler of Silverthorn.
That would be the outside of the heavy cream envelope, the paper alone spoke volumes on class and wealth, only the finest of parchment… It shimmered and shone as if sprinkled with some sort of glitter but hardly so. It was made of, at least in part, of spider silk mixed with a very fine pulp that ensured the texture was superfine and yet incredibly durable. This letter? Would not burn nor would it yellow with age or sunlight… And to imagine… The place this letter was coming from was none other than Menzoberranzan. The writing on the front was delicate, obviously a woman’s hand, the loops and swirls of the calligraphy were akin to art itself. Once the seal was broken, the red wax lifted with blade or finger, it would crumble and vanish… Leaving the sender anonymous forever after.
King Aeson,
It feels so strange to hold you up in such a formality but better than anyone now I understand the doctorates and inner mechanisms of title and rank… I also know that in many ways I should not be writing this letter to you, I think it would be best to let the ghosts of the past sleep, for such things have already endured enough suffering and deserve their rest… But all the same I can not let this ghost be left unseen and unheard…
I recall the sad story of your sister, Queen Adelaide’s youngest child, the lost Princess… It has ever been a cause of remorse and sorrow for your family and despite things… Having turned out the way that they have… I did wish to provide your family with some sense of peace… Knowing might hurt… But not knowing is a wound that never gets to heal…
Your little sister, the Princess, was sold to the Drow by King Tirithon himself.
I am… Very sorry to inform you all that she did not survive.
I will spare you the finer details such as which house or what Family bought her, but I can tell you that she was treated kindly, and she died peacefully.
Her grave which has been located was given all due ceremony and respect of her rank and position in life. She now has a proper tomb where she rests under the wings of an angel, and while I know it will never be enough, I wanted you to know that she’s safe now. Please tell Queen Adelaide of this but, if you can, bear it to her gently. I fear she had held onto the hope that her youngest child might have lived and I am worried this news might hurt her even worse if not delivered by a warm and loving hand. As such I entrust this knowledge to you than Prince Regent Ryker Koehler.
This news is up to you to deliver, she is your mother and you will do what is best for her I am sure, so this is to do with as you will. Know that I will not ever tell her, either by letter or in person, nor will I share this news with anyone else. This is entirely in your hands and what you do with it will rest completely on you.
Below is the location of her Tomb, and while you will not get to it easily, if you and your family wish to see her… Write ahead and I will escort you personally to it. Please, do not try and do this yourself, the Houses are in a state of Unrest and I can not guarantee that you will survive. I am, in my own roundabout way, asking you to be cautious and not have your mother bear the loss of another child… Yet all the same I feel as though these words of wisdom are falling on deaf ears… All the same… Do try and heed the well meant advice.
If you wish further communication I am sure you know where to send a letter to…
And that was it… An end to the letter but no signature, no name, not a clue… But if he read it over carefully there might be a little tell here or there in the writing… The style of script was feminine and soft… The soft hint of a perfume on the paper… Something warm and sweet… The words while flowing well along the page held a sort of tension to them, like things desperately wished to be given life by the quill in the delicate hand holding it, yet all was hidden back behind gates that would never open again…
On the back of the letter there was a well-drawn map, detailed and measured out so they’d know exactly how far it was, in what territory and who’s House… As well as a word of caution under it…
Be Wise, Aeson… Let your head rule, not your heart, it is what you do best.
That would be the outside of the heavy cream envelope, the paper alone spoke volumes on class and wealth, only the finest of parchment… It shimmered and shone as if sprinkled with some sort of glitter but hardly so. It was made of, at least in part, of spider silk mixed with a very fine pulp that ensured the texture was superfine and yet incredibly durable. This letter? Would not burn nor would it yellow with age or sunlight… And to imagine… The place this letter was coming from was none other than Menzoberranzan. The writing on the front was delicate, obviously a woman’s hand, the loops and swirls of the calligraphy were akin to art itself. Once the seal was broken, the red wax lifted with blade or finger, it would crumble and vanish… Leaving the sender anonymous forever after.
King Aeson,
It feels so strange to hold you up in such a formality but better than anyone now I understand the doctorates and inner mechanisms of title and rank… I also know that in many ways I should not be writing this letter to you, I think it would be best to let the ghosts of the past sleep, for such things have already endured enough suffering and deserve their rest… But all the same I can not let this ghost be left unseen and unheard…
I recall the sad story of your sister, Queen Adelaide’s youngest child, the lost Princess… It has ever been a cause of remorse and sorrow for your family and despite things… Having turned out the way that they have… I did wish to provide your family with some sense of peace… Knowing might hurt… But not knowing is a wound that never gets to heal…
Your little sister, the Princess, was sold to the Drow by King Tirithon himself.
I am… Very sorry to inform you all that she did not survive.
I will spare you the finer details such as which house or what Family bought her, but I can tell you that she was treated kindly, and she died peacefully.
Her grave which has been located was given all due ceremony and respect of her rank and position in life. She now has a proper tomb where she rests under the wings of an angel, and while I know it will never be enough, I wanted you to know that she’s safe now. Please tell Queen Adelaide of this but, if you can, bear it to her gently. I fear she had held onto the hope that her youngest child might have lived and I am worried this news might hurt her even worse if not delivered by a warm and loving hand. As such I entrust this knowledge to you than Prince Regent Ryker Koehler.
This news is up to you to deliver, she is your mother and you will do what is best for her I am sure, so this is to do with as you will. Know that I will not ever tell her, either by letter or in person, nor will I share this news with anyone else. This is entirely in your hands and what you do with it will rest completely on you.
Below is the location of her Tomb, and while you will not get to it easily, if you and your family wish to see her… Write ahead and I will escort you personally to it. Please, do not try and do this yourself, the Houses are in a state of Unrest and I can not guarantee that you will survive. I am, in my own roundabout way, asking you to be cautious and not have your mother bear the loss of another child… Yet all the same I feel as though these words of wisdom are falling on deaf ears… All the same… Do try and heed the well meant advice.
If you wish further communication I am sure you know where to send a letter to…
And that was it… An end to the letter but no signature, no name, not a clue… But if he read it over carefully there might be a little tell here or there in the writing… The style of script was feminine and soft… The soft hint of a perfume on the paper… Something warm and sweet… The words while flowing well along the page held a sort of tension to them, like things desperately wished to be given life by the quill in the delicate hand holding it, yet all was hidden back behind gates that would never open again…
On the back of the letter there was a well-drawn map, detailed and measured out so they’d know exactly how far it was, in what territory and who’s House… As well as a word of caution under it…
Be Wise, Aeson… Let your head rule, not your heart, it is what you do best.