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Maia and Peridan sometimes send each other letters. Seeing how it happened a few times before, I'm figuring it might be a good idea to have a thread made for the occasion rather than creating new ones each time.
Usually, those letters are sent via couriers or contacts back and fro between Maia's ranger contacts and Peridan's 12th Legion.
Usually, those letters are sent via couriers or contacts back and fro between Maia's ranger contacts and Peridan's 12th Legion.
My dear Peridan,
I'm going to be forward, and start my letter by complaining. I miss you. I do not think we write each other often enough. Sometimes, I refrain because I do not feel I have enough interesting things to say. Ofter times, I pine to get a letter from you conveying news, despite your Legion duties running you ragged.
I guess I am a selfish, overgrown faerie!
I am doing fine. I had an episode a couple of months ago in which an orc laid its dirty blade on me while I was helping Faucon and his oh-so-silent wife in raiding an orc temple in the Mossdale. Apparently it was serious enough to have me faded (stupid armor, why didn't you turn off that strike?). I tried moving on, but experienced some pretty alarming blanks in memory, appearing in places and not remembering how I got there. So, I decided to keep put in the Viridale until I would renew myself.
The travelers coming into the Viridale have been pretty entertaining of late... though some are a rather strange, superstitious breed - stubbornly so, even having been showed a good degree of benevolence. Some have the good sense of being grateful when I save their bacon by addling gnoll minds, putting goblins to sleep in mid-fight, or healing their wounds.
Others are... less graceful. Them, I've tried lecturing on the value of courtesy... especially considering how I'm the Faerie Queen of the Viridale and all (no other fey has cared to contradict me yet... and the druids can suck it) but that's been less than effective. So, instead, I've tried teaching them differently by casting barkskin spells (while shouting "Treebark curse!") and accosting them with Brugg (Brugg these days is a Troll Paladin who'se on vacation in the Viridale, collecting frogs. No one has helped him find any yet, though. Cheapskates!).
Some, unfortunately, seem doomed to staying obnoxiously dour.
Speaking of dour...
I've heard that the sun elf woman Lavsi and you are acquainted. Do you know her well? I'm having a lot of trouble being on a friendly basis with her.
I didn't even start badly with her. I found her dying around the outskirts of Argyle Keep and I brought her to a priest of Tempus so he could save her (at the modest price of a super-expensive donation). After that, whenever I've met Lavsi, I've tried to be cheerful and friendly with her... but her treatment of me was... I'm going to call it demeaning. Sure, I'm mercurial and can be a bit of a blabbermouth when I feel like being a social butterfly - so maybe I can get annoying (Emiliana finds it endearing. Even Dain did! Eyerolls don't count) - but I saved her life. Wouldn't that normally count for something?
Lately, anything she's said to me, about me, or about fey has been insulting. Whenever she talks, filth comes out... which encourages the believe that she's filled with the same from head-to-toe. I don't think I've ever met another elf I've so wanted to tear off the lower jaw and stick the bloody-hinges into her eyesockets. If I didn't care so much as to using my bow for aims Solonor would approve, I probably would have shown her that pissing people off has consequences.
Worse, she hangs out with this other elven mage (he's a Hand of Mundus, if rather strangely dressed up) who is even more random sounding than I am... and she seems to have a fine time tolerating him. Oh, and that guy doesn't get along with me too: I try to be on my best behavior, show interest in him, praise his pretty bow, and all he spouts is mockery (which might be tied to how Lavsi is not fond of me, and he went along).
So, I stopped trying to be friendly, and privately started feeling a lot of spite for her. Odd thing is that when I stopped trying, it kind of feels like things improved a bit. For example, I brought back a dwarf's corpse I found in the Viridale for proper burial (that's how I handled it with the Kelemvorites and the Jergalites), but as it happens she's actually the caretaker of the mausoleum now, and she was all very proper and soberly grateful for it.
Aside from her being a viper-tongued killjoy, I can't figure out this woman. Considering that I'm at the point where, when I see her, what I remember is the studying I've done to hit drow elves where it hurts... well, I could probably use some advice before I'm too tempted to fly off the handle and go homicidal on her (it might feel satisfying, but if she has Triad and Hand of Mundus acquaintances, that'll probably land me into trouble too). I'm running out of reasons why I should be passive and put up with her crap.
I'll change subjects now.
I wanted to say I've grown to believe that you're giving too much to the Legion. I know how passionate you are about this, but you've been living orc-hell for the last half-year. Don't you think you should take a more behind-the-lines role and get some rest, maybe make up for it with garrison duty and patrolling around the city? (especially considering how the City Watch is in shambles after the Headquarter got blown up)
I think it'd be good for you. We talked about eventually moving on, maybe raising a family, but I don't get the sense that you're willing to let go. The weight of the Legion doesn't have to feel like it rests squarely on your shoulders, Peridan. There are other people whom can bear it too - enough so that if you wanted to go back to being a smith, and only pull part-time for patrols or administrative duties.
Humor me and at least think about it. I'm concerned for you.
~ Maia
I'm going to be forward, and start my letter by complaining. I miss you. I do not think we write each other often enough. Sometimes, I refrain because I do not feel I have enough interesting things to say. Ofter times, I pine to get a letter from you conveying news, despite your Legion duties running you ragged.
I guess I am a selfish, overgrown faerie!
I am doing fine. I had an episode a couple of months ago in which an orc laid its dirty blade on me while I was helping Faucon and his oh-so-silent wife in raiding an orc temple in the Mossdale. Apparently it was serious enough to have me faded (stupid armor, why didn't you turn off that strike?). I tried moving on, but experienced some pretty alarming blanks in memory, appearing in places and not remembering how I got there. So, I decided to keep put in the Viridale until I would renew myself.
The travelers coming into the Viridale have been pretty entertaining of late... though some are a rather strange, superstitious breed - stubbornly so, even having been showed a good degree of benevolence. Some have the good sense of being grateful when I save their bacon by addling gnoll minds, putting goblins to sleep in mid-fight, or healing their wounds.
Others are... less graceful. Them, I've tried lecturing on the value of courtesy... especially considering how I'm the Faerie Queen of the Viridale and all (no other fey has cared to contradict me yet... and the druids can suck it) but that's been less than effective. So, instead, I've tried teaching them differently by casting barkskin spells (while shouting "Treebark curse!") and accosting them with Brugg (Brugg these days is a Troll Paladin who'se on vacation in the Viridale, collecting frogs. No one has helped him find any yet, though. Cheapskates!).
Some, unfortunately, seem doomed to staying obnoxiously dour.
Speaking of dour...
I've heard that the sun elf woman Lavsi and you are acquainted. Do you know her well? I'm having a lot of trouble being on a friendly basis with her.
I didn't even start badly with her. I found her dying around the outskirts of Argyle Keep and I brought her to a priest of Tempus so he could save her (at the modest price of a super-expensive donation). After that, whenever I've met Lavsi, I've tried to be cheerful and friendly with her... but her treatment of me was... I'm going to call it demeaning. Sure, I'm mercurial and can be a bit of a blabbermouth when I feel like being a social butterfly - so maybe I can get annoying (Emiliana finds it endearing. Even Dain did! Eyerolls don't count) - but I saved her life. Wouldn't that normally count for something?
Lately, anything she's said to me, about me, or about fey has been insulting. Whenever she talks, filth comes out... which encourages the believe that she's filled with the same from head-to-toe. I don't think I've ever met another elf I've so wanted to tear off the lower jaw and stick the bloody-hinges into her eyesockets. If I didn't care so much as to using my bow for aims Solonor would approve, I probably would have shown her that pissing people off has consequences.
Worse, she hangs out with this other elven mage (he's a Hand of Mundus, if rather strangely dressed up) who is even more random sounding than I am... and she seems to have a fine time tolerating him. Oh, and that guy doesn't get along with me too: I try to be on my best behavior, show interest in him, praise his pretty bow, and all he spouts is mockery (which might be tied to how Lavsi is not fond of me, and he went along).
So, I stopped trying to be friendly, and privately started feeling a lot of spite for her. Odd thing is that when I stopped trying, it kind of feels like things improved a bit. For example, I brought back a dwarf's corpse I found in the Viridale for proper burial (that's how I handled it with the Kelemvorites and the Jergalites), but as it happens she's actually the caretaker of the mausoleum now, and she was all very proper and soberly grateful for it.
Aside from her being a viper-tongued killjoy, I can't figure out this woman. Considering that I'm at the point where, when I see her, what I remember is the studying I've done to hit drow elves where it hurts... well, I could probably use some advice before I'm too tempted to fly off the handle and go homicidal on her (it might feel satisfying, but if she has Triad and Hand of Mundus acquaintances, that'll probably land me into trouble too). I'm running out of reasons why I should be passive and put up with her crap.
I'll change subjects now.
I wanted to say I've grown to believe that you're giving too much to the Legion. I know how passionate you are about this, but you've been living orc-hell for the last half-year. Don't you think you should take a more behind-the-lines role and get some rest, maybe make up for it with garrison duty and patrolling around the city? (especially considering how the City Watch is in shambles after the Headquarter got blown up)
I think it'd be good for you. We talked about eventually moving on, maybe raising a family, but I don't get the sense that you're willing to let go. The weight of the Legion doesn't have to feel like it rests squarely on your shoulders, Peridan. There are other people whom can bear it too - enough so that if you wanted to go back to being a smith, and only pull part-time for patrols or administrative duties.
Humor me and at least think about it. I'm concerned for you.
~ Maia
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