Post by Cyian on Aug 13, 2014 13:00:22 GMT -5
Dearest Matlita,
Everyone is in good spirits today as we finally reached the dwarven mines. For the first time I am truly optimistic about the future, since being kicked off our lands in Hilltop. The group I am with number in the hundreds and they all speak of the wonderful tales of fast riches in the newly discovered mines. I wont be long my love and we'll be fast upon our feet once again, please send my love to the children and let them know their father will be home soon!
Dearest Matilda,
Doing well my dearest love, The pace is brisk but we welcome it. It helps us take our mind from worry. There was quite a surprise when we arrived deep with the an old mining complex to find Drow and dwarves of all things. But not like the dwarves we once knew in Hilltop, their different. Not only do they share the ebony skin of their compatriots , but if it is possible there interactions are even more kurt and gruff then their fairer skinned cousins we've come to know and endure in Hilltop. Everyone is on edge, the tension can be cut with a knife. Theylins grace I thought those were just bedtime stories grandfather used to tell to give us a scare. Im sure everything will be fine, they seem strict but fair. I'm well and still optimistic to what the future holds.
Dearest Matilda,
Things here at the camp have begun to deteriorate. Many of us are upset with the working conditions at the mine, they work us non-stop day and night or at least It seems. So difficult to tell I haven't seen the sun in over a month. Some of the other workers whisper of leaving and returning home. A man I come to know and befriend seems to think were in grave danger. Im starting to think hes right., for now tho Im going to keep doing exactly what Im told and keep my head down. On the bright side I've been able to start to pick up their language, Im hoping if we could only communicate there will be a reprieve.
Dearest Matilda,
Things have taken a turn for the worse, I'm writing to you in secret. There was a crackdown on the camp, the drow have taken all personal belongings they deem contraband. Tensions here are at a boiling point. Every night they take one of us from our camp, most leave begging for mercy, others silent as if they have resigned to their fate completely. Were not sure exactly what happens to them their screams can be heard echoing in the utter darkness.
Dearest Matilda,
Im not sure what exactly I witnessed today, my mind is still reeling from the encounter. The camp was nearing revolt. Crackdowns, beatings, and even a crucifiction of one of the newest arrivals of our workforce. I was convinced then and there that I had no choice but to try and escape this god forsaken place. Then he came… a drow man in black robes who wore nothing but a wide smile and a open book upon his palm. He exuded a quiet warmth and confidence like I've seen in no other man. Immediately the entire camp fell silent and after a few moments He began to speak. Even tho I was nearly 200 feet away from him its as if his voice carried to my ears speaking in the most comforting tone. My head swirled with euphoria, I looked upon him with complete adoration.
In that moment, I wanted nothing more in my life then to appease this man, it was like looking upon the very visage of Theylin. Matilda in that moment I found something inside of me, I reached for it, but it eluded me. The drow’s voice ebbed and flowed with an unnatural cadence burying what I sought inside. Still i pressed through a swirling maelstrom of my own insecurities, fears, and wrongful deeds , I kept pressing in my minds eye until I found it. Its was you. You were being led to me by a drow female, her face was reddened as if she had been weeping. At first I thought it was a trick of the drow, but somehow I knew it was you. The woman blessed us and said ”Young lovers fear not of the tyrant for his weakness is my strength, and will protect you from his wrath, eternal love shall be yours.” When we finally embraced the veil was lifted. I seen for the first time what I come to be, a slave kneeling down before his master. I was able to shake off the effects of this drow’s will. For now, I will play my part, until I can figure out someway from this hell.
Dearest Matilda,
I know it has been sometime since I've had an opportunity to write to you for that I am sorry. I know these words may never pass beneath your eyes but just know, thoughts of you are the only thing that keep me from losing my sanity. Your love gives me the will to carry on. To that end I've managed to elude the drow from my condition. Things are easier now the drow are more relaxed, that all hostilities have ceased. I've used this as an opportunity to investigate and gather information. I even managed to steal a diagram from one of the dwarven engineers tents. Im hoping to find something, anything that will allow me to escape. I feel so alone here, I fear its just me now, the only man that hasn't come under the influence of the drow.
Dearest Matilda,
My love, I have failed you. Its been weeks. The drow web is to perfect. I have been going over the information I have been able to gather, and I have finally come to the conclusion there is no escape from this place. I am to be condemned to death in this vile place. The bodies of my peers lie in mass graves the nauseating stench of it is oppressive. Death seems like a reward, I am but only one of handful of our original group left. My body is shattered, my mind nearing so. Know only that your love keeps me from the unthinkable.
Dearest Matilda,
My love, I had a revelation last night. I was just asleep when I had the most curious dream. A small garishly robed fat man with hands as small as a childs and fingers as plump as sausages. loomed over me. He casually stuffed his mouth with all manner of sweet pastry. When he wasn't eating he smiled a crooked grin that somehow disarmed any malevolence in his appearance. Suddenly a portal open behind him in which the little fat man simply waved an arm and pointed. He spoke with his mouth full showering me with crumbs and said “Found em, I think” Then a dwarf came stomping through the portal, grumbling about something I couldn't decipher. He asked the little fat man if I could understand him. I tried to reply to him but I could not will the words from my mouth. The little fat man merely shrugged at my struggle, seeming to lose interest rather quickly. Suddenly he yelped with all the excitement of our children opening a gifts on Frostfell.
My attention was drawn by the dwarf shouting at me, first in common then several other languages. His frustration grew exponentially with each failed attempt. Losing his temper he let loose a string of obscenities that would embarrass a Wester sailor. The fat man inhaled an audible breath at the both of us and stood there seemingly stunned, eyes blinking wide, as if hearing those words for the first time. At that moment another being strode through the portal and chastised the dwarf for his rude language, it was the drow lady….again.
I struggled to speak with no success, She told me not to try and speak and went to tell me that everything was fine, and that she was watching over you. That you were doing well. She told that Arissa had taken her first steps and was already so very smart. The thought of you galvanized my will and I finally mustered words. I asked her who she was. To which only brought a smile from her face.
The dwarf interjected the query with a clearing of this throat. He was holding the schematics I had found the other night. He smiled a wide toothy grin. almost mischievous for his kind of lot.
I watched in silence as the dwarf went to work making notations on the schematics I absconded with. He handed the parchment to the drow woman and she looked at me with a matronly concern. She said to me “ Be brave young lover, absolution grows near. You know what you have to do.” I reached for the paper with an iron resolve, because she was right. I knew what I had to do. Tomorrow was going to be the beginning of the end.
Dearest Matilda
I have been picking up extra duties these past weeks in service of the drow, tending their needs ,but mostly there vile egos. To this end I was able achieve my first goal in my playbook. I managed to get assigned painting duty for my “good behavior” and “renewed faith” to the God they call Cyian. I will see these vile beasts to their doom soon enough. For now, I will continue to play the fool’s fiddle. As long as it get me closer to the redoubt above the the two main caverns.
My thoughts and love are forever with you.
Dearest Matilda
I was on duty painting in the South chamber when a group of men excavating what they call center point finally found what they were looking for. The scene was terrifying, the man who first struck the anomaly went wild with rage, swirling tendrils of darkness penetrated the man as if using him like a puppet to viciously murder his fellow workers. The drow were quick to intervene, Still, the man took over 20 arrows before he was dispatched, screaming and frothing all the while. This must be what their after, I must double my efforts in making my move on the bulkheads in redoubt before its too late. I feel a sickness coming over me, I fear I do not have long.
Dearest Matilda
I managed to reach the bulkheads yesterday, and my worst fears were realized. The dwarves are making repairs to the weakness in their reinforcements. I was spotted and had to destroy the schematic with the notations, so that I wouldn't be found out. So, I have committed it from memory to my last two earthly possessions. I can't help but becoming overwhelmed with despair. My love, it has been difficult to carry forward with defeat around every corner, I need your strength more than ever. Gods let it be so.
Dearest Matilda,
I fear this will be the last time I will be able to write to you. So tired now, but rest will not find me. My hands tremble and my body is wracked with pain. You were right about them, gods I wished I would have listened to you. These past months has been marked with inconceivable loss. Hundreds of us have been pushed to to the brink of death, and now I sit here defeated unable to make the choice before me. What I've learned since the last time I was able to write to you could stun a stampede of cattle in their tracks. The choice is beyond my petty selfishness for revenge or salvation.
To save tens of thousands from certain death or allowing these dwarves, drow, and there golden hair master to carry away this so called Elder Evil, and use it to possibly bring millions to their knees. I go tonight to the bulkheads on low watch. I will pray to the gods that sleep finds me, so I may gather my strength for this night. I hope these letters find you one day, know whatever happens you will always and forever be my dearest love.
Eternally,
Jackenirva
Everyone is in good spirits today as we finally reached the dwarven mines. For the first time I am truly optimistic about the future, since being kicked off our lands in Hilltop. The group I am with number in the hundreds and they all speak of the wonderful tales of fast riches in the newly discovered mines. I wont be long my love and we'll be fast upon our feet once again, please send my love to the children and let them know their father will be home soon!
Dearest Matilda,
Doing well my dearest love, The pace is brisk but we welcome it. It helps us take our mind from worry. There was quite a surprise when we arrived deep with the an old mining complex to find Drow and dwarves of all things. But not like the dwarves we once knew in Hilltop, their different. Not only do they share the ebony skin of their compatriots , but if it is possible there interactions are even more kurt and gruff then their fairer skinned cousins we've come to know and endure in Hilltop. Everyone is on edge, the tension can be cut with a knife. Theylins grace I thought those were just bedtime stories grandfather used to tell to give us a scare. Im sure everything will be fine, they seem strict but fair. I'm well and still optimistic to what the future holds.
Dearest Matilda,
Things here at the camp have begun to deteriorate. Many of us are upset with the working conditions at the mine, they work us non-stop day and night or at least It seems. So difficult to tell I haven't seen the sun in over a month. Some of the other workers whisper of leaving and returning home. A man I come to know and befriend seems to think were in grave danger. Im starting to think hes right., for now tho Im going to keep doing exactly what Im told and keep my head down. On the bright side I've been able to start to pick up their language, Im hoping if we could only communicate there will be a reprieve.
Dearest Matilda,
Things have taken a turn for the worse, I'm writing to you in secret. There was a crackdown on the camp, the drow have taken all personal belongings they deem contraband. Tensions here are at a boiling point. Every night they take one of us from our camp, most leave begging for mercy, others silent as if they have resigned to their fate completely. Were not sure exactly what happens to them their screams can be heard echoing in the utter darkness.
Dearest Matilda,
Im not sure what exactly I witnessed today, my mind is still reeling from the encounter. The camp was nearing revolt. Crackdowns, beatings, and even a crucifiction of one of the newest arrivals of our workforce. I was convinced then and there that I had no choice but to try and escape this god forsaken place. Then he came… a drow man in black robes who wore nothing but a wide smile and a open book upon his palm. He exuded a quiet warmth and confidence like I've seen in no other man. Immediately the entire camp fell silent and after a few moments He began to speak. Even tho I was nearly 200 feet away from him its as if his voice carried to my ears speaking in the most comforting tone. My head swirled with euphoria, I looked upon him with complete adoration.
In that moment, I wanted nothing more in my life then to appease this man, it was like looking upon the very visage of Theylin. Matilda in that moment I found something inside of me, I reached for it, but it eluded me. The drow’s voice ebbed and flowed with an unnatural cadence burying what I sought inside. Still i pressed through a swirling maelstrom of my own insecurities, fears, and wrongful deeds , I kept pressing in my minds eye until I found it. Its was you. You were being led to me by a drow female, her face was reddened as if she had been weeping. At first I thought it was a trick of the drow, but somehow I knew it was you. The woman blessed us and said ”Young lovers fear not of the tyrant for his weakness is my strength, and will protect you from his wrath, eternal love shall be yours.” When we finally embraced the veil was lifted. I seen for the first time what I come to be, a slave kneeling down before his master. I was able to shake off the effects of this drow’s will. For now, I will play my part, until I can figure out someway from this hell.
Dearest Matilda,
I know it has been sometime since I've had an opportunity to write to you for that I am sorry. I know these words may never pass beneath your eyes but just know, thoughts of you are the only thing that keep me from losing my sanity. Your love gives me the will to carry on. To that end I've managed to elude the drow from my condition. Things are easier now the drow are more relaxed, that all hostilities have ceased. I've used this as an opportunity to investigate and gather information. I even managed to steal a diagram from one of the dwarven engineers tents. Im hoping to find something, anything that will allow me to escape. I feel so alone here, I fear its just me now, the only man that hasn't come under the influence of the drow.
Dearest Matilda,
My love, I have failed you. Its been weeks. The drow web is to perfect. I have been going over the information I have been able to gather, and I have finally come to the conclusion there is no escape from this place. I am to be condemned to death in this vile place. The bodies of my peers lie in mass graves the nauseating stench of it is oppressive. Death seems like a reward, I am but only one of handful of our original group left. My body is shattered, my mind nearing so. Know only that your love keeps me from the unthinkable.
Dearest Matilda,
My love, I had a revelation last night. I was just asleep when I had the most curious dream. A small garishly robed fat man with hands as small as a childs and fingers as plump as sausages. loomed over me. He casually stuffed his mouth with all manner of sweet pastry. When he wasn't eating he smiled a crooked grin that somehow disarmed any malevolence in his appearance. Suddenly a portal open behind him in which the little fat man simply waved an arm and pointed. He spoke with his mouth full showering me with crumbs and said “Found em, I think” Then a dwarf came stomping through the portal, grumbling about something I couldn't decipher. He asked the little fat man if I could understand him. I tried to reply to him but I could not will the words from my mouth. The little fat man merely shrugged at my struggle, seeming to lose interest rather quickly. Suddenly he yelped with all the excitement of our children opening a gifts on Frostfell.
My attention was drawn by the dwarf shouting at me, first in common then several other languages. His frustration grew exponentially with each failed attempt. Losing his temper he let loose a string of obscenities that would embarrass a Wester sailor. The fat man inhaled an audible breath at the both of us and stood there seemingly stunned, eyes blinking wide, as if hearing those words for the first time. At that moment another being strode through the portal and chastised the dwarf for his rude language, it was the drow lady….again.
I struggled to speak with no success, She told me not to try and speak and went to tell me that everything was fine, and that she was watching over you. That you were doing well. She told that Arissa had taken her first steps and was already so very smart. The thought of you galvanized my will and I finally mustered words. I asked her who she was. To which only brought a smile from her face.
The dwarf interjected the query with a clearing of this throat. He was holding the schematics I had found the other night. He smiled a wide toothy grin. almost mischievous for his kind of lot.
I watched in silence as the dwarf went to work making notations on the schematics I absconded with. He handed the parchment to the drow woman and she looked at me with a matronly concern. She said to me “ Be brave young lover, absolution grows near. You know what you have to do.” I reached for the paper with an iron resolve, because she was right. I knew what I had to do. Tomorrow was going to be the beginning of the end.
Dearest Matilda
I have been picking up extra duties these past weeks in service of the drow, tending their needs ,but mostly there vile egos. To this end I was able achieve my first goal in my playbook. I managed to get assigned painting duty for my “good behavior” and “renewed faith” to the God they call Cyian. I will see these vile beasts to their doom soon enough. For now, I will continue to play the fool’s fiddle. As long as it get me closer to the redoubt above the the two main caverns.
My thoughts and love are forever with you.
Dearest Matilda
I was on duty painting in the South chamber when a group of men excavating what they call center point finally found what they were looking for. The scene was terrifying, the man who first struck the anomaly went wild with rage, swirling tendrils of darkness penetrated the man as if using him like a puppet to viciously murder his fellow workers. The drow were quick to intervene, Still, the man took over 20 arrows before he was dispatched, screaming and frothing all the while. This must be what their after, I must double my efforts in making my move on the bulkheads in redoubt before its too late. I feel a sickness coming over me, I fear I do not have long.
Dearest Matilda
I managed to reach the bulkheads yesterday, and my worst fears were realized. The dwarves are making repairs to the weakness in their reinforcements. I was spotted and had to destroy the schematic with the notations, so that I wouldn't be found out. So, I have committed it from memory to my last two earthly possessions. I can't help but becoming overwhelmed with despair. My love, it has been difficult to carry forward with defeat around every corner, I need your strength more than ever. Gods let it be so.
Dearest Matilda,
I fear this will be the last time I will be able to write to you. So tired now, but rest will not find me. My hands tremble and my body is wracked with pain. You were right about them, gods I wished I would have listened to you. These past months has been marked with inconceivable loss. Hundreds of us have been pushed to to the brink of death, and now I sit here defeated unable to make the choice before me. What I've learned since the last time I was able to write to you could stun a stampede of cattle in their tracks. The choice is beyond my petty selfishness for revenge or salvation.
To save tens of thousands from certain death or allowing these dwarves, drow, and there golden hair master to carry away this so called Elder Evil, and use it to possibly bring millions to their knees. I go tonight to the bulkheads on low watch. I will pray to the gods that sleep finds me, so I may gather my strength for this night. I hope these letters find you one day, know whatever happens you will always and forever be my dearest love.
Eternally,
Jackenirva
