07-09-2025, 12:47 AM
Dear Art,
It's been nearly a year since I last wrote you. I'm sorry for the delay, it's just so much has been happening. I had not yet received any letters from you, not that I expect too. There are a great deal of factors that make it difficult to believe I'd ever get a letter from back home. I just hope, at the very least, you receive mine.
I've lived in Meranthe for two years at this point. It's customs and culture had grown on me, despite my initial thoughts. It's become easier to talk with the people there, especially the family I've grown apart of. The orphanage has been a journey in itself, seeing children come and go. It's a blessing and a curse, I'd say. Lots of emotions attached, it makes it plenty difficult.
I had begun my journey into learning magic, just the other day in fact. It ended with me nearly puking on the floor. Don't you worry, though, I'm completely fine now. In fact, it was such a small thing I hadn't mentioned, I've suffered from a lingering smell in my clothes for months on end since some point in my journey here, no amount of washing made it go away. But since I had gone through some help clearing my circuits (I'll tell you more about that later), the smell has been gone! It seems it had nothing to do with my clothes after all!
You'd be fascinated by the types of people you could meet here. I had been brought to an underground laboratory, where I was told a story by it's caretaker on how he lived in a cave and searched for a pit where ancient scientists were buried. It's a fascinating story! If you were here I'd drag you there and make him tell it all again.
I'm sorry if it seems I wrote this letter in a bit of a haste, I desperately wish to write to you, but lately I've just had so little time. There are plenty of things to be done in Meranthe, and now I have a family here to protect.
Your Dearest,
Enyas Silca
[the contents unbeknownst to them, travelers often see this letter writhing in the mud just off a major road just beyond Meranthe's border into Blackwuld.]
It's been nearly a year since I last wrote you. I'm sorry for the delay, it's just so much has been happening. I had not yet received any letters from you, not that I expect too. There are a great deal of factors that make it difficult to believe I'd ever get a letter from back home. I just hope, at the very least, you receive mine.
I've lived in Meranthe for two years at this point. It's customs and culture had grown on me, despite my initial thoughts. It's become easier to talk with the people there, especially the family I've grown apart of. The orphanage has been a journey in itself, seeing children come and go. It's a blessing and a curse, I'd say. Lots of emotions attached, it makes it plenty difficult.
I had begun my journey into learning magic, just the other day in fact. It ended with me nearly puking on the floor. Don't you worry, though, I'm completely fine now. In fact, it was such a small thing I hadn't mentioned, I've suffered from a lingering smell in my clothes for months on end since some point in my journey here, no amount of washing made it go away. But since I had gone through some help clearing my circuits (I'll tell you more about that later), the smell has been gone! It seems it had nothing to do with my clothes after all!
You'd be fascinated by the types of people you could meet here. I had been brought to an underground laboratory, where I was told a story by it's caretaker on how he lived in a cave and searched for a pit where ancient scientists were buried. It's a fascinating story! If you were here I'd drag you there and make him tell it all again.
I'm sorry if it seems I wrote this letter in a bit of a haste, I desperately wish to write to you, but lately I've just had so little time. There are plenty of things to be done in Meranthe, and now I have a family here to protect.
Your Dearest,
Enyas Silca
[the contents unbeknownst to them, travelers often see this letter writhing in the mud just off a major road just beyond Meranthe's border into Blackwuld.]