Description
Here stands a petite, half-elven woman of barely five and a half feet in
height. Dark, green eyes constantly light up in joy and excitement around her
as she is seen often whirling to face others or a new obstacle in an excited
dance. Pin straight, blonde hair is curiously kept extremely close cropped,
giving her an androgynous look. Small, slightly crooked teeth make
a seemingly never ending appearance as she greets her surroundings with pure
joy and wonder.
Role
Heralds and Happenings
Added Tue Mar 29 21:40:01 2022 at level 27:
My dearest darling,
While it may be due to the blessings of my ability to delve between the
planes that gives us the sublime joy of being able to meet in your dreams
while we are apart, I have decided to write a few letters for you to read
once we are happily together again in our homestead.
I've fallen into a wonderful troupe of entertainers and artists known as the
Heralds of the Eternal Star. Against your advice, I showcased my abilities as
a haruspex to divine the High Herald's future.
My dear, it was the most incredible thing! The turkey that I used was a
hermaphodite, just like I saw we needed for our wedding. The chicken that I
bought from the witch woman (both male and female in one), wedding ourselves
where the land meets the sea, forming its own unique life and mysteries when
combined, and under the blood red light of the moon, lit by the sun behind
it.
Bound together by such powerful omens and portents, it's a small wonder we
have been able to remain so close while others may pity us for our distance.
I have heard tales a god who loved as much as we love each other. I shall go
to seek him so that I may witness even a small shred of a love that may even
rival ours!
Till the day where I can see you again, I ache, my love.
Each other's,
Tilea Merillia
Heraldic Havoc
Added Sun Apr 17 03:34:47 2022 at level 44:
My dearest darling,
I won't keep you with the stories I've told you of the senile High Herald and
the traitor Kytria. You've heard it all already when I've dreamt fondly of
and found you. This letter is for after. When we're finally again, my love.
I will follow the High Herald's words to the letter. I am at her command for
all things Herald. And yet it seems I'm the only Herald bringing gifts of joy
and food those outside of the Inn. How is that someone who tries to teach me
of Heraldic values keeps herself in the words of her goddess till she's
blind?
I miss you. I fear for you. When we spoke, you asked me to teach you the ways
of my craft. Candles made thick off fresh fat. Crimson rugs and runes drawn
in ways that made my eyes hurt just to see them.
I know that what you do is for us. It is what we both do. It's why you called
to me in my dreams. But I don't like this new quest. My darling, I'm afraid
for you.
You will go where you said you would and asked for my help with. It is your
way and why I love you so much that it frightens me.
But please, my love, if this letter can reach your ears before you read it in
our home next to me, be careful. Those things that you asked for aren't what
a noble elf such as yourself should sully themselves with. Before you go to
that dark place, please, remember that your heart would go there bravely for
you in your place.
Each other's,
Tilea Merillia
P.S.: My heart, please don't forget how we bound our names together. So long
as no one knows your secret name, I can keep you safe.
Heaving Herald
Added Sat May 7 04:43:25 2022 at level 51:
Dearest husband,
They don't hear me anymore! No one hears me anymore! I scream and rip my eyes
at the traitor in our ranks but they all ignore me!
My dear High Herald (I've made her love me, as they all do) sleeps in the
deep-deep-deep-deep-deep-deep
Where are you? Why won't you talk to me anymore? You spoke to me so sweetly
when we first met and were wedded. I drew the runes you asked for and now you
just stand there. You stand there behind a closed door, but there isn't a
door there.
Why don't you talk to me anymore? You used to sing me such sweet words, the
words you spoke to me in my dreams and the songs you would ply me to true
sleep with.
You stand there, in front of and behind that door that I can't open. I've
heard of the tomes that can grant me the means to find ANYONE.
But I can't find you.
The High Herald won't speak to me. Gaspare won't speak to me. All that speak
to me are traitors and cowards in the Inn.
Where are you? If you just tell me where you are, I can come help you. Why do
you stand silently in front of and behind a door? Please! Speak to me again!
Do I need to rip that door down? I'll find that way, I'll...
They let Kytria back into our ranks. Some goddess has demanded that I not
treat her ill. I'll find a way. The High Herald doesn't understand, but -I-
understand.
Hearts must never break I will always find you always always always
[Here the writing turns into sigils and glyphs. Twisting and darting upon
mortal eyes, they slowly turn into a heart. A broken heart drawn by a
trembling hand.]
I cannot wait to see you again! Oh my dear, at the apex of my guild, now I
shall truly be able to gather our retirement funds!
I will be, you will be, forever and always.
Wherever you are, I'll find you. I can go ANYWHERE now.
Always,
[This letter has been ripped apart at the bottom by the quill that penned it.]