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Pen N Popper · 05-18-06, 03:10 PM

Mai 20, 1400
Dear Father and Mother...
Bumblebee lifts the quill from the parchment and gives it a look before laughing out loud. Stifling the sound, he pokes his head out from beneath the evergreen bush to be sure no passerby had heard his outburst. Again he looks at the feather held in his hand and thinks, Bless youmother for making mepractice my caligraphyno matter how much I complained.
I have arrived safely in Hlint. My bags, I'm afraid, were lost on the final leg of the boat ride into Lleilon. The cat caught wind of me...
How had she done it? A moment she was there, casting careful glances about the Hlint sewers, and then gone. Her voice floating about the room, chiding our other companion on his lack of hearing. Myself, I was lucky enough to land a small dart or three from my new bow much less spot her shadowy figure. Sighing, he returns to the letter in progress.
...and gave me quite a fright. I dare say I earned my passage well enough with the number of mice I sent into the sea. The road from the docks to Hlint was safe, though each night brought more intense dreams of the dragon. Outside the eastern gates of the town on the final night the dream was...
This town, it is a gristmill for warriors. If this is a true calling, as it seems to be, and not a dream, why me? A brownie barely capable of pulling the bowstring taught? Bumblebee laughs again, despite his caution at being seen.
...vivid. Too real to be false. Many here, it seems, share my nocturnal visions. I have taken your advice and put aside my instincts to remain unseen. The dragon called, as I have taken to thinking of them, are to a soul focused on readying themselves.
He thinks back to the many hours he has spent concealed about Hlint, evesdropping on conversations and watching themany varied folk. He pauses and shakes his head.
It is a simple matter to remain unseen as they rush about their business. A few, I am sure, spot my shape amongst the leaves and flowers where I lie concealed. They seem not to give even a pause. It is clear that I have much to learn if I am to survive...
He cringes and quickly blots out the word survive before continuing.
...make a home here in this town.
Deciding it is best to stop there, he puts the quill aside. Best to not mention the orcs, large rats, tame drow and goblins, spiders, and bandits, he thinks. Unable to control himself he lets out a loud laugh. Oh mother and father, if you could only see your son now.
Yours, Bumblebee
Not able to afford a bird delivery, he posts the letter to be sent by land and boat. Pranzis may feel far away, he thinks, but it is still home.

05-18-06, 03:10 PM	#1
Pen N Popper Lich Characters Join Date: Dec 2005 Posts: 1,406 Thanks: 98 Thanked 280 Times in 98 Posts	Bumblebee Mai 20, 1400 Dear Father and Mother... Bumblebee lifts the quill from the parchment and gives it a look before laughing out loud. Stifling the sound, he pokes his head out from beneath the evergreen bush to be sure no passerby had heard his outburst. Again he looks at the feather held in his hand and thinks, Bless youmother for making mepractice my caligraphyno matter how much I complained. I have arrived safely in Hlint. My bags, I'm afraid, were lost on the final leg of the boat ride into Lleilon. The cat caught wind of me... How had she done it? A moment she was there, casting careful glances about the Hlint sewers, and then gone. Her voice floating about the room, chiding our other companion on his lack of hearing. Myself, I was lucky enough to land a small dart or three from my new bow much less spot her shadowy figure. Sighing, he returns to the letter in progress. ...and gave me quite a fright. I dare say I earned my passage well enough with the number of mice I sent into the sea. The road from the docks to Hlint was safe, though each night brought more intense dreams of the dragon. Outside the eastern gates of the town on the final night the dream was... This town, it is a gristmill for warriors. If this is a true calling, as it seems to be, and not a dream, why me? A brownie barely capable of pulling the bowstring taught? Bumblebee laughs again, despite his caution at being seen. ...vivid. Too real to be false. Many here, it seems, share my nocturnal visions. I have taken your advice and put aside my instincts to remain unseen. The dragon called, as I have taken to thinking of them, are to a soul focused on readying themselves. He thinks back to the many hours he has spent concealed about Hlint, evesdropping on conversations and watching themany varied folk. He pauses and shakes his head. It is a simple matter to remain unseen as they rush about their business. A few, I am sure, spot my shape amongst the leaves and flowers where I lie concealed. They seem not to give even a pause. It is clear that I have much to learn if I am to survive... He cringes and quickly blots out the word survive before continuing. ...make a home here in this town. Deciding it is best to stop there, he puts the quill aside. Best to not mention the orcs, large rats, tame drow and goblins, spiders, and bandits, he thinks. Unable to control himself he lets out a loud laugh. Oh mother and father, if you could only see your son now. Yours, Bumblebee Not able to afford a bird delivery, he posts the letter to be sent by land and boat. Pranzis may feel far away, he thinks, but it is still home.