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Pen N Popper · 05-21-06, 04:51 PM

Jular, 1400
Dear Father and Mother...
Bumblebee turns a bit so that the light from the rusty dagger better illuminates the page he writes upon. Beneath the drooping leaves of the bush he worries little about the faint light being seen; feet seldom tread behind the homes in East Hlint.
The world outside Pranzis is amazing! Father, when I return home to visit I shall insist on hearing stories about our kind's homeland. I think you will find that I have grown much since my departure. Mother, I will need a few lessons in cooking if I am not to grow any thinner.
He smiles to himself. A roast pigeon would seem a feast compared to the dried rations that make up my diet now, he thinks. Turning to more serious topics, he continues to scratch out his note with the sparrow feather quill.
You were right in your thoughts, the dreams I had earlier were but childish fantasies. The dragons and knights I dreamed of were but the results of my evesdropping on the passing travellers. How do I know? I did not write of it for I was not sure I believed it myself, but the true dragon spoke to me the night prior to my arrival in Hlint. For a few tendays I still doubted that a young brownie such as myself could be involved in something so monumental.
Lifting the quill from the paper, Bumblebee pauses to still the trembling of his hand. Will what I am to write sooth my parent's worries or only serve to increase them?
It was but a day ago that I had all doubts erased from my mind. I have met a skilled fighter, quiet when he walks yet skilled with blade and bow. He showed me a patch of berries not far from town that I might pick and sell to others. Returning the following day on my own, I was moving quietly within the berry patch when a pair of skunks spotted me. Their stench quickly overcame my senses and I fell beneath their sharp claws.
Hurrying his writing now, almost willing his parents to read fast as well, he scribbles on.
But I was not gone from this world! I was back in Hlint! Weak, yes. Battered, yes. Alive, yes! This gift I know is not to be taken for granted, and my efforts at learning to move quietly have since redoubled. To fall to a skunk is not a feat worth sharing with a dragon.
A dragon, he thinks, am I truly sure I do not yet dream? Brushing aside the thought he moves onto other events.
I have started a newsletter here in Hlint. So many dragon called pass through this town's gates on their way or returning from adventures across the lands. If I could learn but a portion of what they know I am sure I would be much the better skilled to...
To what? he thinks.
...to assist our people. Yes, through the newsletter I hope to find more brownies. There is much you have not shared with me, Father, and I need to learn as much as I can. I have but heard of a single other brownie here in Hlint. Freida is the only name I know.
Enclosed is a copy of my first newsletter. Oh! And do get some eggs from that other merchant if you are able, they sell for 4000gp a box!
Yours, Bumblebee
Bumblebee folds up the parchment along with a copy of the newsletter, then tucks the glowing dagger away. Let us see what tomorrow brings, he thinks as he curls up in the soft dry leaves beneath the bush.

05-21-06, 04:51 PM	#3
Pen N Popper Lich Characters Join Date: Dec 2005 Posts: 1,406 Thanks: 98 Thanked 280 Times in 98 Posts	RE: Bumblebee Jular, 1400 Dear Father and Mother... Bumblebee turns a bit so that the light from the rusty dagger better illuminates the page he writes upon. Beneath the drooping leaves of the bush he worries little about the faint light being seen; feet seldom tread behind the homes in East Hlint. The world outside Pranzis is amazing! Father, when I return home to visit I shall insist on hearing stories about our kind's homeland. I think you will find that I have grown much since my departure. Mother, I will need a few lessons in cooking if I am not to grow any thinner. He smiles to himself. A roast pigeon would seem a feast compared to the dried rations that make up my diet now, he thinks. Turning to more serious topics, he continues to scratch out his note with the sparrow feather quill. You were right in your thoughts, the dreams I had earlier were but childish fantasies. The dragons and knights I dreamed of were but the results of my evesdropping on the passing travellers. How do I know? I did not write of it for I was not sure I believed it myself, but the true dragon spoke to me the night prior to my arrival in Hlint. For a few tendays I still doubted that a young brownie such as myself could be involved in something so monumental. Lifting the quill from the paper, Bumblebee pauses to still the trembling of his hand. Will what I am to write sooth my parent's worries or only serve to increase them? It was but a day ago that I had all doubts erased from my mind. I have met a skilled fighter, quiet when he walks yet skilled with blade and bow. He showed me a patch of berries not far from town that I might pick and sell to others. Returning the following day on my own, I was moving quietly within the berry patch when a pair of skunks spotted me. Their stench quickly overcame my senses and I fell beneath their sharp claws. Hurrying his writing now, almost willing his parents to read fast as well, he scribbles on. But I was not gone from this world! I was back in Hlint! Weak, yes. Battered, yes. Alive, yes! This gift I know is not to be taken for granted, and my efforts at learning to move quietly have since redoubled. To fall to a skunk is not a feat worth sharing with a dragon. A dragon, he thinks, am I truly sure I do not yet dream? Brushing aside the thought he moves onto other events. I have started a newsletter here in Hlint. So many dragon called pass through this town's gates on their way or returning from adventures across the lands. If I could learn but a portion of what they know I am sure I would be much the better skilled to... To what? he thinks. ...to assist our people. Yes, through the newsletter I hope to find more brownies. There is much you have not shared with me, Father, and I need to learn as much as I can. I have but heard of a single other brownie here in Hlint. Freida is the only name I know. Enclosed is a copy of my first newsletter. Oh! And do get some eggs from that other merchant if you are able, they sell for 4000gp a box! Yours, Bumblebee Bumblebee folds up the parchment along with a copy of the newsletter, then tucks the glowing dagger away. Let us see what tomorrow brings, he thinks as he curls up in the soft dry leaves beneath the bush.