Mulnari, Jular 16, 1451
This Crown has learned the details of our stricken fort, Hurix. It grieves Us to know so many lives were lost, so many of our brothers, husbands an sons lay beneath the soil of Our fair kingdom. We honor those lost, all names collected will be recorded in the History for all time.
We honor those, too, that stood by our innocents and devoted. Brave knights of Toran, of Rofirien and of Vorax arrived to drive off and hunt down Our attackers. For this We are ever grateful. It is, though, our highest praise that we wish to offer to the following, whom stood by the People of Hurix in their darkest hour, defending and enduring.
Benjamin Poetr
Tod Fellow
Amanda
Rodlin Serim
Galathea Arnaduillae
Chakar Achmed El'Mujahir
Shiff Dragonheart
Daniella Stormhaven
Aesthir Stargazer
Angela Swann
Storold Doesscha
Pallena
Maelverik Reznar
Trelania offers a day of celebration to honor all of those who fought for Our People.
Dearest Shiff,
I know I have not been the greatest teacher when it comes to learning Elven, and so I have been trying to study the techniques to help teach you what I can so that you can be successful as I know how important this is to you.
Below I have included some simple rules that I would like for you to study, I know we have studied basic phrases but I hope that we can begin on our next lesson soon and we can go into the subtleties of my language that make it so beautiful and worth the time and effort to learn.
This lesson focus on consonants. . .
Your Friend and Teacher,
Elohanna
Shiff sat at a table alone at Kelin's Inn in Krandor, sipping from his one hundred year old store of Will-O-Whiskey. The other adventurers had turned in or departed for other locales after a short dip in the crypts, so Shiff was left to enjoy more time alone. It was nice seeing that there are still people adventuring. For him, adventuring had lost a lot of its charm in the past half-century. Many friends had disappeared, not having been heard from in longer than even he could remember, and he could remember a lot. His first time wandering into Hlint. First time listening to a story from Ozymandius. The crazy adventurers of Hawklen and that nutter Kinai. Valmara, Clarissa, Krys, Omer, Peanut, Kobal.... And so many more old friends who names he hoped might poor out of the bottle of his bottle and back into his thoughts. For the first time in a long time he wished he could her Ben call him an idiot, or Elohanna's sweet giggle when she'd say, "Oh, Shiff," after he had done something stupid (again). He even missed Emwonk and his Birds and Butterflyies. He missed people. Lots of people.
He took a deep pull of his bottle and regretted it immediately. He didn't know why he drank the stuff but the pain of a good swig of whiskey seemed agreeable to his old nerves. Made him feel.... alive? He wasn't sure. He felt thin. Stretched. Like butter over too much toasted bread. And pain seemed to be the only thing that reminded him that no, he wasn't dreaming. The world had changed around him. He was a near forgotten relic, made at the tale end of a great age of heroes.
At least, he told himself that. Vrebel disagreed. "Vrebel: Master Swordsman." He could remember when Vrebel didn't even know which end of a sword was the point end. That made him smile. Now Vrebs could probably slap him around Port Hempstead blindfolded with an arm tied behind his back. Vrebs gave Shiff a lot of the credit, but he knew he was only a stepping stone for the guy. And he was happy for him. He knew people could count on Vrebel if they needed a stout warrior on their side.
A waitress dropped off a loaf of bread and a dish of herb-infused oil with a smile and left. He felt like she was familiar. Probably someone he helped way back. He ripped off a hunk, dipped it, and chewed on it. He was sort of glad he went to Center to investigate the Gnolls and Orcs rumors. Not so much when he followed that bone-headed young kid Wihl back into the deep to find out the giant Spider demon they killed was giving birth to full grown orcs. But the kid reminded him of someone he knew, long ago, who first heard of another legend with a greatsword. A Wicked one, at that. And maybe that was enough to keep him going.