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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Paka" data-source="post: 1299272" data-attributes="member: 100">Paladins and Clerics of Ulula sometimes deliver important messages just as their totem, the Owl, does. Your missives have crossed the Jade Forest and have finished their journeys in the saddlebags of a giant owl steed of Ulula. “Green Heralds…missives for you…” To: Deputy Thane Guardian Trumble Cloudwalker From: His Brother {This letter is written on rough vellum, as can be found in the Shire in the rare occasions that something other than a recipe is written down. The handwriting is blocky and rushed, with some letters running down in a trail of ink.} Dear Deputy, I know the letter said that it was from your brother on the outside but, well, it is what is on the inside that counts. It is too bad that you’re a Deputy now. There was this nimble little burgular named Thane Trumble and I liked him. Too bad a lawman named Deputy Thane Guardian Trumble Cloudwalker banished ole Thane Trumble and now walks in his clothes. Ah well. I just wanted you to know that I busted out of your pathetic Hobbit jail cell. I didn’t have to hurt anybody to get out but I could’ve. I could pay your brother and his pretty bitch of a wife a call but I won’t. This is between us and no use getting the innocent family all into the mess us thieves get into. Fair’s fair, honor between thieves. You understand. I am going to avenge my old friend, Thane Trumble. Get vengeance for what you’re doing to him and his memory. I’d watch my back if I was you. The higher your rise, the harder you’ll fall, Gorum To: Sheriff Dustin Overhill From: The Mayor of Hightree Shire {This letter is also written on the rough vellum of the Shire. The Mayor’s handwriting is simple with only the most occasional flourish on the G and the L of the words Green Lady, the S on the word Sheriff and on the M of the word Mayor.} Dear Sheriff Dustin Overhill, I hear from the Green Lady’s satyrs that you are doing well and this pleases me. The Shire is more or less how you left it. As you might or might not know Gorum, the Dwarven thief from Sun City, escaped. We think he might have had help in his escape but we are unsure. I have assigned Dave Hilltopple as a deputy to watch over the Shire while you go about your duties for the Green Lady. Some in the Shire grumble that your time should be spent seeing to the law in the Shire but these busybodies are quickly hushed. There are regular patrols Halfling patrols all over the Shire. The mist might keep us hidden but it might not. I’ll take no chances. I hope the big world is feeding you boys well. Scratch Kettle and Scraps for me. Sincerely, Mayor Jorren Overhill To: M’Randa From: Grat Lair-Guardian {This letter is written on a delicate parchment with a slight green tint; the paper seems like it might fade away as it is almost transluscent but it is oddly durable, holding up even after weeks at the bottom of a saddlebag or chest. The handwriting is elegant, as if a hundred meanings are locked into every word, waiting to spring to life. It is odd to see such artful calligraphy draw such simple sentences.} Dear M’Randa, The Green Lady tells me that I can speak these words and she will take them and you will see them. I don’t understand how you will see them but I trust her so okay. I live in Lair now, under the castle. I can fly around, really stretch my wings because the ceilings are so high. The Lair Sisters are very nice. Sister Gyseld told me that Lair Sisters are not allowed to speak outside the Lair because they are afraid of giving away secrets. It is called the Oath of Silence. The Lair was empty but there are many things in it now. Some of these things are magic. They are put in rooms and looked at by the Sisters, who tell me not to touch nothing. This is fine, I don’t want to touch these things anyway. It is like having many many many mothers now. I never had mothers so this is fine. I pray to Bahamut and Tiamat every day. I pray for you too. If you came to the Lair I could fly you around because my wings are strong. That would be fun. Grat Lair-Guardian To: Master Randall Tisgood, Herald and Diplomat of the Green Lady From: Magus Smalgus Finescale {Magus Smalgus’ letter is written on fine vellum. His handwriting is bold without being over-bearing and elegant without any unnecessary artifice. The letter is sealed with a the sigil of his signet ring, a Dragon’s claw holding a scroll, pressed into the wax.} Dear Master Tisgood, I found your company and your tales delightful and sincerely hope that wherever my Sanctum might be in the tumultuous days ahead, your tales are welcomed. The Finescale College is still raving about your fine Draconic balladeering. It has been a long while since a Bard from the Silver Lands graced our halls. As you travel south you will see the Oath Lake. It is a salt lake and its mud is said to have many purifying qualities when applied to the skin. When the Lords and Ladies of our land want to swear a powerful oath, they do so while floating on this lake and afterwards bathe in it with their fellow oathswearers. To break an Oath sworn in or around this lake is said to be a terrible thing, indeed. Please accept this letter of introduction to my student who resides in Deeproot. I am not sure how he looks upon me, his former Master, but I hope he at least learned manners from his time under my tutelage, if nothing else. It is my sincerest hope that your Fellowship has safe travels in its future travels. We shall meet again, no doubt, when the Lords and Ladies of the Jade Forest to swear allegiance to Green Lady. It will be interesting to have the entire family in one place again. How I’ve missed them. Safe Journeys, Magus Smalgus Finescale Head Wizard of the Finescale College of Arcane Arts Summoner of the Seventh Circle and Banisher of the Ninth Circle</blockquote>

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