#ic letters

[qxynalvaleroyantb]

A Box of Letters; A Gift to Rulian

For Starlight, Xynal has gifted Rulian all of the letters he wrote betwixt the end of the Dragonsong War and the start of their relationship with Bram.

This is just the entire list.

Letter 1, Letter 2, Letter 3, Letter 4, Letter 5, Letter 6, Letter 7, Letter 8, Letter 9, Letter 10, Letter 11, Letter 12, Letter 13, Letter 14, Letter 15, Letter 16

Starlight 1, Starlight 2

[theartofblossoming]

"Well, the Provisioner turned up this mornin' an' I got my first mail in about two hundred an' eleven years!"

"Mac was a little jealous until he read the back:"

"All the way from our friends in Appalachia! How 'bout that."

Thanks @the-laridian ! This made my day.

[ser-rex]

A letter arrives at the Ivory Tower, addressed to L’yhta, ( @little-purple-thundercloud ) and sealed with red wax pressed with a lion’s pawprint design.

For the desk of the esteemed mage, L’yhta Mahre, Head of the Mysterium and indefatigable friend, iwith sincerest hope this letter finds you hale and well,

Dear L’yhta,

May I first begin by wishing you a joyful and prosperous Heavensturn! And may I also extend my warm gratitude once more for the invitation to the Mysterium’s Starlight party, which i did most fondly enjoy. Please convey my regards to your fellow co workers, who were so warm and welcoming to a stranger such as myself on a frosty and busy night- they made me feel most at home despite being so far from it!

Secondly, if I may be so bold, I should like to extend an invitation in kind. In acknowledgement of the beginning of the new calendar, I endeavour to set my best boot forward and act upon my hitherto neglected promise of meeting you once again for longer than a chance encounter. I have so much I would like to ask about you, and how life has treated you of late-  and I might imagine, after seeing me again for the first time in many moons you might have some questions for myself, as well. Whensoever you find it convenient, my friend, I should very much like to invite you to lunch, (or supper, if the schedule might more easily permit such,) in perhaps a place of your choosing in Kugane. I am sure you know the best of places right now to dine, and much as I would crow proudly to host you in fair and frosty Ishgard, the whole of the city is awash with folk scrambling hither and yon for the restoration, and may prove to be ill suited for a quieter soiree- though I am certain we could find a spot in the Knight, if that more inspires your fancy and a chance of pace is required.

I eagerly look forward to your reply, whensoever you are able- fret not if it might be delayed by work or personal affairs, though- I promise I am understanding of the pressing matters you are no doubt beset by in your station! Once again, I hope sincerely that this letter finds you well, and that the first suns of the new year have been kind to you thus far- and until next we speak or next I write, I wish they continue to!

In your humble service,

Rex

In the bottom right hand corner of the page, across from Rex’s signature, is a pen sketch in a light reddish ink of two looking flowers- though it is helpfully captioned with its name underneath in Sharlayan format- Viola tricolor, the garden pansy, and Primula polyantha, or the polyanthus Primrose.

[quinndempsey]

“Lady Giselle Villefort  I am writing you at the suggestion of Lady Annika Aguillard who recommended your services. I would like to meet at your convenience to discuss terms. Please forward your availability and I will set up a meeting.  Quinn Dempsey” (@annikaaguillard and @gisellevillefort for mentions, as well as @figandfil )

[rosalyndhavashem]

Dispatched on paper to each of those remaining in Thunderhead and in sealed letters to those back home. Ministry Guard,

In the continued absence of Commander Nezam from the field, I am sending you all home or elsewhere. Go to where the people you love are. If you have nowhere to go, no family or friends, you may come to me.

We have done all that we can to preserve the world. The rest is beyond mortal reach. Take this time to spend your days doing what matters to you most. All we can do now is wait and see if the world ends or not.

Knight Captain Rosalynd Havashem

If they wanted to stay, to try and find a way, she would not stop them, but they deserved as much as any the time to grieve with the people they loved.

[tejshar]

A response to a letter - Xauko

A letter? Such a strange thing to be given in comparison to the usual offerings and wishes that sat about the altar steps. The first thought was to simply disregard the letter. He made a gesture to when the Moogle rushed to his face. The moogle seemed rather inclined to wait and make sure he not only read it but responded.  Tejshar took it, unfolded the parchment, read the first line and then burst into laughter.  “Renaux suggested. “ He laughed again, shifting his weight to a more comfortable position. His burning hues regarding the moogle for a moment. “Alright. Alright. At least it sounds interesting. Give me a moment. “ He then read the letter.

"Hopefully this reaches you. Renaux suggested I write a letter to seek out answers to my questions. So here goes.    I asked you about your endgame before. That question still stands. What is your plan, getting all this power and accumulating these souls? What do you want to do with it?    How do your shell vessel things work?    Can I have a list of the people who you have pacts to get their souls?    How do I summon you?    Also what fruit do you accept as offerings? Only citrus or do any fruit work? What about vegetables?I'd like to speak with you in person again as well.-Xauko"

“Alright. Take a letter moogle.. “ He growled a little and then stood to his feet, pacing about the temple as he spoke. “End game is a strange word. It makes it sound like what I do is purely of my own desire and design. That it is merely a game to play. I’m afraid it is not. You would have to understand the world and beyond this world to even begin to fathom what it is I do and am. ‘My plan’ as you call it is not of my design either. I hold a purpose and function within the cycle of things. I will tell you this, where there is darkness, there is light. If I scare you enough to wish my death, just image what awaits in the light. Biding its time. I assure you. Once I am no longer, there will be nothing left to stand in IT’s way. “ He chuckled again tossing an orange up into the air, catching it with his hand then bitting into the unpeeled fruit like an apple.

“I have given you a shell. I will allow you to figure it out. However, if you wish to summon me it is fairly simple. Allow me to write upon your flesh the name of power, or, offer a prayer and I will come. Usually. Even I have limitations and can’t be everywhere at once. Thus the priestess exists. “ He paused and looked at the Moogle.

“What was the last question? Oh.. “ he growled and looked at the Orange in his hand, crushing it to a pulp. “I only listen to offerings of Oranges… Be warned however Little One. To toy with a summoning’s bindings is to wreak woe. “

[lady-dusk-balmung]

Letter - Nighean

When the noonday sun had travelled to its apex and once again found the crest of the horizon, Lady Dusk had stirred awake. Every evening the sensation of waking up was similar to the sensation of dying. Pain, hunger, lack of control, even fear, awaited each waking breath. Every day, Sabian, the estate butler, personal attache and daylight guardian of the Lady, had left her ‘morning medicine’ at the entrance to her solace. Today however there was an unexpected addition. An envelope

Metal laced claws carefully picked up the envelope containing a few sheets of parchment.  A long letter, there was nothing special about the ink or parchment.  The script, however, was flowing:  calligraphy but for the fact that it was easily read. Turning it over and then smelling the parchment she found the scent familiar and yet new. Her brow knit as the slide of her fingers unfolded it and then immediately smirked. 

Dear Sister...  I had thought to continue our conversation after the mortal man had left, but as I was unable to do so, I leave this letter.  Mistake me not:  I am not impatient.  I merely fear that I may forget what was on my mind If I wait…

“Sister? Such endearment. Such sentiment. I wonder if you seek favour or are genuine? Most likely the former. After all, we are two predators and play the game well.” Dusk purred and then took a seat to read the rest. A chuckle was given here and there before she finally shook her head and set the letter down. Her rose-tinted hues shifted to the gryphon quill. “Write.”

Dearest Sister,

I must confess that I was quite delighted to receive your letter. It has been ages since anyone has committed ink to parchment to speak to me. There is something far more honest about the written word. Each letter holding a truth of thought and consideration. More so, you have written these words without spell or charm to erase them once they are read. In this please know that I will take each word I have read to heart with the knowledge you wrote them in earnest.

I will begin with your relationship with Aelwyn and your fear of what she might reveal. Fear not. We are not paladins of great light and some mundane vision of perfection without sin. My Dear One, we are flawed sinners that may walk in the light be we are under no delusion that we -are- the dark.

Whatever you were, whatever you have done, whatever followed you, cease to exist the moment you walked through the door. For we are those who strive to become more than we are. To embrace all that has made stronger and cast away like rust, that which makes us unworthy. As long as that remains to be your path, then it does not matter. Any judgement upon you will be of what is to come, not what was. Such is balance in duality.

That being said, I do enjoy your company and conversation. Share with me anything you like. I shall have the mint tea brought in especially.

As for that which we hunt. I am aware that there are exceptions to every rule. You, yourself, very well be one of them. We do not make a habit of mindless slaughter. After all, even a hunted voidsent may yet serve a purpose to our ends. However, I show no mercy to those who prove devoured by the forced will of the Darkness. Those who would kill or harm another, possess and ensnare the soul of another? It would take quite some convincing not to put it in an urn and place it in the vault for all eternity. Something we can discuss in finer detail. As for the void magi? Nothing in the heavens nor hells will stand in my way, nor any cost is to high. They -will- die.

Lastly, your final concern.

It is with an uplifting heart that I can tell you not to be concerned at all. Those who offer us tasks , do so knowing my price. Should that which they send you or I to hunt be that of innocence, then my Dear One, kill the one who sent you. Even if you must complete the task so that someone else does not, make sure the price is paid in blood.

Now then, I hope to you see you soon.

Darkness Embrace and Light Guide,

~K

Dusk smiled as the finished letter was brought to her and folded. She pressed the fold between her lips, marking them with the rose tint of her ‘medicine. She would deliver it to the Moogles in Ul’dah during her evening walk. @nigheandorcha @scrap-cat ( I love IC letters :D Gimmie more! )

[sylvain-tolbert-blog]

Her letter is delicately perfumed with the aroma of floral tones. Jasmine and gardenia greets him from the wax sealed envelope. Within is a dried flower pressed into the folded parchment. "Beloved Sylvain, know that thy flowers art kept at mine bedside, it reminds me of thee daily. Though I worry I may not be present upon thy visit. There is much for me to say to thee, but for thy safety I can not share it here. In a week's time I shalt write thee once more, and ease thy concerns."

Sylvain read the letter, then read it again, frowning. A week’s time? His safety? Surely she didn’t expect him to just sit and wait.

Still frowning—fretting over what she could possibly be hinting at—Sylvain began to throw some clothes in a bag. He tucked the dried flower into the front pocket of his shirt, and left his apartment behind, heading for the Shroud.

@ladyrivienne