A letter, sealed in crimson wax is delivered by the hand of a young sin'dorei footman wearing the livery of House Akh'Argar. Inside, the words are neat and scholarly Thalassian on cream parchment.
"Dear Synnaquin,
I actually intended to call upon you personally last night or today, but packing and arranging matters in the House have kept me too busy, and time is of the essence. So I am sending you this message by hand - I am quite aware of your questionable usage of the goblin communicator. I cannot help but mention to you how rare this is; I am not generally moved to contact anyone other than necessary parties during emergency situations. But I know how deeply you care, I know how terribly hurt you would be if I did not tell you, and I know you well enough to know that you'd do something suicidal and chaotic like run off and kill ALL the Scourge before they could possibly hurt me. Silly Synn. That and you are my friend, a true one, one of my dark souls, and I do not have enough friends to treat the ones I like so haphazardly. So the fact that I am personally sending this message, I hope, conveys how much I do indeed value and care about you.
Circumstances have come about that requires my urgent intervention. I am headed to Northrend, to hunt down a Scourge master bladesmith and have them assist me in some research regarding death knight runeblades. My skills and ability in the Light make me the most logical choice for this journey. Thus, I leave immediately, and in truth I am uncertain when I shall return. Hopefully very soon, as time, as I mentioned, is of the essence.
Before you grab your gear and rush off to follow, keep in mind I am no fool, and have brought a squadron of my most capable soldiers to accompany me. I also have my communicator, so if you are inclined to ascertain my continued safety, I am still reachable. Do not worry, this is not the nether, and I have no stomach for suicidal missions of self-sacrifice such as my dark souls are clearly so fond of.
I do have one request, however. Please, do keep in touch with Iloam. He has had a difficult time as you know, and he is unlikely to communicate how he feels because he is very private. I advise you not to pry, no matter how curious you get, and Light, don't do something ridiculous like offer yourself as some kind of emotional punching bag to vent on. I know your ways. Just be there, look in on him, make certain he is as alright as possible. I am certain he will probably miss me as well, so maybe do something fun.
In any event, Light guide you, my dear friend, and try not to get into too much trouble while I am gone.
Love,
~ Aelberyn"
((I wanted to RP stuff today before I left but alas, massive power outage prevents me. *flails*. So Ael told me to make sure I sent a letter at least ;op ))
((SYNBERYN IS MY OTP <3 <3
((SYNBERYN IS MY OTP <3 <3 <3))
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(+1 I concur. <3333)
(+1 I concur. <3333)
If poison, arson, sex, narcotics, knives have not yet ruined us and stitched our quick, loud patterns on the canvas of our lives, it is because our souls are still too sick.
-Baudelaire-
Synn unfolds the parchment
Synn unfolds the parchment eagerly scanning it. "I wouldn't ha--- Oh yeah, .... BUT... It's for his own--- Yeah. I could---- No, *Sighs* FINE. FINE. Light bless you babycakes. You give that sword maker hell."
(( Oh god, so adorable. I <333333333333333 you. I can't wait til you are back!!!! ))
If poison, arson, sex, narcotics, knives have not yet ruined us and stitched our quick, loud patterns on the canvas of our lives, it is because our souls are still too sick.
-Baudelaire-
((Adorable and so genuinely
((Adorable and so genuinely Aelberyn. Yay!))
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"Because how one ought to live is so far removed from how one lives that he who lets go of what is done for that which one ought to do sooner learns ruin than his own preservation: because a man who might want to make a show of goodness in all things necessarily comes to ruin among so many who are not good. Because of this it is necessary for a prince, wanting to maintain himself, to learn how to be able to be not good and to use this and not use it according to necessity."
-Machiavelli
WHAT!?!? I owe you a favor
WHAT!?!? I owe you a favor and you don't even call on me to confront the scourge in Northrend!? Something I would not only gladly assist with but falls squarely into my expertise? You wound me Aelberyn.
Sir Overholdt, there's no way
Sir Overholdt, there's no way I'd drag you along to risk injury again - especially by Scourge foes - so soon after overseeing your recovery. It has only been a week! You, rest.
(( A good peek into Ael's
(( A good peek into Ael's thoughts and I love how she addressed Synnaquin and Synn's nature in it, it infused a little bit of humor into the serious situation. Something I think you do often in your writing, allowing it not to get too overblown most of the time, with that element of humor. ))
(( I had to laugh at this.
((
I had to laugh at this. Just because in the last few days I've been catching up on Haven and have read a few blogs that seemed to be Aelberyn saying "Now, we'll..." and Synn/others going "TOTALLY GOING TO ADLIB SOME LUNACY HERE". This seems like a pre-emptive strike ;) "Dear Synn, Don't. Just. Don't. Whatever it is you're considering? Don't. Love, Ael."
Although I'm curious what Synn's 'questionable usage of the goblin communicator' is all about. Does that mean she doesn't use one, or is she more inclined to make prank calls on it? ;)
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