Letters of a Risen Heart

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OOC Notes: These letters are sent to Alexy, and are not to be metagamed in any form as IC, Alexy would be the only one to know these facts.
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Dear Alexy,

I'll be sending you these letters over a period of time, just as something for you to read of me while I am away from you. Telling you of my history more than I can tell you when I have no time to think about it, so here it goes.

There was a time where I believed that I was alone. A time where I was shunned for what I am, where speartips and arrowheads were the only faces I saw. That was a time that has come and gone, but allow me to tell you a little about this desperate time, starting from how it began.

I, Valandil Ancalime, was born of an elven mother, she was extravagent in appearance, she had pointed features. A gentle smile that soothed the heart, and a glare that could scare a dwarf. Though just like many of her people, she was a sight to behold. Long, golden strands of hair, flowing just past to her shoulder-blades. Green pools as eyes, a small, proportional nose that scrunched up a bit when she got angry with me. Though let us just say she was a beautiful woman and end with that. Yet you see that was not always a good thing for her, as one day she departed with a caravan to Solamnia on business.

And now Alexy, I will tell you more in my next letter.

With my love,
Valandil Ancalime

MyOwnDestiny · Subject: Re: Letters of a Risen Heart Fri Aug 14, 2009 2:19 am

On reading the note Alex smiled some at the flowing script of her beloved, then began to think on his words. Knowing some of his background already she was sure she knew where he was headed with his tale and was saddened for him. But the letter held her interest raptly as he had never gone into such detail. Alex longed to know of his mother. The woman that brought such a wonderful man into this world. A man that would soon be just for her. She hoped to one day get the chance to meet the elven woman. She stowed the letter lovingly in the chest beside their bed and quietly dressed in her nightclothes. Laying on the bed alone she rolled over and hugged his pillow missing the feel of him though he had only been gone a short while. Every minute she longed for his touch when he was away. Eventually with thoughts of his face and hearing his voice in her ear she fell asleep with a soft smile on her face.

"Would you, Alexy, be my wife?"

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A'ryndil Astia'mar ~ Archmagus of the Veiled Maiden

Alexy Reynn ~ Cleric of the Fisher King

Shylana Ishtareel ~ Faithful of Her Dark Majesty

Byrd Song ~ The blind voice of Nature

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My dearest, Alexy

Yes, it is I, your beloved, writing you another note as promised. Now where did I leave off? Ah yes, the tale of how I came to be.

As you likely had guessed from our talks together when we first met, this is not, the best part of the tale which I am going to tell you, but it is a necessary part. Now you see, my mother was traveling on her way to Solamnia, for business she had to conduct. You see, she was a teacher, of many, many things. She also was a merchant of some things she taught, which was magic. Granted she was far from powerful, she never aspired to magic but she did teach those who wanted to aspire the basics, how to read it, how to write it, she even made scrolls and sold items of magic to other mages. Anyhow, this is unimportant but I thought you might like to know about my mother and who she is.

This is where I may sadden you, I know how you are dearest. It is not... the way I would've liked my life to have come about, but I believe if it had not come about this way I never would have been pushed to you and likely my entire existence would be false. You see a group of local highwaymen had found the caravan she had taken refuge within. Unfortunately this caravan had just enough supplies, food, steel, and other things for them to be interested in as well as not enough guards. And so they came, they came unto my mothers caravan murdering all in their way, even the innocent bystanders who bore no arms against them. Though when they spotted my mother they halted their actions to take her prisoner. And so she was indeed taken as their prisoner, and I will not say what they did as it is obvious.

In their camp she lay beaten, filthy, abused, used, and defeated. Only to have a ranger pass the camp, to find my mother and waylay the thugs and scum, leaving them now defeated and dead. He freed my mother, in fact he lead her back to Qualinost, to the safety of the Elves therein. Only to some time later, bear child. She bore me, approximately twenty-eight years ago my love. Born of an Elven Maiden and a Human Thug. It is not a heritage I am proud of, but I am thankful of it. I hope some of my words have relieved some of the sadness that you might find from my... birth.

This is likely one of my longer notes, but we will see, I have a lot to say my love. I will bring you more of my mother for the beginning of these notes love, as I know you must be curious about her, and to why she made me leave so I will get to this.

With all the love possible,
Valandil Ancalime

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To the lovely one whom this letter concerns,

I ended with me being born last time yes? Well, this one will concern another sad note to it. This letter will contain the troubles my mother faced after my birth.

It had not been a month after my birth that many of the people around my mother had learned I was half-elven, and of how I came to be, and this also included one of a rather powerful politician who especially didn't like me. He viewed me as a taint in our society, and denied my mother as a parent and viewed me fully as a prodigy of my father, a criminal to be or some such. He and my mother were at each others throats about where I was to live. They agreed on allowing my mother to raise me for some time, approximately fourteen years, until I was able to hold a bow and shoot it properly. Why did she not just leave Qualinost with me in her arms and move somewhere? Yes, I asked the same question. She was fearful of leaving the Qualinesti forests, as well as fearful of my life, and hers if she should. The politician I spoke of was not alone in his fights, he had those who dwell in shadows to do the more dirty work, which is most odd for one of my people but all the same. And so she raised me, teaching me as much as she could about forests, traveling, archery, fire starting, hunting as well as how to skin and get proper resources needed from animals. She taught me as much as she could about the road before finally my fourteenth year came around, and a month after the day of my birth, and she turned her back on me as I was dragged to the border of the forest. And when we got there they gave me a bow and a quiver of arrows, a knife, supplies, and whatever else that could get me to the next town. I did not set out.

No, I was confused. Why did my mother abandon me? I asked that question at least a thousand times in the two days I sat outside of the forest of Qualinesti, wondering why. Until finally I grew a hatred for the Elves now, as well as my mother. They had all turned their backs on me. And so now I left, and I roamed the lands around Hill Home, New Port, Solace, Good Bay, and many other towns within the area. Six years, I was now twenty. I had acquired a few things, an old longsword as well I had acquired. Though I had returned from a trip from the Solamnic lands I had stopped in the mountainous areas near Good Bay actually. Well, anyhow. I made a campfire up in a secluded underpass as I looked down to the road I spotted many things moving along, one armored man on the road, I thought it might be a Solamnic knight, the others they were small, very much so. Though they were sneaking along the sides of the road up onto the man, goblins. I quickly grabbed my bow and arrow and notched one, letting loose an arrow, downing a single goblin which raised the alarm for the man, allowing him to draw blade. It was the best swordsmanship I had seen as in a quick moment the heavily armored soldier had blade in hand as the goblins rushed him but he quickly tore through them all in a couple moments. I approached him with an arrow knocked but the bow lowered as I hailed him. He thanked me for finding a way to let him know he had company on his trail. I asked his name and he had given it, Davion. I gave him mine and we grew a companionship of sorts. More of a partnership though one could have called us friends but there was always a bitterness between us.

He invited me to join him on the way to join the mercenary companies and I agreed after some convincing, especially with the thought that this man would teach me how to use a blade. And so he did but he told me that a greatsword would fit my preferences better, and so now you know the reason I use such. Though I found an act for the scimitar as well, at least two of them. My weapon preferences are a different story however. Though I believe this will end this letter my love, with my training as well as my profession found eight years ago. Oh and in a month it would have been nine years ago, just giving you a heads up.

With love more eternal than the Phoenix's flame,
Valandil Ancalime

MyOwnDestiny · Subject: Re: Letters of a Risen Heart Sat Aug 15, 2009 2:33 pm

Alex's eyes twinkled with excitement as she spied the newest note, then her features darkened as she realized what must be inside. Slowly she gathered the paper and made her way over to the fireplace, snuggling in his chair with the blanket she had recently woven him. Gently she unfolded the creases and began to read. Her brow furrowed as she scanned over the words, drinking in the script as if it were her lifeline to him. Sorrow crept up and snagged her heart, but at the same there was a sense of pride. A pride born of having been blessed to know such a wonderful man. A man that had risen above so many trials in his short life. How is it that his mother sent him away. She stares into the flames thinking on this. There must be a reason I cannot see yet, for I cannot imagine ever sending my child out into the world alone, especially knowing what they would face having two seperate heritages. Each prejudiced and stubborn in their own ways. It is amazing to me how some of the world can be so accepting, while the rest would rather die fighting for their ignorant beliefs. I sincerely do hope to meet her one day, this elven woman that has also been through much. But I would like to know from her, what she would think if one day she had grandchildren and I or Valan sent them away.

Her thoughts mingle and swirl in her mind for a long while after. She tucked the note into a pouch on her belt and promised to put it with the other. Perhaps one day their children would read these and get to know a bit more of their father.

ooc//this post was in response to the second, will post another on the third in a minute here Wink

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A'ryndil Astia'mar ~ Archmagus of the Veiled Maiden

Alexy Reynn ~ Cleric of the Fisher King

Shylana Ishtareel ~ Faithful of Her Dark Majesty

Byrd Song ~ The blind voice of Nature

MyOwnDestiny · Subject: Re: Letters of a Risen Heart Sat Aug 15, 2009 2:47 pm

Hoping to learn more on the reasons behind his mothers actions , Alex tore into the letter only to end up with more questions. Silently she debated going to Qualinost now that things were seeming to be more open there. Surely a cleric of healing and defensive powers would be allowed within if peaceful. With a sigh she continued to read and found herself picturing him as a young man training with his bow and all the subsequent weapons to follow. Who is this Davion? And where is he? My love come home to me so that I can ask you these things. My arms ache to hold you even as my heart beats at the thought of you striding through the door to gaze upon me. With a soft smile she set the note aside and moved to finish cooking. She was learning more about the use of their kitchen tools while he was away, in hopes to prepare him a wonderul birthday meal. She wipes the sweat from her brow put there by the heat from the flame beneath the large pot and continued to stir as she became lost in her thoughts. After a few moments she came to again and realized with a start that the fire was blazing nearly falling out of the pit and the food was burned. Again. Slamming down the large spoon in frustration she grabbed the pitcher of water and tossed it onto the fire to douse it. Leaving the smoke and steam behind, she stomped off to their room and lay down on the bed wishing he were home with her.

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Alexy Reynn ~ Cleric of the Fisher King

Shylana Ishtareel ~ Faithful of Her Dark Majesty

Byrd Song ~ The blind voice of Nature

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To the woman biting her lip off back home,

Undoubtedly by now you are preparing something for my birthday, I can already guess that, but I wont pry in to that. The real reason as you know is to continue my story for you sweetie. I believe I had ended with telling you about Davion. Well I'll start off by telling you about him.

He was my mentor in swordsmanship. He was a good man I found, a little prejudiced, but I can not blame him in these days, nor did I blame him ever. I just pray he is still alive and well, and in his former path of righteousness as he was. He had wanted to be a Solamnic Knight once upon a time. Though his family had fallen into dishonor and so he decided to join the mercenary companies, to try and regain some measure of honor in fighting for good causes. Though once we were in we were kept to a short leash, they didn't want anyone leaving the company. Though with Davion and I they could hardly stop us. Anyways. He was a very well built man, short, dark hair. He was rather quiet when not fighting, but during a fight all you heard was a few clangs of steel and then quiet ensued. He grew in to depression but allow me to continue from where I left off now.

Davion Kelter, a rough six years my elder. Human. We had joined together based upon each others skills and had joined the mercenary companies together. To earn some steel, and for the excitement, as well as to learn from each other and the others within it. He had begun training me in the use of a blade, though I knew how to use it, I wasn't skilled in it at the time. I learned quickly, and he decided I should use a great sword instead. He said that it fit my style better, which in the end it did. Not the usual thick bladed, rough edged ones that you try to destroy your enemy with, no those aren't the ones I speak of. I speak of the thin bladed, lighter versions from which more finesse is taken into account. The exceedingly sharp ones. I grew very good with the blade that I was finally able to stand toe to toe with him.

We were hired to many times deal with bandit threats, goblin threats and other such things. Yes I know this is a drastic change in topic, but this is continuing the story of the companies now. We were hired to fight and ward off threats such as these for townships and such. So we did, but the morale was dwindling because of conditions, we were always traveling, we were fighting minuscule threats and it wasn't heroic enough to the companies, but I found simply helping those people was heroic enough. The commander then halted our marches, and made camp in a camp near Caergoth. We asked the knights there if we could hold tournament for the sake of fun and such. They allowed it and we continued as planned, setting up jousting lines, dueling circles and other things. I signed up for the archery tournament and the sword on sword fighting. There was nobody in the companies that was skilled with a bow as I was, none of them were elves or even matched an elf in that field, so I easily took the winning position in that field. The fun part was the sword fighting. Davion and I were placed on completely different divisions in that tournament which lasted all day and in fact I had to hop back and forth between the two. Archery and blade. Though the tournament lasted three days. On the second day I won in archery. The third day ended the jousting and the blades. As well as spear and shield tournaments, and other weaponry. Davion and I quickly rose to the tops of our brackets. Our commander as well. It as a tiring experience but all in all a great time, I learned quiet a bit from the tournament. Then finally the last two fights, my first one was against our commander. He was a noble man for the most part, he just had an extremely bad sense of jealousy about him. In a few moments I had him submitting to me. Meaning I beat him. So he stomped off. Yes I know I have told you of this already love but I will tell it again anyways. Davion was my next fight, this was the final fight of the tournament. This is where all my training would have shown. The fight lasted what seem to be an hour. Steel on steel heard time and time again as we battered away at each others blades. Davion got the best of me however. And I submitted to him. He was my only loss since.

Anyhow, continuing the story now would mean I would need another parchment. So.

Still yet my heart aches under your love,
Valandil Ancalime

MyOwnDestiny · Subject: Re: Letters of a Risen Heart Sat Aug 15, 2009 9:57 pm

Having once again attacked the kitchen there was flour dust everywhere, pots, pans, and bowls galour. Flour even on Alex. In her hair, on her face and hand prints on her dress. She was kneading dough as she read this one and smiled as she pictured him fighting. She had seen him in battle several times and it brought to mind their very first meeting. Her smile widened. It seemed so long ago, she was so young and ignorant. And it hadn't even been a year yet. Going back to the reading after shoving the dough into the brick oven, she sat and waited as her eyes traveled the paper. He must be reading my mind she thought as he answered nearly every question she had. With a short laugh she again got up to check on her work. It seemed to be coming along nicely. Dusting off her hands she moved to pick out a few bright yellow lemons from the bowl on the table and decided to make some lemonade for herself. As she was squeezing the lemons her thoughts again went to her love and all of the adventures he has had and is still having. With a sigh she finished what she was doing , checked on the oven again, and strolled outside to sit on the beach behind the house with her glass. Pondering how she had gotten to where she is now. It was a bittersweet irony how things had turned out. Grateful for everything and everyone in her life but still somehow wanting more. I started off being stuck at home cooking and cleaning.. is that how I am going to end up? I know he is not demanding this of me, but I dont want to leave in case he should return. I swore I would always be here when he came home. Was I being unrealistic. I have neglected my duties for the keep. I promised Azura to do some patrols and I admit I have only done a few. Getting up to go back inside she forgot the glass stuck in the sand. Going into the kitchen she was pleasantly surprised by the aroma from the oven. Leaning down to peer inside it seemed to be ready. Grabbing a towel she grabbed it and slid it out, setting it on the table. After a split second of pride looking at the golden crust... it caved in on itself. Throwing the towel on top of it in anger at herself and the blasted kitchen, she put out the embers on the stove and strode to her room to begin pulling her armor out of its chest. After taking the time to buckle all the straps she stopped by the front door grabbing her twins blades from the rack and slammed the door on her way out. Headed toward the keep and the hills to the south of there. I am going to do my job and let out some frustrations. Do something useful for a change. Into the open area she stomped ready for battle as her eyes scanned the horizon.

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A'ryndil Astia'mar ~ Archmagus of the Veiled Maiden

Alexy Reynn ~ Cleric of the Fisher King

Shylana Ishtareel ~ Faithful of Her Dark Majesty

Byrd Song ~ The blind voice of Nature

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My dearest Alexy,

I had left off with saying Davion defeated me yes? Well anyhow, I just want to let you know I'm personally delivering these letters. I know that is likely to annoy you. Yes I am the one slipping them under the doorway. But that is also to let you know I am still with you my dearest, and I am watching.

Anyhow, to the story. With my victory over our commander he grew in a jealous fit. He had waited a week to demote me. Putting it under the guise of poor attitude, lack of discipline and other such nonsense. He threw me to cleaning up in the armory. Cleaning and sharpening the others armor and weapons. Of course I hadn't done any of it as I knew why he did it. Davion knew why as well and we decided to desert from that band of mercenaries. We decided to go out on our own. I worked the roads, Davion worked on getting the job and was always the face of the group. I stuck to the shadows and made sure everything went along with plan properly. Making sure those that try to stay hidden were soon brought into light by blade or otherwise. One such job we were to defend a caravan road that was consistently being raided by goblins and a certain ogre. So Davion and I set out with the next caravan, protecting it. I stuck off the road, scouting ahead while they followed up. The goblins and the ogre had setup their ambush as usual. Though I had crept up behind them and quickly took out the ogre with a couple well placed arrows as well as then charging the back of their ambush while the rest were disoriented and confused. Was a simple job but it helps explain the roles. Davion was in the lead of the Caravan protecting it from the main part of the ambush. He played front line while I played behind the curtain.

This was a shorter of my letters sweetie. I must be off now as I am hearing stirring nearby, but I assure you if you receive this letter, that means I am quite safe.

With love until the pendulum of time no longer swings,
Valandil Ancalime

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My dearest Alexy,

I know there has been some time in between letters and I apologize. I was having trouble remembering where I left off but I believe I know, so to continue then.

Throughout Davion and My jobs, we had succeeded for the most part every time. Once a larger band of goblins had made off with some of the supplies in the caravan we were protecting. And I will tell you more of this one, as it was not that long ago before I arrived in Zaradene for the first time. After we dispatched the remaining goblins attacking the caravan I set off tracking the escapee's. They had left such a trail any man could have followed them, and so we did. Though as we were enclosing on them we heard a loud roar, that of a bear. I had come upon a cave with Davion following me up a little ways. I had run on ahead to ensure they wouldn't hear him clanking behind me and if they did so they wouldn't think we were that close. Anyhow, as I entered I found the goblins dead, a couple crates smashed, which was disappointing but I had warily approached the bear. This was the first time anything like this had happened, and I was able to somehow communicate with her. I believe the Phoenix had gifted me that day. And so the bear introduced herself as Melanne. From there her and I became great friends, though Davion thought I was out of my mind.

Melanne, well she is a brown bear, a mother now, grumpy and protective. Which a grumpy bear is a bear, is the worst bear to cross. Her cubs and I seem to be the only things making her happy these days. I think I might be in trouble however if a group of Melanne's appear at my feet...

Now, please don't chew your bottom lip off love.

Eternally yours,
Valandil Ancalime

MyOwnDestiny · Subject: Re: Letters of a Risen Heart Sun Aug 23, 2009 4:57 pm

Fondly she folds the parchment with a smile and tucks it into her purse. Walking along the beach in her comfy clothes, she thinks of her love, of the time they met and when he told her of Melanne. It seemed so long ago yet it was all still so new. Melanne and her babies. Alex blushes some imagining their future children. With a soft sigh and a continuous smile on her lips she sits with her toes in the water. "I am not ready for a family yet. I am enjoying my time with him too much right now. What little time we have. It would not be fair to any of us if I were to let that happen." She lays back closing her eyes and lifts her hands above her head and giggles some as a wave comes up and washes the sand out from beneath her. Sinking into the earth around her she sighs contentedly looking to the sky once more dreaming of her love and all that the future will hold. Her one day husband. Her valiant hero.

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A'ryndil Astia'mar ~ Archmagus of the Veiled Maiden

Alexy Reynn ~ Cleric of the Fisher King

Shylana Ishtareel ~ Faithful of Her Dark Majesty

Byrd Song ~ The blind voice of Nature

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My dearest puffy haired love,

I'll give you a moment to glare at this note for writing that introduction. Alright, is it passed? Good.

I had left off with the discovery of Melanne, well, about this time we were becoming close friends. While Davion and I drifted apart more and more. About a year passed until Davion finally took his leave, seeing I no longer really cared for the work we had and that he would be better off now on his own, I was feeling much the same way. We parted. I do hope that he is well and alive somewhere. Now, I will begin a different trail of my life, a time between certain areas of my life that I had left out. I will begin with the first time, just after we left the Mercenary Company I had traveled to the Qualinesti borderlands. I had tried to confront the guards there head on, they had rejected me, due to their orders and not forgetting me. They turned me away, but they gave me supplies, supplies enough to journey to one of the surrounding towns safely to acquire more. Though I was not willing to give up that quickly, I had returned with more supplies, made a camp and decided to try and sneak my way in. This time it ended in a slight confrontation but no love, nobody was hurt. I do not feel like getting into much detail of these little happenings and just leave it at it was not very friendly as I was trying to sneak in below the borderland guards eyes. They ordered me not to return, at the arrow tip, I did not wish to fight the Qualinesti Elves, they were just doing their jobs, and were good men. Needless to say I had gone back numerous times. Though I will tell you more of the later visits in my next letter.

I will leave it off saying Melanne was by my side the whole time, she was a little adventurer herself at that time.

With love that continually burns,
Valandil Ancalime

MyOwnDestiny · Subject: Re: Letters of a Risen Heart Tue Sep 01, 2009 4:52 am

Unfolding the creases Alex gazes upon his now familiar writing. At the address her mouth gapes open but she then smiles brightly and laughs shaking her head. She looks up suddenly realizing that she is sitting on the front stoop and passerby's can hear her. She blushes some and returns to the letter. She sighs a little reading of his rejection feeling sad for the young man being turned away time and again. But once again she smiles because she knows that even now he may be walking among his people. Coming to the end of it her heart fills with love at his ever increasing tenderness in the closing. As usual she refolds it careful to follow the same creases he put there and tucks it into her pouch to put away later. She sighs happily and stands walking to the back of the house to check on the little herb garden she has recently planted there. No long complacent at being stuck in their home, she works diligently to care for her plants. Having had several adventures of late and of a dire nature she very much enjoys coming home to take care of their little stead in hopes that she will spot him trying to sneak about. As she works her thoughts turn to his mother and their upcoming nuptials. She drifts to images of dresses and jewelry, wondering what would be proper. She only owns one dress and it is her clerical robes. Not exactly the most lovely of garments for a ceremony. Not nearly good enough to wear when she becomes his forever. She sighs and wipes her hands on her pants going into the house to check on the cake she is attempting. This being the third try it should turn out alright.

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A'ryndil Astia'mar ~ Archmagus of the Veiled Maiden

Alexy Reynn ~ Cleric of the Fisher King

Shylana Ishtareel ~ Faithful of Her Dark Majesty

Byrd Song ~ The blind voice of Nature

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To the lovely lady that this may concern,

There was a time of hardships, but it has passed, and I shall tell you more of it. It was a time where I felt nobody was with me. It was a time where I believed nobody guided me and nobody cared for me. It was a time where I was all alone.

And so I sat on the road, crying. I cried to the Gods. I cried for clarity, why? Why I asked again. I cried that I was alone, I cursed the Gods. Though I soon lamented the fact I had, I regretted it. I saw my troubles were not nearly as bad as some, and I pleaded to the Gods.

I, all alone, beweep my outcast state, and trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, though cries were answered in deafening reply, though I find now that I was the one who was deaf.

I find I was not alone, I find my outcast state from the Elves was not so outcast at all, I just had to wait. Though my impatience drove me away after one last attempt, a half year later. This is about a year before we met my dearest Alexy. Though I am likely getting my time table mixed up as I no longer can really remember how long ago each happening was, I just know the happening.

And so I entered the magnificent forest, beholding its beauty for only a moment as I focused on the task ahead. This time I had planned my way through more thoroughly, and I even managed to enter Qualinost in secrecy. I had made it through, shadows as my allies. The scenery as my ally to block the vision that was me as I slipped between the homes of the Elves to find my mothers. Recalling what I knew of the city, I found it, and as I peered through the window I saw her crying into a blanket, and I doubted my fears of her, and her reasoning. For she sobbed into the blanket she had woven for me while I was still a child. Though it was short lived as I was spotted by the rangers of Qualinost, and dragged to the borders to be sent on my way once more. Though it was more violent this time as we got to the border they tried to make sure I did not try again by attacking me with fists, and it was a mistake after throwing me down to attempt it as I broke the nose of the first, and went on my way.

The last thing I want to speak of is that during these ventures into Qualinost, I sent Melanne on her way. And so she went on her way, and in that time she had met another bear, and she found her mate during one of these periods, though it was not till I had met you that she finally accepted him, she was like me. Not wanting to give up the thrills of adventure.

As my heart melts under your love,
Valandil Ancalime

MyOwnDestiny · Subject: Re: Letters of a Risen Heart Fri Sep 04, 2009 12:52 am

Hopelessly lonesome she lies on the bed reading and rereading his note. She smiles and frowns and sighs closing her eyes. Missing his touch, his voice, his eyes, his lips. Everything about this brooding man called out to her the day they met and only got stronger every time she saw him. Now he would soon be hers forever more and she ached to have him in her arms. A tear trickles down to get lost in her hair. The hair he always comments on but she knows secretly loves. Rolling to her side she tucks the note under his pillow keeping her hand on it to feel him close somehow and cries her lonely heart to sleep.

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A'ryndil Astia'mar ~ Archmagus of the Veiled Maiden

Alexy Reynn ~ Cleric of the Fisher King

Shylana Ishtareel ~ Faithful of Her Dark Majesty

Byrd Song ~ The blind voice of Nature