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Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin
« Topic Start: June 05, 2019, 09:20:53 PM »



The parchment is fresh. Newly bought yet crumpled and smoothed over again.
 

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Arbiter,

Godric,

My mother was a Huntress. All needed saving from her. A Lady of Blades, all around her death crept into the shadows she cast. Why would any gods feel the need to save her? She prayed to no gods other than the steel in her hands. I know I am borne from a slayer of man. That and a father who wore crowns as easily as he wore masks.

I've heard the stories of my parents. The Xerarch herself shared them with me. She would not leave anything out. She prepared me for this life when my mother died and my father abandoned me. Why would you want to meet me? The lives and deaths of my parents not enough for you? Your gods require more ''Great Blood''?

Explain yourself! Why peddle divination and mysteries at me. If you know anything Scholar, tell me! Tell me or go back to your dusty books!


There is a fat line scratched into the parchment. A rash and sudden addition to the writing if you'd label it such. Strangely enough, the letter was not finished yet it was send still.