Letters

[Lovely]

((The following are several letters that Lovely will write today to several people. I'll put each letter in a separate post so it doesn't get too confusing. Open RP, so feel free to write a letter or reply. All IC, of course)).

[Daala]

((Hope I get one!))

[Lovely]

Omega Kurohane Mistveil,

After meeting you last night in Stormwind, I couldn't help but think of you. You and I have a twisted relationship, and the latter part of it has been full of hate and anger. As of yesterday, I had wanted to strike you down....But then when it came time to confront you I felt myself unable to even think of such an act.

When it all boils down to it, I still think well of you. I still think well of all the Swordwaltzers. My time among you was one of the greatest memories this tainted mind has. Even Xelthan, who just two days ago made me cry with his words, still counts to me as family.

So call me the Black sheep....Or whatever you wish. Hate me if you will. I cannot change who I am. But I tell you this. Regardless of our past or our present, I would still gladly take a blade for any of you. I still love you all.

As for the incident with the troll....There is no way for me to know who struck first. I wasn't there. In the long run, I suppose it doesn't matter....We can't change the past.

I just ask this of you.....Take care of Barke. Keep him happy, and give him the family you tried to give me.

Yours,

Lovely

[Lovely]

((Hope I get one!))

((Wow! Long time no see! *hugs*))

[Daala]

((Wow! Long time no see! *hugs*))((*hugs* You too! I was just about to PM you! Assuming this thread isn't about you leaving, expect a letter soon, from the usual channel!))

[Lovely]

My Mistress,

Much has happened this past week. I'm sure you are aware of the curse which has befallen me, and are working dilligently to cure me. I trust in your alchemical skills to give me the ability to feel pleasure once again....I have gone mad without it....For a short while, I attempted to combine the pleasure and the pain, and can still do it from time to time, but the agony is so great that its best for me to become unfeeling, and that is a fate worse than death for me. Conidivh has won, even in death.

As for Lupa, I am sure by now you've heard the news of her death. I was told yesterday by Barke. I wasn't there, but Barke has told me that Lupa attacked the Swordwaltzers, and they defended themselves. To me, this seems very unlike Lupa, and I find it hard to believe, but I grow weary of hate, and so for now I will trust in Barke.

My only fear is that Barke may be lying to himself, to keep himself from losing his new family....He may even think as I do, but is unable to focus himself to see things....

I don't know. I'm much too confused to be sticking my nose into this....

Clys, I am alone. I have never felt this isolated in my life. I cannot know anyone's touch, and with Lupa dead, and Barke greiving.....I am dying of loneliness. You know me better than anyone, mistress....You know this pain I go through....You know my thoughts, and my soul. Please contact me soon.

Yours eternally,

Lovely of Lakeshire

[Lovely]

Galidon,

I thank you for the gift. Unfortunately, due to the curse I am under, I've only been able to use it once. I'm still not sure why you gave it to me, but I am glad that you've been so nice to me lately, and I appreciate all the efforts you've made to make this tainted creature feel more human.

I owe you a drink....

Lovely of Lakeshire.

[Lovely]

Lady Daala,

It has been so long since we've spoken in writing...I miss our letters, and so today I am breaking that silence. Much has changed since you and I shared intimacy on the beach at Steamwheedle Port. I can tell you right now the changes have not been good.

Before I go any further let me tell you that I enjoy your company. Your mind is a beautiful thing, and your touch makes me feel wonderful. I cannot feel this anymore, however, as I am cursed by an unidentified poison that defies description, and defies cure. This affliction attacks me when I become aroused, and as you know, I am almost always aroused....I still have the demon of lust inside me, as it IS me. Therefore, I am in constant pain, and only by turning off all emotions and making myself blind to feeling can I feel normal for more than five minutes.

I don't know if I will ever see you again, and I don't know how much longer I can live with this curse if a cure is not found. I just wanted to let you know that I still think of you sometimes, and I'll never forget you.

Yours,

Lovely of Lakeshire.

[Lovely]

Xeran of the Steel Brotherhood,

I am writing this letter to you because I miss you, and I wanted to make some things clear to you. You are the first man I ever thought I might love, and although we have grown apart, I still have a place in my heart for you.

I have undergone many changes, not all of which are pleasant. Sometimes, when I wish for my pain to end, I think of the fun times that you and I had together, in Desolace, and in Elwynn with Miramune.

You are one man who has never changed...Never been taken by madness, and you are a rock of strength to all those who know you. While some of us fall short, you are the holy warrior who makes those calling themselves paladins proud.

I just wanted you to know that.

Be safe, Xeran, and may the light guide your path.

Yours,

Lovely

[Daala]

((OOC note to the Horde - This letter is being written in accordance with security procedures that Daala set forth, and the odds of other Hordies finding out are next to nil. I won't ask you all to take my word for it, of course; please PM me if you are interested in finding the letter, and I'll outline all of my defensive measures for you. Thanks!))

Vivacious Lovely,

Our long-standing silence has been not the product of neglect, but of absence. I myself have vanished from the public light for the past few months. Something is reeling; you understand I am a diabolist, and I may sense the scent of the fel. Traditionally, this sense has been just that, a cursory awareness. Now, I feel engorged, pregnant with feeling. My hermitism stemmed from an investigation of that feeling, as well as a need to cloister myself with my daughter, with whom I have had little enough opportunity to be near.

I enjoy your company all the same, for reasons which you know well. Afflictions are my forte; however, my training has stalled until the past few days. I hold no illusions; I'm outclassed. Nevertheless, I'm performing at my utmost to close the gap. Perhaps then, I'll be able to help. Perhaps not, but I won't let this go without exerted efforts. I might be able to numb your sensation for longer periods than you can presently achieve. I shall look in to this.

You shall most certainly see me again, because I will not forgive you for any other course. I also think of you, more often than you'd think, I'm sure. If you should be driven to demise, please, tell me. Would you desire, or at the least be open to the concept of resurrection into the fold of my own bretheren? It's really not so bad, if it's done right...we can do everything but conceive and bear children, though I must confess that I've more or less found a way around that. In any case, I should think that your affliction should be purged in this transition. A clean slate; that is what my lot promises.

I await your reception of this letter with bated breath, naturally.

In the name of the light of other days, I hope for the future.

-Daala.

[Lovely]

Aemena,

I trust you are surprised by this letter. I know I am surprised to be writing it, after what transpired between your master and I. But it must be done.

After speaking with you the other day, I found myself asking a question. "Why? Why does this girl who I've hardly met hate me so much?"

I struggled to answer this question, and then it dawned on me that I had already answered it.

You don't know me.

You have only known what you have seen or heard from Conidivh, or those who have considered themselves my enemies.

Yes, I know you have files on me with all my information....I know you have seen me tortured, and have been happy at knowing I have been destroyed....But you still don't know me. Files cannot tell you how I feel.

As of late, I find myself struggling to maintain my grip on sanity, because of the affliction within me...The pain I know Conidivh gave to me before I killed him. I struggle to strive to be a good person, and to help others, regardless of the cost...regardless of faction....Regardless of what others think.

It is this way of thinking that started the chain of events to bring us where we are now. It is also my fault, and mine alone.

I am the one who went to Clys so long ago to try and help her gain back her life. Even after the violation and torture, I would still do it for her again.

I am the one who stood silent as Clys stole children and killed them for her experiments. While I regret this, and don't agree with Clys, I cannot say that I wouldn't do it again. She has that much power over me.

I am the one who slew your master. After all the games he played with me....Attempting to get me to spy on people and murder people for his own schemes, and then punishing me...torturing me....Why would I ever let him live? Deathwing or no, I killed him out of sheer spite. I would gladly do it again.

Now you know me a little better. I trust you already have a grand scheme to bring me down...to make me pay for the events your boss started. Before your plans go into action, I will warn you that you will die a horrible death if any of my loved ones are harmed. Or, if you like, you can give up the act and we can meet and discuss this without the hatred and the pettiness. I, for one, would not be totally against sitting with you and discussing plans. I have no love for factions. I only want happiness. Conidivh's mistake was trying to use fear....Had he wanted to bring about happiness, and do things for the better good of all, I would have gladly became his thrall.

Aemena, I know who you serve. Do not let yourself be destroyed by this evil as your master was. Even after all that has happened, I am still willing to forgive and to be your friend.

Lovely of Lakeshire.

[Lovely]

Aelendil,

I have spoken with Lowannis of the Ironforge Regiment, and he has informed me that you are alive. I had thought you dead for so long, and now a miracle has happened.

Lowannis told me that you had changed...That you were different than the man I once knew and wanted to love. I don't care. I just have a few things I want to talk with you about, regardless of your feelings on the subject.

Ael, I never got to say things that I should have. I never got to tell you how I felt about you. I thought I was in love with you....Now I understand it was only physical, and while we never were able to make love, that is all I was interested in. I was selfish, and for that I am truly sorry. If I ever let you think it was anything other than physical, I now apologize for that. I am a creature of lust.

Still, even with self realization, I missed you. I missed our trips to Feralas, and the way you would say things at the right time....Your sheer power in battle. Things will never be as good as they were when the Greyward was new.

I don't know where you've been, or what you've been going through, but I want you to know I am here if you ever want to share some words. I've been through enough that I may be able to understand if anything bad has happened, and I am always willing to help you.

Yours,

Lovely

[Tillna]

((nothign for your favorite druid?))

[clys]

A short scrawled note, with a few bloodstained fingerprints on it and no signature , arrives by goblin messenger:

Gotcha covered, here. You'll need to come to the lab.

[Amaena]

Lovely,

I trust this letter finds you in good health. I would be sorrowful to find otherwise.

Normally, I would not even deign your missive with a response. However, I find so many glaring mistakes in it that I am forced to clear the air. This is perhaps something my boss would not have done, but I don't work exactly like my boss, do I?

One, I do not need to know you better. I know you well enough. While my boss was dealing with matters elsewhere, I was charged with watching your every movement. That's right. Every one of them. I have plenty of reasons to dislike you, as you have disgusted me to my very core. The way you use people to meet your own needs and toss them aside is revolting. How many men have you declared your undying devotion to, only to toss them aside once a new slice of man walks by? Or woman, for that matter. How many hearts do you intend to break in your self-serving quest for "happiness"?

And two, threatening me does precious little good. As with my boss, slaying me will do nothing in the grand scheme of things. Though, you need not worry about any all-encompassing plots against you. In fact, you are farthest from my mind. Your usefulness has been spent up. I'm leaving you as the husk my boss deemed fit to leave you.

Do you know why I am content with this? Because I know that this punishment was swift and precise. However, the finality of it was not levied on you by him...oh no, dearest Lovely, my precious corrupted paladin. Your hand is to blame for that. With the death of Conidivh, and the subsequent destruction of his body, there is no hope of you for a cure.

Let me put that simply. You. Are. Through. The blood that flowed through my boss's veins held the only key to your salvation, and you spilled it carelessly on the stones of that dark basement. You might find temporary relief in the arms of another brazen alchemist, but there is simply no solid cure. The pain may subside...for a time...and then return to remind you of your indiscretions.

I could take the letter you've given me to the proper authorities. I will not, however. The stockades is unnecessary when the world is your prison.

Be well, Lovely.

-A

[Daala]

Lovely,

I have just emerged from a particularly sloppy sortie in the Forces, and now I would like to tackle your problem with the majority of my focus. If you would please detail every known aspect of the affliction, including but not limited to the nature of delivery, various symptoms, whether or not the poison was delivered by a sentient individual, and if so, whether it was delivered with that individual's dying breath, the duration of your infection, whether or not your divine abilities or diabolic predilections seem to respond to it...things of this nature, it would be a considerable boon.

Please don't do anything hasty, or earth-shattering.

-Daala.

Hasty scrawl is etched into the bottom portion of the note.

I would be greatly honored if you would meet my daughter, soon. The only other people I would completely trust with her are dead, lost, or already acquainted with her. I think you'd love her...and an old friend might be able to offer you solace. Please, respond soon.

[Kurohane]

Kurohane flipped through the stack of mail and packages she had retrived from her mailbox. Auctions gone well, auctions gone bad, correspondences from friends, the usual. She slipped a few letters into her bag to read later as she began making her way towards the gryphons, the clatter and bustle of Ironforge all around her. Another letter from Laushin, a quick note from Lyear - about his lobster stew, she was sure - a missive from her new contact... A letter addressed to "Ogema Kurohane Mistviel" in an all too familiar hand. Casually, she tossed the letter from Lovely, unopened, into one of the braiziers as she continued on her way, not bothering to look back as the flames devoured whatever new lies or accusations lay within.

(( Sorry Lovely~ <3 ))

[Fallacy]

To the silver-haired paladin,

You must excuse my fleeting memory of your name, but I'm sure you would recognize me if we saw each other. However, writing this in a moment of desperation, I feel that there is not another that I can trust this to, knowing you (through our short meetings) to be one of purer intentions than most. I have another letter attached to this one, sealed with wax to prevent curious eyes from viewing it. You may recognize the symbol, or not. It is to be sent to a person living in the Wetlands, not far from Menethil Harbor. She is under the name Absalom, and serves under one of the local, higher class members. Normally, I would have someone on hand to help me, but he is unwilling to cooperate with me on this task. It has risked me much just to place this within the Stormwind mail system. I know that this may seem awkward that someone of my status is asking for help, but, at this time, I have little options left to me, and it hinges on my mind that, without knowing your name, that this would even get delivered to you. Please, hear what I ask, and fulfill my request.

The Fallacy, Watcher of the Bronze Dragonflight.