Farewell for now.

[mmat 7460]

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The Nessvelt sky ran a dim shade of white as the snows threatened to ominously burst forth once more. As Ari’s silvery gaze panned down to the grass to either side of the makeshift path, her eyes flicked to the dying remnants of the last blizzard that faded into nothing in front of her, the hood of her light coat flowing slightly on her head. Maybe it had been three or four days since it had snowed last? The chilly weather looked fondly familiar to her birthplace at Nordwen, where the driving snows would come in the winter and the calm melt in the summer.

 

She smiled warmly at this memory as her mind curiously seemed to occupy her with trivial thoughts as she walked for the final leg of her journey. She almost forgot that she held the various scrolls in her hands as she inadvertently let it fall to the ground meekly in the breeze. Instantly, her heart skipped a beat and she picked them back up from the floor. In almost an instant as she rose, her eyes narrowed as a figure came into her vision. Yes, that with the man her brother had specified; she saw his lack of an eye. With the regular cordial greetings,  she introduced herself and he did the same. It was a brief interaction, but a pleasant one. She handed over the pieces of parchment and went on with her day, disappearing into the clear and sunlit winter countryside, through only after giving her faraway brother a smile that he would never see. As the solitary woman finally trotted out of sight, the one eyed man, Rhys, had cast his eyes down to the parchments and read the ones meant for him thoroughly. After finishing, he quickly set out to deliver the messages to all whom it would concern at the behest of his old friend. One, in particular concerning his sudden disappearance, was to be read to everyone who would see it.

 

 

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Greetings to all who would care to read this. And to those who do not, it might suit you well to stop reading now.

 

It may have surprised many of my companions to learn of my sudden and unsolicited departure from Vailor, if my departure was taken note of at all. I trust that I will return promptly once my task is complete, though not until then will I return. In truth, my task has come as a relief in these wartorn times. My father may have had the fortitude to tolerate such horrors for long periods of time, but I do not yet possess such virtue.

 

The war has exhausted me in body and mind and I require respite. However, the purpose of my journey is truly one of family. My younger sister resides in Aeldin with her extended family and I seek to bring her home where she can be with her sister, mother and brother. Those who should consider me a friend should only return my letters, and I shall endeavor to answer. I have taken my possessions entirely on the ship with me aside for the recovered Orenian Imperial Crown, which I have instructed a dear friend to have returned to His Imperial Majesty.

 

Farewell for now,

 

Oscar Lancefeld.

[Heff 2460]

Lucien III frowns, looking longingly at the skull of Hogarth the Heathen, which had been retrieved by the zealous Oscar. He mumbles to himself in prayer, "May God guide his path."

[Burkester 1247]

"Good riddance." says Josef

[CheekyNolan 5420]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.