To You Who Are Lost

[Olandyr 452]

To You Who Are Lost

 

 

[!] About the land of Almaris are scattered papers, penned with a thick, settled ink.

 

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It is  found, scripture of what is yet to be.

 

The rain is settled, the scabs upon our streets gone, the ill of mind with it. It’s with compassion that I extend to you, O men of GOD and beings alike, a chance anew, so we might abade these final moments, if only for a little longer. The tapestry is begun once more, the silk with which it is spun is thick and lavish, fresh from the hands of those who have suffered, so let there be no more. 
 

Salvation is what I offer you, the learned of Almaris. The first of the signs, a drenching madness, has fallen upon us, what is to cleanse us now?

I seek to, with you, the wise, stave off tragedy for as long as Fate will allow.

 

Read these words and write to me, you of hope and piety. We will weave anew.

I may be found in Celia’nor, or by ‘bird’ should such suit you.

-A Relict

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[satinkira 5798]

Marellon's grip tightens on the missive, looking out into the war torn lands of Elysium with a somewhat defeated look about him.

Mayhaps it was never connected to the Svarling mythos..