𝗚𝗵𝗼𝘀𝘁𝘀, 𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹

[Smoketheknight 285]

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[A missive was scattered all over Azuras, this paper could not be found in crowded areas nor main roads, but it was distributed across somber destinations, abandoned ruins. Places where the hand of the mortal usually does not reach. Strangely enough, some of these were found humid and stained, as if they were dipped in water and then put to dry.]

 

✧༝┉˚*❋ ❋*˚┉༝✧

 

I know you, know you more than you know yourself, for I have met with your ceaseless struggle, you wander alone, dragging your ectoplasm towards what once brought you happiness: Your old house, the tavern you used to spend time in, that old oak tree where you delivered your first kiss. . . You seek them, seek those moments back, but when you return to them, what it is you find? Desolation, silence, nothing remains, nothing is perpetual, yet you, you still exist, trapped at this state, a place in time that is not there, and the world simply, goes on, without care. Thus, you cannot touch, you cannot feel, you reduce yourself to a mere spectator of things, for there is nothing for you to alter, your moment has already gone.

 

Or so, you think.

 

Raise up your heads, those persecuted by their still, numb eternal lives, oh, wandering souls in oblivion. This is not a dead end, but another chapter of your sailing into the world of the living. Remember these words, the next time you find yourself wandering endlessly, for I, The Murktitan, offers you his most sincere support. Please, reach out to me, either if you seek help, or if what you only need, is a person that listens.

 

End your solitude, phantom, I am by your side, for you are important to me, wherever you are.

 

 

The Multifaceted*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

 

 

(A small watercolor painting was added beneath, the portrait of a blackened, humanoid figure standing tall over a grass field)

 

✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲

 

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Looking for ghost players that wants to meet my Pale Knight and have cool rp with! Send me a letter irp. You can also dm me if you interested (Discord: smokethedeadmage)

[Arianthe22 242]

It was in one of her visits to one such somber spot that Mezii picked up one such missive and though breath still filled her lungs, the barrowborn felt the longing permiating the stained missive "Oh Ultsta-" She choked, darkspeech still bringing pins and needles to her tongue and a burning discomfort down her throat. This was not a missive meant for her and so she laid it back to where she found it, with care, so that the paper laid there as if it had never been touched at all and went on her way.

[Ardory 2978]

A Barrowlord simply lets out a long sigh, dark-azure ectoplasmic mist puffing out in a gust. In his corporeal hand is the VERY public notice of looking for ghosts.

 

“What a shame.” The specter echoes, a voice soft yet cold. They run a finger across the dry-rotting table in thought.

 

“The mantle of the living is upon you, Murktitan. What follows is your burden.” the Barrowlord places the latter down to note on a later date.

 

”Sink or swim.”

 

[SpicyBats0 97]

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Who knows, one spirit who recently made her way home may see this missive, should she return for last good byes.

 

[Lothar 52]

Lothar stands in the courtyard of the broken city, scratching his head. "On earth is this?" He wonders before shrugging and heading on his way

 

[VerumLupus 13]

A somber soul fiinds this note in ruins he frequents often.. Filled with mixed emotions.. Anger.. Frustration.. Grief... That very soul would simply lower his head and grimace beneathe a helmet..

"Not a chance... I won't go back..."


the missive is put back upon the wall