A Gathering of Lambs

[__Hergh 785]

 

Many pigeons were sent forth, a missive carried with their taloned grasp. Addressed to those of Acal’Turrii lineage, close and distant. The parchment smelled of incense and the ink was smeared as if  droplets of moisture had landed upon the surface. 

 

A Gathering of Lambs

 

8th of the Deep Cold

Year 281 of the Second Age

 

We will meet in ten saint’s days, in Caras Siol, the capital of Caurost.

 

A gathering has been long overdue, the head of house requests that all who bear the name Acal’Turrii or share our blood make their face known. Let not another pass while estranged from kin.

 

As I do not know all of your names, I will call for only a few. Though the others are still welcome, mixed blood or pure.

 

All of the children and descendants of the deceased Aiyeis Acal’Turrii;

 

Luthia Acal’Turrii and her brood

Heleanna Acal’Turrii 

 

Vivian Vincrute and her youngling, Lys.

 

Metanoia, once ward of Mae’Ralin and honored kin. 

 

Mircalla and the Dralguna

 

This extends to the nameless bloodborn, and wards of my late brother, Mae’Ralin Acal’Turrii, seek me out in the home of our kin and kith. The capital city of Caurost, Caras Siol. 

 

This invitation excludes Midas Athri’onn Acal’Turrii, and the vile Elias Acal’Turrii, if they still draw breath. 

 

And for those without sanctuary, if you are of pure elven descent, you may seek out such warmth with your family. We will provide you with a place to stay, and food to fill your belly. 

 

Res’narn ito, anh nae’leh talonnii

Should the road turn perilous, trust your family

Signed,

Isilmelire Acal’Turrii

Shepherd & Head of House

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The Vincrute read the letter with diligence. A familiar name sent her into a trembling fit. Before tears could stain the parchment, Vivian steeled herself with melancholic fervor. 

 

She proceeded to copy the missive, then sent the copies off to her other children. All of them. 

 

Except Newt. 

[Gnomeh 470]

The once daughter festered over the missive, carrying the news to all whom she had seen fit to receive it, finally leaving the news with Isilmelire to print around to their kin.

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Another of the Acal'Turrii, lost to the world in mindless trance, stumbled upon the missive. A subtle guilt swept over the aging elfess, a hand raising to adjust her glasses in thought. Perhaps she will brave the trek there, perhaps she may not. Only time and resources may tell. But she wishes all the love she can give to those of her family.