Re: PBEM Game: Yarnspinners 2
For all our fans...Vanheim turn 21:
In which we read other people's mail.
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Dear Thumesteia,
I am so sorry to hear that your husband has left to fight in the war. My Anteirios is almost never home, either; he spends most of his time in Vanheim. But of course it is far worse for you, coming so close after your daughter's death.
You should know I think about her every day. I cannot express to you the grief I feel. It has hit all of us very hard, especially my own dear Pherios. He has still not recovered from the shock. Even now, he will not come home to me. He remains in the city, convinced that someday, somehow, she will return to him.
Please come to the estate and stay with us for the winter. It will do us both good. I think it will be a gloomy time for us, as the days grow short, and the nights long. Together, we can take comfort in our memories, and assure each other that these dark days will soon end.
Your friend,
Mistepeillia
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My dear Vethru,
We have had major breakthroughs in Project Excelsior. I would like to lock this Father Muszinger in a room with one of my creatures and have him explain his ridiculous proclamation to it. You must come see. And bring Quellian Ji. I have something for him as well.
If you can spare the evening, I have finally found a dwarf who understands that pasta need not always be served with tomato sauce.
And if you can spare the night, so much the better...
Yours,
T.
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To Belletennares of Alteion, Prophet of Vethru, General of the Armies of Vanheim
Cousin,
By now you have heard of Galameteia's death. You should also know that Pherios is not doing very well. He's been staying at my house, since he won't return to the castle. I'm hoping you can help me do something for him.
I found him, you know, on the day that Galameteia died. We haven't told many people, not even Vethru, but his breakdown came before he heard of her death, not after. I was walking home in a storm, when I found him in that courtyard two streets south of my house. He was soaked and shivering and babbling. I got him inside and warm and dry, but he still wasn't making any sense. Over and over, he said, "No joy. No joy."
When he woke the next day, he didn't remember much of it. He said he had some visions and got dizzy and after that, nothing was clear.
And then the news came about Galameteia. He fell apart again. From his ranting, I think he foresaw it. I think he knew that she was going to die, and the vision overwhelmed him.
Cousin, any advice you can give me would be helpful. He barely eats. He sleeps poorly. He won't go home to his mother, and he'll barely speak to his father. Your share his gift. Can you tell me what to do for him? What to say? He's a dear boy, and he has a long life in front of him. We can't let this hang over him.
Love,
Petema
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Anteirios,
Get your *** back to Vanheim! Did you notice the three wagons, forty-seven boxes, and six burly lads that came with this message? They're going to pack up your frelling personal library and bring it back with you. No more back and forth--you stay in the city. Understood?
And do you know anyone who can make sense of this damnable Marignonian politics? I can't make head or tail of these ecclesiastical writs, statements of canon, or whatever other logorrhea they're afflicted with. Start files on all the archbishops, if we haven't already. They aren't all working from the same playbook, and after that silly proclamation of theirs, we've got to figure out who is who.
We need to move on Pythium. Frankly, it'd be easier if they just invaded someone. Maybe we can set Marignon on them, paint them as death worshipers or something like that. Who knows, it might even be true.
Finally, when you get back to the city, could you encourage your son to come back to work? Yes, it was a tragedy, but it's been six weeks, and we're looking at a potential war. We need him now more than ever.
V.
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Lord Hallixene of Ketuzimion,
Sir, I beseech you, please: tell me anything you can about what happened to Galameteia. I know the mission was secret. But I serve Vanheim, too, and Vethru. I am faithful and loyal. I do not ask what you were doing, only what happened to Galameteia. By all that is holy, will you at least tell me why her body was not recovered? Why could we not bring her to the peaks for our final goodbyes?
I pledge to you that I ask no more than is decent and proper. I loved her; will you not give me the peace of mind of knowing how she was lost?
With respect,
Pherios of Alteion
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To Vethru, Prince of Air, Bestower of Good Gifts, Patron of the Rich, Patron of Herbalists, God of Vanheim,
My lord,
Your pardon, sire, for the intrusion, but I believe I have found something you are looking for. Recently I was contacted by a family friend who served with my father in the last war. It seems his granddaughter has begun describing events occurring in far-off lands of which she has no prior knowledge. Her name is Molleteiria, and she will be in the capital next week. If you would like to meet her, I will arrange it.
Your servant,
Neinos of Vanheim
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My dearest Sennei,
This war is wearying. Today I stand in the fields of Belmar, yes, that Belmar, conquered so long ago by Alteion, and once again ours. It is senseless--we fight, the enemy dies, as do some few of ours, while others flee in fear as months of war take their toll on their psyches. And had Belmar merely remembered its place, remembered that it belonged to Vanheim once and therefore always would, all these men, on both sides, may have lived to tend their fields in peace.
But these are not happy years. I hope you will look in on Pherios when you are in the city. He is with Petema. I have written him, but your kind words and understanding ear will serve him better in person than the mere paper I send him. Remember how I was when I foresaw Essemeneilia's passing. You soothed me then; would you try to help him now?
We are one province from open water, my love, but we have been ordered home. I will see you soon, at least for a time. I miss you terribly.
All my love,
Bel
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My lord Vethru,
I regret that I cannot immediately fill your request for information on magic sites within Man. Selena is very protective of her nation. The resources of the capital, you already know. However, although our relations with Selena are now quite good, our diplomats here are under constant observation. Any inquiries on a sensitive subject such as magical resources would be met with instant distrust.
In answer to your question: I don't know. There is no overt evidence, but Selena is a powerful enchantress. She may very well work in the dark arts. Shall I inquire about her thoughts on Marignon's proclamation and see what happens?
On another matter, I ask that you grant me greater latitude in negotiating with Selena and her Minister of State. I believe the time is ripe for a more formal agreement between us. Time, however, is of the essence, as is illustrated by the recent Solian incident.
I await your instructions.
Your voice in Man,
Mirama of Alteion
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My dear Pherios,
I grieve for your loss. These are hard times; war takes more than it gives. It strikes blows that none of us deserve.
Yet it is the blow that strengthens the iron. You, too, will be transformed by your pain. Have courage, and you will persevere and become stronger. Everything Galameteia was remains in your mind. Use those memories. Let them influence what you will become.
Know that we are all with you, and we will always be with you.
My thoughts and hopes go with you,
Someone close to you
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I only question your use of the word "wasting" with reference to our beautiful, beautiful yarns... 
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