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Shri'hrae · Adventurer Joined: 11 Feb 2010 Posts: 91

Hosting the night at the Double Dagger had been successful. The servant girl had done a decent job and Shri assumed she had taken possession of the afore promised room. In a move reminiscent of The Drow Lord Himself, Shri'hrae tapped her staff three times and watched it disappear in a cloud before sitting down to her desk. Pulling out a quill she set about unfinished business.

"Vendui Rufus Oryan,

Usstan z'reninth dos ruebuss uns'aa natha talthalra. 'zil folt, Usstan tlun plynnithus pholor nindel heen. Qualla detholar natha draeval lu' Usstan orn detholar natha k'lar.

Sune daewle,

Shri'hrae
Viceroy d' Buc's Dun"

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Handing the letter to Dal'bak, her servant, she bid him make haste.
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*Kitrye Ilhar's Yathrin, Kitrye Ilharn's Mirshann, Jal degahr*

Rufus Oryan · Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 2:15 pm Post subject:

Rufus had grown fond of the reflecting pool just inside the palace walls. Quick footsteps followed by a low voice caught his attention. A young fellow who worked about the palace bowed his head slightly and approached Rufus quickly, handing him a parchment, "A letter came for you Sir. The messenger just left it with me, and I brought it directly to you." Rufus smiled and nodded, "Thank you very much...I shall tend to it." He studied the parchment and made his way to a bed room with a small desk in the corner. He took his seat, grabbing his quill and letting out a loud breath. He tapped his lip for a moment, wrapping his mind around the writings before beginning. The language was not as fluent to him as Elvish texts, but he could translate and write just fine...

Vendui',

Jallil Shri'hrae, usstan tlun gladare ulu rhseev dosst ly'ryus. Usstan tlun ves sae'uth bauth udossta talthalra lu'Usstan xun naut daewl ulu offend a feithin natha klew'ar velendev. Xal dos ph'available nindol tangisto? Usstan inbal ji mzil mizil'ros. Fridj kaas l'k'lar, lu'Usstan zhal tlu gaer. Usstan tlun zhaunus natha j'nesst folt 'zil dosstan 'udtila naut inbal draeval ulu wahven ji, Usstan zhal morfeth luun'elak wun talthalra xuil dos.

Wun Meifft,

Rufus Oryan

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"I enjoyed my short conversation with her so much before...I wonder where this will take me. I cannot wait." Rufus stood slowly, taking up the parchment in his hand to give to his messenger.
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Shri'hrae · Adventurer Joined: 11 Feb 2010 Posts: 91

Tasks completed and meetings attended to, Shri'hrae sat quietly once again in her office. Tomorrow would be a new day with new complications. For now, she would see to one of today's bright spots. With enthusiasm she penned one last note for the evening.

"Ussta sel abbil,

L'tangi uriu alus a xuil mzil ssiggrins d'udossta talthalra. Usstan ragar nindel Usstan tlun lorith fau'lad ulu elendarin ol. 'zil p'los sila've phor, Usstan z'reninth dos orn'la l'amith natha tangi pholor uss d'udossta ozamen. Usstan tlun xundin pholor nindel 'zil Usstan plynnil. Usstan kestal nindel zhah k'jakr tenu.

Shri"

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Handing the meticulously scrawled note to Dal'bak she once again bid him to make haste. This particular correspondant was of high value to her. With the hint of a smile at her lips she wondered if her new friend was equally as excited. Perhaps her many topics this afternoon had held his interest. As far as range went, they had a lot in common. "We shall see," she whispered quietly to the walls. "We shall see."
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*Kitrye Ilhar's Yathrin, Kitrye Ilharn's Mirshann, Jal degahr*

Rufus Oryan · Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 11:18 pm Post subject:

Rufus walked into his office, his desk filled with parchments from the previous evenings Maritime meeting, neatly stacked in well organized piles. He notices a elegant parchment positioned neatly in the center of the piles. He smiles for a moment, picking it up slowly and reading it aloud. He took his seat, grabbing a blank piece of paper amongst the piles, and began to write....

Jallil Shri'hrae,

Usstan inbal mziln ssiggrin mzilt bauth udossta talthalra. Usstan bel'la dos whol l'conversation. Ol zhahus natha ssrigg'tul ulu telanth xuil foluss xuil folt fin'dam lu'ssinss. Usstan orn'la ssinssrigg ulu kyorl uss d'dosst ozamen, 'zil verve 'zil Usstan ragar usstan wun dosst tar'annen. Usstan n'kyorl dosst char'riss regarding udossta huthin talthalra, fei'ir jallil.

Wun Meifft,

Rufus Oryan

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Rufus called for the messenger, taking in a deep breath as he began to work. His evening was filled with several pauses, and thoughts of the last meeting.
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"Balance - the harmony between the Principles of Order and Chaos...Harmony, Dedication and Rationality, the three Principles of Balance, are our highest ideals."

Shri'hrae · Adventurer Joined: 11 Feb 2010 Posts: 91

Shri stood on the shore watching the tillerman wash down the boat. Normally she liked to assist in the mundane chores but today her head was cloudy with things she needed to do, had done, and would be doing in the future. Dressed once more in her armor instead of the red backless outfit from last night, she contemplated taking the same route they had the prior evening. His description of Magincia had intrigued her. Part of her longed to see it as it had been in it's hayday. She may not agree with the Humanis viewpoint, but architecture was architecture. And she could appreciate it for its asthetic value. The same held true with Lord Blackthorne's castle. Now that she had seen the view of the office as it overlooked the water, she knew she would be making several trips back. From over her shoulder she called her servant to take a letter. He nodded politely and began to jot down her every word.

"Vendui,

Senger Rufus, L'zigh d'Lord Blackthorne's Castle zhah mal'rak wun ussta ak'nen. Ol zhahus ssin'urn. Usstan lor fau'lad ulu dosst iglata d'mziln draeval ul'naus.

You know the stakes. The bet is to you. Do you care to call or to raise?

Shri'hrae"

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With narrowed eyes the servant politely interrupted her. "Are you sure you wish to use common for that last piece?"

"Yes. I am sure. He will understand." With the hint of a smile on her lips she remembered his words of "Pardon me.." Yes, he would understand.
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*Kitrye Ilhar's Yathrin, Kitrye Ilharn's Mirshann, Jal degahr*

Rufus Oryan · Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 3:03 am Post subject:

Rufus sat alone in the dark desert of Nujel'm. The cool night air contrasted the hot temperature of the day. Generally, he would find himself sitting just on the outskirts, but this time he had traveled further into the desert. He was not lost in a sense, for he had packed supplies and needed to clear his thoughts a bit. He had set up camp just hours before, and as he sat in the sand, his bare feet pressing against the soft sand he unraveled several sheets of parchment and using a burned piece of wood; he began to scribble.

Vendui',

Evagna ussta draeval tu'fyr missives. Ussta dalharuk zhahus attacked wanune, lu'Usstan tlun fridj finding draeval ulu soh'rad.
~~Usstan xun ruebuss dos mzild draeval lu'Usstan iglata ulu deliver~~

Please forgive my error, for I feel it is not in the best of taste. Currently, I am in the desert of Nujel'm and have little room for error as I am limited on parchment. Many escape to woodlands, or mountains; and I find peace in the desert.

I feel that I have taken far to long to respond to one with such beauty, and I pray that your beauty and wit are paired with patients. I could not wait another moment, for finding my way back to the Palace could come in a nights time, but sending your missive is the first thing I wish to do. With that, I hoped to have it prepared.

I do indeed wish to take the opportunity to spend more time with you. In my travel back to the Palace, I will surely dream up a grand place for us to visit.

I fear I am far too unlucky to gamble, so I do create my own odds most oft. If the prize is your interest, I will go to Great lengths to win that.

Usstan orn wussrun'wa d'dos nindol isto. Nindel ssiggrin orn mrigg uns'aa delmah.

In Balance,
Rufus Oryan

Rufus rolled up his parchment, staring at the sky for a moment before picking up another blank sheet. He took in a deep breath, placing the letter to the side. He grinned a bit, moving his feet atop the sand. He sat fire to his small piece of wood and blew out the flame, taking to another piece of parchment.

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"Balance - the harmony between the Principles of Order and Chaos...Harmony, Dedication and Rationality, the three Principles of Balance, are our highest ideals."