But I'm still, I'm still an ani-maaaaaaaaail.
Magister Felix,
Hello I am sorry I was going to send this to you earlier but I Forgot!! I think that it will still be Relevant, though, because it is an Important Lesson to Learn for Everyone like you said and even when someone already Knows it, it can still be good to get a Reminder sometimes!!! Rereading things is a very good way to get Information I think but you read and write a lot of things so you must know that already!!
Also I hope that you have a Really Great Midsummer!!
-Lazirus.
[ Enclosed is an educational pamphlet advocating temperance in alcohol consumption. There is another pamphlet - featuring Dalmaran - about the importance of following safety procedures when enchanting. From the tack holes, it was probably at one point on Lazirus’ wall. A few sticks of festive Midsummer incense and a bright orange wizard cap are enclosed. It was probably made for about five silver. There are little gold stars painted on it. ]
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Lord Magister Duskwhisper,
I hope that it’s okay to write to you about this, I know you have to be real busy with your work and everything else, but I wasn’t sure how to bring it up in class.
I’ve been having difficulties keeping the enchanting supplies at home. It’s not a safe environment for them - several containers of dust are shorter than they should be, and I keep finding things rifled through. I can pay you back for what's gone, it might just take a while.
I know that you mentioned lockers at the beginning of all of this, and I was wondering if it would be possible for me to use one of those. Much as I’d like to work on things at home, it ai isn’t really a good option right now.
Thank you for considering,
-Tixela Slickbrow.
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[Trigger Warning for mentions of blood.]
My Ella,
I apologize for the delay between this and my previous letters.
The mending lately has been busy, bloody work. The summer heat sends the plague spores into full bloom, and the ground’s warm enough for some things to thaw. The plaguehound pups are growing old enough to hunt, and something about the season seems to unsettle the worms. More travelers chance the roads, and so more patrols must be sent out after them. You can guess the results.
Lacking the time to send my own mail, for the past several weeks I have been entrusting it to Aestrus Wollen's squire. Clearly that was a mistake, as it seems the boy’s been burning it.
He’s young - a son of Stormwind. He can’t be all that much older than our Auria, and
I believe he acted out of laziness, not malice. But even the best of intentions would not excuse the destruction of Crusade post. I can only be grateful the letters were personal, and not supply reports or grief notices. As I told Wollen - Light willing, I will have decades yet to natter on to you. But the behavior must be stopped now, before it touches those without time’s luxuries.
There’s little of note to report here, aside from a short trip South some time ago. The affair itself was uneventful, although it gave me even more cause to question Llavi’s judgment.
She’s been assigning Cursed volunteers to the medical tents.
I cheer their eagerness to assist the Crusade. But they would be much better help elsewhere. My distaste for Gilneas lies with the actions of its former leaders, not its citizens. But I know that I can’t be alone in thinking that just maybe individuals who transform into mad, ravening wolfmonsters when stressed shouldn’t be set to tend to the injured.
There was one man in particular, well.
I’ve heard stories. Every healer does.
It’s always the battlefields where you’ll see them, the battlefields and the minor skirmishes. They don’t like to stick in any one place for too long.
They’re never the volunteers who rush around or linger behind. They just settle quietly at the middle. They always smile. They’re always pleasant, and they’re never in the way. They’re efficient, but no stars. Maybe they could be, but they don’t.
They don’t want to stand out.
While they’re there, you’ll lose a few. That’s just a fact of healing - not everyone can be saved, not everyone will be. The Light can only do so much. And you’ll think back to that volunteer then, as you pull the sheets up about a soldier’s face. By the Well, you’ll say. At least we had them! We would’ve lost more without their help.
Later, you’ll look in the camps to thank them, but they’ll be long-gone. Barely remembered, a wisp on the wind. You’ll go to burn the dead, and that’s when you’ll see the bruising on their tongue. Their bloodshot eyes, or the little red spots on their skin where the vessels have popped like tiny tattoos. That’s when you’ll see the loose fibers of cloth still clinging to their lips.
That’s when you’ll remember that smile.
They always smile.
A grisly note to end the letter on, but I’m happy to say that the individual was relocated outside of the ward. I don’t suspect him of that sort of thing, but again - ravening wolfmonsters, etcetera. Better safe than sorry.
If you’ve sent anything since Elyria’s drawings from class, I‘m afraid I haven’t received it. I hope to hear from you again soon. Remind Auria to study hard at her lessons, and give them both a kiss for me - even if Ely thinks she's too old for it.
I hope to deliver yours in person, soon enough.
All my love,
-Nythras.
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Lucrezia,
Apologies for brevity of letter - will send lengthier in coming days. Have more to write, but wrist unnaturally stiff today and felt still owed response. Took wrong blow to wrist in morning practice.
After inducted as Archmage, Lazirus’ mother lacked time to keep eyes on. Were additional political matters at play that do not fully understand.
Further, Lazirus now an adult. Was agreed that beneficial to foster greater independence. Believe largely successful, and confess prefer on my ‘side of the fence’ in current conflict.
Are some things difficult not to think of on battlefield, and while quel’dorei misguided, were once ours. May be yet. Can take no joy in their deaths.
Swords to plowshares? Cliché rings true for good reason - appealing daydream in some ways. Will endeavor to imagine you in a straw hat and overalls, chewing contemplatively on stem of wheat and speaking in only foulest drawl. Perhaps Lostdawn could offer advice, has apparently left rangers.
Would be unfortunate if found your sentiments insulting, as share them towards you. To say that enjoy being near is almost criminal understatement. Will likely have time away next month. If not then, August.
Am aware of individual referred to, although have not spoken. That presents [Taps.] somewhat difficult situation. Hope the Lady Goldenstar is accommodating (as know will be) and that Chesric keeps certain realities in mind during visit. Am certain that will - from what little have seen, level-headed enough.
In midsummer’s heat, send you our abundant snow, to cool brow. Fear may not arrive intact. Know only that as send it - is very, very cold.
With love,
-Andovar.
[ A jar of water is enclosed, a thoroughly soggy Tigerlily floating inside. ]
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Miss Brightstone,
What wonderful news about the recommendation!
I’m sure that you do quite well at the tea and labeling already, but a little extra effort never hurt one’s chances at a favorable review!
I’ll be certain to have a word with Magister Dawnblaze about it all, to see if he has any ideas which direction you might be suited to head in, when the time comes. As such an important figure in your magical education, I’m sure that he has ideas already regarding your future path. While I don’t doubt that he values your services there, I know that as caring a teacher as Magister Dawnblaze would not stand in the way of his student’s advancement and success.
I know a good deal about Dalaran, it’s where I’ve spent quite a bit of my life. My work tends to be split between Dalaran and Silvermoon, and I keep an apartment in Dalaran to stay in during the times that I cannot be with my family in Quel’thalas.
It is indeed a very impressive city, all the more so in that most of what is there now was rebuilt from ashes in the wake of the Scourge, just as Silvermoon was. It can be quite an expensive city, but only in certain areas. Prices have deflated in the wake of the Lich King’s defeat, and it’s really a lot more affordable than it was a few years ago. If you ever have the inclination, simply let me know and I will show you around the city a bit. A portal there is simple enough to create.
On an aside - I would be happy to check your math if you’d like. I don’t doubt your capability, but it seldom hurts to see things through a pair of fresh eyes.
As to the cloth butterfly, it's as they say - the only way to improve at things is to try, try again! I am sure that your next creative effort will come out better.
My favorite color is dark blue. And yours? I recall you were fond of pink, yes? Thank you for the drawing, it’s very colorful.
-Magister Llevandir Dawnshaper.
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Earthwalker,
Nice work. More than I expected, at least.
The pseudonyms are good intel and we’ll use them, but far as Maara goes - I don’t mess with kids and as long as you're working with me, you ain't neither. Personal policy. That information’s filed just in case it’s useful, but don’t go breathing down some poor fucking orphan’s neck on all this.
Sundown ain’t a new name, sorry to say.
He was the initial source of the information we got on this - member of their crew, got left behind getting out. Information we have from him weren’t too detailed, and all of it’s questionable. Some of it turned up false, and then our interrogator turned out to be fuckballs crazy, and long story short, Sundown ain’t given us all that much.
Did lead us to that cave, though. Course, either him or the interrogator didn’t see fit to let us know the thing was trapped. We lost one and nearly another to burns. Place was scorched pretty thorough, but maybe you’ll still get something out of it. Marked it on the map enclosed.
Sundown ain’t in our custody no more. There was a deal made to get him out of some of the deeper shit he was in, though it fell through after a little bit. The contract was between one Cardax Middlefuse and one Rynlan Dawnslight. I don’t suggest contacting them. One’s in Magisterial custody, and the other’s an underbaron to Gazlowe. If you want to say anything to either, you can go on ahead and ask me. We’ll figure out from there whether it’s anything to bother them about.
Sundown was off-limits, to an extent. He ain’t no longer. Gullscraper’s been snarling his ugly little face off trying to keep him from getting brought back in - some kind of personal thing with Dawnslight. That’d be why he’s sending you after this at all. Either he figures you can get to Sorrowfletch without Sundown, or he’s just using your efforts as bought time to figure out his next move.
It’s probably six of one, half-dozen of the other. But fact of the matter is: Gullscraper doesn’t run shit.
Your deal’s with him, and you gotta do what you gotta do there, I know how that goes. But while this is all roundaboutly Gullscraper’s fuckup, security ain’t his division.
It’s mine, and I've got a stake in all this too. We no longer got any kind of deal guaranteeing Sundown’ll be left alone. If you think it’s worth going after, go after it.
Meanwhile, yeah - Dalaran would be my next suggestion.
It doesn’t take a genius to realize there ain’t a lot of ground that a sin’dorei and a half-elf can cover together, and Sorrowfletch’s face’s known to the Cartel. Unless he’s going under a real damn good disguise, he ain’t making it more than twenty steps into one of our towns. That leaves Dalaran and some less civilized areas only. Problem with places that ain’t cities is that there ain’t nowhere to spend all your shiny newfound gold. Try Dalaran.
Great news on grabbing Nightward. Just don’t let him take off again, I don’t want to have to track him down a second time. I’m sure you've done well at the questioning and all, but we got some of our own to ask him. In person.
Further, while the gesture’s appreciated, it ain’t necessary to mail in the bits you remove. If we want it, we’ll take it off ourselves.
-Alsk Dankspark, Supervisor: Security and Interrogations, Steamwheedle Cartel.