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[!] A letter covered in coal dust was dropped onto the steps of the Luminion Palace, a small missive of a flower drawn across it, the coal dust covering it over a smear from that of a bird's talons making the outside blurred [!]
[!] The writing on it would be a mess, the author having changed and copied the handwriting of multiple people some recognizable as the hand-writing of the late Anne-Marie de Ruiter, and Arnoud I van Leuveren, while other parts the hand writing unrecognizable to any known figures yet the design seemingly changing as he wrote. [!]
Oh, Oh Leader of Luminion, a stench of war seems to hover over you, your heart must run endlessly without a moment of silence. Though I have no sides in the useless tribulations of those who call themselves citizens of your nation, I thought I would extend an olive branch, the same I have extended to Anjyarr, though maybe they will win me over, I give you the same chance. I have items that may become of value to your people should you want to win this war, to what you call Aeromancy, I hold countless of its casting gems. Should you be interested in its purchase, seek me out by announcing a small festival is to be hosted within your kingdom's walls in two weeks' time, I have no care for what type, but announce it in steadfast and you will hear my birds once more
[!] The letter would end no signature and the coal dust would begin to cover over the bottom just barely making the last sentence readable [!]
[!] A letter covered in coal dust was dropped onto the steps of the Luminion Palace, a small missive of a flower drawn across it, the coal dust covering it over a smear from that of a bird's talons making the outside blurred [!]
[!] The writing on it would be a mess, the author having changed and copied the handwriting of multiple people some recognizable as the hand-writing of the late Anne-Marie de Ruiter, and Arnoud I van Leuveren, while other parts the hand writing unrecognizable to any known figures yet the design seemingly changing as he wrote. [!]
Oh, Oh Leader of Luminion, a stench of war seems to hover over you, your heart must run endlessly without a moment of silence. Though I have no sides in the useless tribulations of those who call themselves citizens of your nation, I thought I would extend an olive branch, the same I have extended to Anjyarr, though maybe they will win me over, I give you the same chance. I have items that may become of value to your people should you want to win this war, to what you call Aeromancy, I hold countless of its casting gems. Should you be interested in its purchase, seek me out by announcing a small festival is to be hosted within your kingdom's walls in two weeks' time, I have no care for what type, but announce it in steadfast and you will hear my birds once more
[!] The letter would end no signature and the coal dust would begin to cover over the bottom just barely making the last sentence readable [!]