[ archived ] mailbox

[simpathis]

Welcome to the NPC mailbox. Characters are free to send letters to the various NPCs currently in charge of the city. All replies will also be written and sent via messenger bird. Replies may take a while as they are busy officials.

Requests to meet NPCs in person are doable, but there is no guarantee it will happen—at least immediately. Efforts will be made when possible.

Since inquiries are sent via letter, you can write them as long or as short as you wish.

To schedule a thread with an Arehtei, refer to this entry.

To send a letter, fill out the following form and include the message.

<b>To:</b> INCLUDE DESIRED NPC <b>From:</b> CHARACTER | <user name="JOURNAL"> <b>Date:</b> IC DATE (backdates are fine!) <b>Message:</b> <b>OOC Questions:</b> If you have any OOC questions or concerns regarding the topic of the message, feel free to add them here. We will also include OOC notes if necessary.

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[captainobnoxious]

[... Sophia so doesn't want to do any of this, but Sigrun appreciates her willingness to talk anyway. She leans back in her seat, looking up at the sky.] So up here, there's a kind of festival thing called Selenium that's... called something different where you're from, I know. I saw it on the task board. [...] Do you see people or whatever you miss too?

[empc]

[ ... ]

For the record, I find this more personal than anything you could have asked about Feofan.

[ Just... putting that out there. ]

Generally speaking, sometimes. Some people claim to have seen those they wish to see again when visiting the Hanging Gardens, while others call it nonsense. [ She shrugs slightly. ] I am in favor of believing those that have seen things—why wouldn't I be? It is a romantic notion, one that fits well with the stories we share and sing of.

It is the one week of the year we can truly grieve too, to be frank. Not that we do not any other time, but it is a week where we are encouraged to unabashedly miss what we have lost, to embrace the past. Afterwards, we are renewed to a better present and future, and can continue living the way we always have: without regret.

[captainobnoxious]

Sorry. About it being more personal than the little lamb, I mean. [Sigrun's eyes remain towards the clouds for a little longer after her apology, chewing on her lip, and then they lower as she leans on the table between them, careful of her arm.] I was way curious if it was the same as it is here. I mean, it's kind of cool that they're similar? Makes me think that this city and yours are more alike than anyone could've thought, like maybe you were the same people or... something. [...] Or that traditions can stay the same across centuries and miles, I guess, which makes sense. Happened with my people too, even after everything that's happened. [She grins a little, but it drops into more serious.] See, I miss my family, and I miss Dalsnes a lot, but something that comes with all of that is the creatures I used to hunt back home. I don't want them hurting any of the people here, 'cause I'm totally great and can take care of anything that appears but I'm still just one person, you know? There's all kinds of types, with garms being the most vicious around Dalsnes. And ghosts are not something you want to make mad, generally speaking. You get what I'm saying?

[empc]

I do.

[ A quick smile that falls to a little more serious one as well; she drums her fingers against her cheek thoughtfully. ]

The ghosts cannot hurt people, I am fairly certain. They may scare the unsuspecting, and that may cause harm... but they themselves will not cause any. At least, I have never heard of anyone getting hurt by the spirits that are rumored to appear, not in all my years in Theasthai. [ ... ] I suppose I will get to see for myself whether or not they do so here, same as you. I have two more months or so to serve for my temporary exile, if they will allow me to return to my city once the ban on our troupe activities are lifted.

[captainobnoxious]

[Sigrun lets out the breath she'd been holding, smile returning.] Glad to hear that chances are high that no one'll get hurt by them! And I hope you get to go back to your city, too. Being far from home really sucks when there's nothing really the same. [She's got experience twice now. Too open skies, too crowded a place. That's all this is.] ... So uh, what's the chance of you not being let back? And what if they don't let you. I mean, I think that pink beast of yours is pretty nice, so I don't think you're in any danger of it or anything, but what's your back up plan?

[empc]

The council considers me an owlion's nest in the corner. [ It's said a little wryly. ] I feel as if they're always looking for a reason to get rid of or silence me. Though, it isn't as if I haven't earned that.

[ A small laugh. ]

I like to push their limits and boundaries, is all. Still, I don't think they'll force me to stay here. [ Sophia curls a curl around her finger. ] If they do, then I will simply ask as many of my troupe that wishes to join me up here to do so, and we will make our living here as we do down there: singing songs and putting on plays, exploring the rich history of Theasthai and her imagination.

[ And adventuring. ]

[captainobnoxious]

And knowing your way around dangerous ruins.

[A little teasing, because all players are well-traveled in her world anyway. It's not too odd to think that Sophia and her troupe's the same.]

What kind of stories do you have yourself? That isn't about your city and her history.

[empc]

Oh, the usual. Fables, legends, aesops. [ Like any city. ] Plays about love, about loss, about the world... Those last ones are far and few in-between, but they do exist.

Mostly about how people imagine the world used to be, and how it could be in the future.

[captainobnoxious]

I'm interested in hearing a few sometime, then. We've got things like that too. But mostly ones that're about our own accomplishments or our ancestors'! And about the gods!

[All good things! All very important things.]