(found folded and placed on an armor stand, somewhere in New Arkhosia.)
Hi Mom.
When you find this, I'll already be gone. I've gone west, towards the dwarven holds, and I've hired on as a caravan guard for a small-time merchant hoping to make it big in the human territories. I've dropped out of the Paladien. Big Sister was the shoe-in for them anyway. By the time you find this, chances are
The Errukhal that left isn't the one writing this - it's hard to explain, and I don't know if I should. A lot is going to happen in between when I first ran away and when I'm sending this message back to you. I can't tell you what happens in between, and I can't even really hint at it much.
I know you're angrier at me now than you've ever been, and you have every right to be. Be angry at me for running away, for abandoning my responsibility. But please don't write me off yet. Like I said before, a lot is going to happen, and I'm going to be at the center of it, for better or worse.
I can't even really tell you why it's going to happen the way it does. I could say that I'm going to make you proud, but that's not why I'm doing it. I could even say that I'm serving Bahamut in my own way, and it might be true, but it's not why I'm doing it. For friends, for justice, for vengeance... lots of reasons, but none of them are really right. Bahamut knows I'm not doing it the right way, but I'm trying.
After all is said and done, I still don't really know exactly what drew me in to all this, and I suppose that's never really going to change. But rest assured, Mom - I'm onto something good. Be angry at me, but give me a chance, and you'll see.
Errukhal bin sul Shivana
Son of Argothia ben Shivana, Champion of Arkhosia
Grand master of the meteor hammer
Servant of Bahamut
Honored of Corellan
Founder of the War College
Ascendant of the Citadel
Champion of the Shard
Rook.
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(found inside the handy haversack of a veteran paladin, somewhere in the infinite planes.)
CALLING ALL ADVENTURERS AND THRILLSEEKERS OF THE MULTIVERSE
Are you a planar hero, saint, champion, avatar?
DON'T BOTHER*
Are you just trying to get by in a multiverse where everyone is trying to own a piece of your soul (or better yet, kill you)?
YOU'RE INVITED**
to the Citadel of Ascension, UNDER NEW MANAGEMENT
and its GRAND RE-OPENING MEGAPARTY
FEATURING:
Catering by House Jorasco
Musical entertainment by whoever claims the stage***
Bottomless kegs from across the multiverse
Organized duels, contests, and free-for-alls in exotic and unique locations
First ever multiversal airship show
AND HUNDREDS OF RICH, ADRENALINE-FUELED VAGRANT ODD-JOBBERS LIKE YOURSELF
Directions on the back of this invite (to be given to your party arcanist to decipher)
DIRECT YOUR RSVPs in the form of Sending, messenger mephit, or hireling TO:
Messenger's House, Sivis extended service box 42
35 rimw Argent Av
Clerk's Ward, Sigil
OPEN TO MORTALS OF ALL SHAPES, SIZES AND SKILLS, FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER****
COME AS YOU ARE***** - NO COVER CHARGE
BRING ALL YOUR FRIENDS - DON'T SPLIT YOUR PARTY
Starts 28 Bator, 8:00 AP Sigil standard time
ENDS WHEN IT ENDS.
JOIN THE MULTIVERSAL PARTY OF THE MILLENIUM
*really, you're invited, it's cool. just no preaching.
**no being a jerk. that's the only rule. break it and we kick you out in the middle of the astral sea. getting home is your complication, not ours.
***bards recommended but not required. band battles not just allowed, but expected.
****sorry, we accidentally intentionally burned the guest list. if you know someone who hasn't been invited, bring them along.
*****shapeshifters caught in the act will be forced to do impersonations for the amusement of the guests
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