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other family-health-related priorities lately, so apologies childkiller is not around, ill pop in for the trial or something tho

Gone until Sunday, doing a big ride

[Jamileh Attar]

From:
Jamileh Attar
Ibram's Fine Leathers and Cobbler, Attic.
corner of Qadira street / market square
(temporary correspondence address)


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To:
Scribe Amani al-Ibrahim
Faith Kruehtzer
Apothar Zol Nur
Nadiri Eva Keter
Niamh Amoinn


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Hello,

I trust my letter finds you well.


@1 - Is this another City-State that Ephia's Well intending to betray as per tradition?

@2 - Historical correction: the Stonefolk of Ephia's Well Tablet have been originally Stonefolk of Baz'eel, and Orentes the Second has invited them to come here, and has gifted them the Ephia's Well Tablet, which originally belonged to their ancestors. And in return, they have labored for him.

As for 'not immediately paying the promise' - it's been nearly a year.

We have already paid, or set aside, 500,000 dinar according to my knowledge for the construction of the district. It's there.

On top of that, Gohari Industries have already sank in 1,500,000 dinar for the foundations of it and the construction of it (whether I like it or not is another story, but this is the reality we live in thanks to Ballstain and Argyris).

There are more hands and people sitting and rotting away than we could possibly need, and those hands need work, which both the new district, Tlonsiyya, and rebuilding of Arslan offers. An opportunity, a paid job, a home.

Don't create problems where there aren't any.

Regards,
Jamileh Attar

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[Jamileh Attar]

From:
Jamileh Attar
Ibram's Fine Leathers and Cobbler, Attic.
corner of Qadira street / market square
(temporary correspondence address)


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To:
Skink
The Revel formerly known as Demented Drug Den, Ephia's Well Plaza


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Hello Skink,

I trust my letter finds you well.

This is the first time I am hearing about getting a 'job as a diplomat'. A job involves being paid and officiated.

Until that happens, I am just going to blow raspberries, smoke weed, and do my own stuff.

Regards,
Jamileh Attar

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[Jamileh Attar]

From:
Jamileh Attar
Ibram's Fine Leathers and Cobbler, Attic.
corner of Qadira street / market square
(temporary correspondence address)


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To:
Scribe Amani al-Ibrahim
Faith kKruehtzer
Apothar Zol Nur
Nadiri Eva Keter
Niamh Amoinn


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Hello,

I trust my letter finds you well.

I am looking forward to the proposition.

As for data, I am uncertain. I think, as always, we should work with the worst case scenario assumption that nobody went.

Furthermore, I think it's imperative to make sure we remain friends with Tlonsiyya, as we are sorely lacking in that regard. It is no secret that they are also involved in trade with Qa'im, so pissing them off is going to add them to the long list of city-states that already want to spit in our faces.

As for further negotiations/aims:
- I do not believe we lack manpower for building the district, it's one thing we have in abundance of, as I already written
- I recommend Buster Grimes to represent the (potential) workers for the District to ensure they are treated fairly, paid well, et cetera. Labor Law.
- We require baublium to expand the Shade's operations to the new district (Zol Nur, can you provide the actual numbers, the Mount was supposed to discuss this several weeks ago)
- I will reiterate, as people must understand this before they decide to go: Life as a Delver in the Arteries is harsh and dangerous - but VC Pakas Oruko indicate providing the workers with: coin, lodging, food - and most importantly, opportunity.
- If we are to actually have negotiations, I need to understand the framework of what I am working with in terms of: Quarry Stone, Well Water, Dinar, as those are the only commodities we can actually offer.


Regards,
Jamileh Attar

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[Jamileh Attar]

From:
Jamileh Attar
Ibram's Fine Leathers and Cobbler, Attic.
corner of Qadira street / market square
(temporary correspondence address)


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To:
Scribe Amani al-Ibrahim
Faith kruehtzer
Apothar Zol Nur
Nadiri Eva Keter
Niamh Amoinn


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Hello,

I trust my letter finds you well.

I have absolutely no idea where the 'Objective" and the "Why" came from and whether or not this is a hallucination or some other inane making imaginary problems where they did not exist.

To my understanding the one thing we have in overabundance is actual Labor.

And just to be clear - what we have promised Tlonsiyya pre-Scalding, was 85,000 dinar (paid), and workforce - refugees who are willing and understanding of the conditions they would be working in. No conscription. No forced labor. Nothing of the sort. Free men, and women, willing to take a short at a hard life instead of rotting away in the squalor of the Stockade doing nothing.
To my knowledge, but it has been a very long time, after we shook on the deal, a checque was issued, and - unless I hallucinated it, some refugees actually picked up the opportunity and moved to Tlonsiyya. On the actual numbers, I am uncertain.

I am potentially maybe interested to help and facilitate the meeting, Pakas Oruko, Me'raz and Raonn are good chums - but at the same time, not only are the objectives of these negotiations pretty much vague and unclear to me, it also feels like I am having different conversations with Legate Vellyn and Evarielle compared to this string that spawned, and finally - I have no governmental power, so there is nothing I am authorized from legal and governmental standpoint to agree on - unlike the time where we struck our first deal, when I was actually working with an official governmental capacity.

Finally, are we actually treating them as friends, as they? The very tone and premise set out at the beginning of the draft indicates otherwise. If it wasn't for Tlonsiyyan support during the Scalding, we'd have lost hundreds, or thousands of souls. And who knows about the outcome of the war.

Regards,
Jamileh Attar

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Couple busy days ahead

[Jamileh Attar]

From:
Jamileh Attar
Ibram's Fine Leathers and Cobbler, Attic.
corner of Qadira street / market square
(temporary correspondence address)


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To:
Themis
White League building, Ephia's Well Plaza.


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Themis,

I trust my letter finds you well.

It brings great mirth to my heart hearing (or reading, in this case) that you have changed your mind and decided to talk with me after walking away mid-conversation like a little offended bit- schoolgirl after being presented with facts and completely disregarding the amount of effort and time I have put into investigating the Gohari contract and getting to the bottom of it, as opposed to mindlessly droning nonsensical dung over and over.

Now that is out of the way, you can perhaps buy me a slurp and I might be amenable to a 'talk'.

Love,
Jamileh Attar

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king, I enjoyed every single moment together..

dealing with both cancer in family and a death in family at the same time, so my playtimes might be cut short, or might blow out of proportions, we'll see. Ping me on discord for scheduling stuff if needed

[Jamileh Attar]

From:
Jamileh Attar
Ibram's Fine Leathers and Cobbler, Attic.
corner of Qadira street / market square
(temporary correspondence address)


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To:
Legate Vellyn Lhyrian
Palatial Pyramid, Legate Offices


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Hello,

Let me run an audit in the Quarry.

Thanks,

Jamileh Attar

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[Jamileh Attar]

From:
Jamileh Attar
Ibram's Fine Leathers and Cobbler, Attic.
corner of Qadira street / market square
(temporary correspondence address)


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To:
Ivar and Knud Skargrimm
Hanged Heron Tavern, Palms Below


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Knud,

Very nice, I have a hate / love relationship with correspondence, but people don't really write letters these days, mostly demands, so I am actually loving this, because those are letters!

I am glad to hear you have been successful, that is more than I can say about my lengthy archaeological career, rarely anybody has actually paid me for my work, and it is a money sink, in truth.

Cogsworth would have been terrible to kidnap, you know. He is extremely poor. He makes a big face and makes big words, but truth is, he is barely holding it together and due to his social graces being very similar to that of a stone bench and an inflated ego, he will never admit needing help. People are like that.

There even was a time I was so desperate for funding that I had to wear a skimpy, very tight skinsuit, very revealing too, for Zaniah's enjoyment for a few minutes, she paid me a few thousands for it. She became a Legate a couple weeks later, and then I think someone murdered her, but I am unsure as I was on vacation at that time, reading books.

I am very happy to hear that you scorned Meyer and kicked him out of the Palms Below. When he captured me, I was terrified, he was too far gone. He is dead now, he was shanked in the Scarp, so there's that. You could have gotten 25,000 dinar if you brought him in alive.

Jarl's wife, I can understand now the motivation now! She is beautiful, strong, athletic woman. How much fame and treasure do you think you actually need to sway her? Will you have to duel the Jarl for it? He claims he has slain one of the last Colossi, but honestly, I am not sure if it is not just bluster (Don't tell him I wrote that though!). Maybe then you will become Frostport's Jarl? That would be quite something.

The thing about Ephians is - they do come together when faced with imminent demise. The words of Iakmes Ir-Emmum still ring in my ears (if it was even him still at that point, when we faced the rage in the Siparri forges, within the SIlverworks of Bet Nappahi - in there, so much clanging, so much bronze, so much unbridled hatred and rage) - that we are a host not seen for Ages. And even he respected that.

It was terrifying. I discovered many truths about myself there, though. Those circumstances have the tendency to do so, making you realize what is it that you actually care about. For me, it was not dying a terrible death. It was the fear of those I care about dying. And gods, we have lost so many. I think, in a way, you would have enjoyed being there. We certainly could have used you and your brother there by our side.

If you are interested in more about what happened there - as it relates to your spoke, the courier I'm sending over with this letter also has a book for you. It is the most raw and detailed account, penned by my dear friend, of what transpired there. A warning, to us all.

Please be very careful with drugs. When I was back in Academia, I did a lot of wild things, but now? It is different. Scorch is really bad. Please don't take it - there's enough evidence that terrible things happen to those that take it. I have been witness, not once, but twice, to terrible, unbridled rage that has possessed the veterans on scorch. Their eyes began to glow and they were filled with this unbridled rage and fury. Which you might think is a good thing, but it is not. Because what came after was a sight I shall never forget.

They exploded, from the inside, in terrible pain. As if their own body ripped itself apart. It is a very real problem and concern and nobody deserves to die like that. So please, don't take scorch. I dip, occasionally, mostly on parties, into some lighter stuff, but that's about it. Rarely any parties these days anyway, it's mostly work.

It is the only thing that keeps the trembles and shakes of my hand away, and it blurs the still-raw memories of all my dead friends and the terror we faced at the Silverworks.  I don't think I will ever get rid of it, but this at least helps. A Sire of Terror, a Sire of Rage. Grief, love, desperation, sorrow is what drives people into doing terrible things. And the colossi of old were not that different.

What is even most concerning, is the amount of manipulation, the invisible strings pulled by those who have now carved their God pillar within the Creep itself, orchestrating events on the Disk for aeons, now.

As for your altar, I am very sorry, but it was not really me. I was as surprised as you were when it started to speak and blood started to pour out. I honestly do not know if it was Tormented, something even worse, or perhaps it being even the same. Questions upon questions, and they remain unanswered. I would rather die, than being bound to any of the djinn courts. That's basically what I told Meyer when he captured me and dragged me to the Scarp, but at least I had something that he needed, so I used that to bargain and thankfully, that was enough. Call me dramatic, but I would have rather use my own teeth to rip my own veins open, than to sign a pact like that.

You would ask why? It is both a complex, and a simple answer at the same time. They never give. They bind you. They will promise riches, they will promise knowledge, they will promise power - but they won't mention the shackles that will bind you, and your soul, eternally into service. Furthermore, my secretary- my adopted son in Ephia's Well - Alejandro Benjazar - after he was murdered by the Qadiran prince, the people who tended to his funeral, brought him to one place they should not have, which resulted in his soul being claimed by a Prince of one of the Courts and it has been trapped ever since. I still wracked by guilt about it, to not have been there to aid. But it will happen in time, he will be freed. Such an endeavor will require cooperation of a lot of people, and trying to get people to work together is worse than herding groknak babies across the desert. Herding groknak babies is at least fun, you vibrate at them, and sometimes they listen, and sometimes they don't. They are very playful creatures! You should try it sometimes.

But people? Most of them always want something in return. Always a transaction. Always something.

Anyway, stay away from Scorch. Or maybe you'd like to raid smugglers that smuggle Scorch into the Well? That would be fun. I could raid them with you, then, and get rid of this disease that is hurting people so much. It is, just simply, fucked up. It's preying on war veterans, those desperate, that have lost limbs, lost hope, and they barely have anything left. What becomes of a warrior, who can no longer fight? When one devotes their life to one and one thing only, and that is taken away from them, what then?  That is who the scorch dealers are targeting and that's just wrong. It's worse than clubbing defenseless puppies, or killing children and elderly who can not even defend themselves. No honour, no glory, just being insidious parasites and vultures.

Let me know what you thought of the book! I'll get some Skrol, and we can talk in near future.

Best regards,
Jamileh Attar

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[Jamileh Attar]

From:
Jamileh Attar
Ibram's Fine Leathers and Cobbler, Attic.
corner of Qadira street / market square
(temporary correspondence address)


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To:
Ivar and Knud Skargrimm
Hanged Heron Tavern


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Boys,

I trust this letter finds you well.

I do not mind the smell at all, after all I am a working woman and I understand what it means to scramble, eat dirt, live in caves and be miserable as shit.

Thank you for being (relatively) gentle during what was certainly misguided events yesterday.

Why did you even pick *me* of all people? I am poor, and I scramble for dinar every day, my job is miserable and I have to keep investing into it to merely keep afloat, scrambling every day.

That is why I have a bit of a soft spot for you, regardless. At least for as long as you do not really do dumb shit like hang around with Meyer and his ilk, or some fucks that are peddling dretch (you know that stuff is made out of Spring Elves, the Eiliri, right? It's as fucked up as it can be), because that is where I draw the line and can no longer have any good words to say about you!

Can you believe that last time I was actually in Frostport I bought a few bottles of Skrol in case we actually run into each other again? Figured it might remind you of home. But then you disappeared and started to do dumb shit, and I ran out of cactus slurp on and outing so I drank them all. Good stuff, has a nice kick.

At any rate, I was coming back because I was genuinely worried for the two of you that you and everyone living in the Creep might get turned into pieces by the tormented, and to actually throw you some money from my *meager* purse because I do understand how this works and it just felt like a proper thing to do.

Anyway, since we are already writing, write to me more, about yourselves.

What is the nature of the Hag curse that Ivar seems desperate to be rid off? You certainly should not trust any dumb voices coming out of a stone, they will attempt to feed on your worst fears and exasperate them, a hundred times over.

Why do you do what you do? This one I think I get, really, to a degree, I think, but I actually do not know and I hate to presume, it's a fallacy of people- presumptions, assumptions and filling gaps of knowledge with nonsensical, inane rambling and calling it truths.

Do you think Ephia's Well is weak and an awful place and that is why you raid the people? To make a name, become a legend? Prove strength, in Agaslakku's name? Or is there more to it, really? 

Looking forward to reading from you.

Best regards,
Jamileh Attar

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Well done !

Just queue an action while resting to  drop an item, or interact with something (it puts that action in the Action queue in front of the 20 spells queue since they get applied AFTER you finish rest) and as soon as your rest finishes, just click to walk somewhere to cancel it.