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Hi guys

So, I decided to leave Efu... no i'm not be banned again, no i'm not dead despise your desires, I simply do not like this chapter.

DMs did a great job as always for make it is not saying is bad or anything, is just not for me, I tried to make me like it, but i just dont.

If the server chapter end or I get informed of some big change that may give me interess once again i will return, but until then i prefer spend time on other things.

Thank you guys

Thank you DMs

Sages guide you.

Malika Bronzemane

Riccardo Corvo

Riccardo Corvo

  at soon as last letter is recieved there are severals insults in modini whispered by the young sellsword when he compare roderick's mother profession to a cow and comment his dick-shaped head...

Not the less a answer arrive

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Balladeer Roderick Fischer

The letter was not meant for you but i'm glad i recieved a answer so fast.

I will glady put in charity what you ask but i will lie if i tell you i believe this will work, as a follower of Sage Santina i believe healings and help the less fortunate is a sacred duty.

But in the modo we have a say: if you give coins to a man who do not work for them, he never will.

What i'm tryng to say is the well do not need more charity in my opinion, it need more opportunity.

factories, brickyards, bakeries, explorers, that's what I would spend money on, offering a refugee the chance to earn and spend money I think can do more good for society than offering money to a man with no hope for the future, so many times I saw good willed white leaguer offer coins to beggars who used them for drugs.

This is why I joined the consortium despise their shady  reputation, I believe a economicaly increase in the well may open opportunity of grown and expansion that will lead in less povertà for the comon man and his family.

but after all, as I have said many times, I am not an inhabitant of Ephia, I am a guest, and as such I can suggest but not dictate how a city should function.

With respect

-Riccardo Corvo

Prestigious knight

Name is Riccardo Corvo, I'm the Modini mercenary who if you listen the accusations of ballader Roderick  payed a mercenary to kill you or something likr that.

I want to make my actions and intentions clear so I can make honest apologies, I would prefer make this on person but time and work keep me busy.

When I saw you in the plaza i believed was a jape,  a person dress and acting as a knight for fun, we have this often in the modo we call then masked ball feasts or carnivals, in such games masked people walk the streets of the city pretending to be stereotypes of political parties or noble figures .

I believed that what I was looking at.

And I do not asked the swordman to figth you, I asked him if he would figth a knigth, and he departed on the upper floor to face you without more words, I would have tossed s gauntlet and did all the cerimony of the case but things get out of hand.


I was not aware the balladers collage master a knigthly order

I was not aware it was a serius and respectuff title.

And for that i apology

I Riccardo Corvo of il Modo apology

The consortium i work for have nothing to do with this, and if this will lead to my persona been fired from it is fine, but still is innocent from my actions.

If you desire find me  reach the almhouse in the tablet i spend there most of my time out of duty as a medic of sage Santina

With respect

-Riccardo Corvo

Dear priestess.

I'm been in the temple, a noblewoman spitted me on the face as i entered but i presume been a water-faith was a act of kindness, or maybe not, i do not realy care.

I talked with the priestess who told me the fable   story of the mother of rivers, i must say is interesting but there are some parts of it that make me questions my knowledge of the pantheon

The childrens the tears of the mother gave live, they were the ashfolks rigth? or is believed is all life as we know? because that would make the Mother the creatore of all life, and that mean also elves, dwarves, goblins, orcs, sibilants and the like, is something that make me reflect.

And then there is the part that she is dead, she is been killed in her own story but yet she still grant powers to her followers, and that is curios for another reason, in one of my first days in this well i remember a old man in the krak who named the gods of the old city that was, he was a old man who was convinced that even if they do not listened to his prayers he would have never abbandoned the Lord he used to serve when he was young, but a priestess of the wheel tried to persuade him to abbandon his headstrong convinctions with "why serve the old dead gods when you can worship the new live ones?"

Seems to me life and dead means nothing for a deity, yet the abitants of the city that was are sure their gods existed, but are dead, so do not longer answer them...yet yours are also dead, and answer. maybe this is a stupid question but growning up in a city without the faith in gods myself is something that make me wonder how this work.

With respect

- Riccardo Corvo

Kind Alejandro

I have in front of me the most dare and hard quest of all my life and i have no idea how to do it, i need your help! your kind soul your poetry skill, you knowledge of the well and more.

Please find me as soon as you can, i know you are now a magistrate and must be busy as devils but i hope you will find a moment for me

With admiration

-Riccardo Corvo

[The ashfolk will not find Riccardo Corvo in the krak as he spend his resting time in the Tablet instead, healing and offering succor to the needy, but he will recieve such message not the less and answer]

Dear priestess.

Yu claimed often that there is a lack of faith in the well, that those lack of faith is the reason why everything seems fall apart araund us and where all this misfortunes come, but have you ever thought that it could be the opposite?

The sultanate that preached the faith of the Wheel in the desert is slowly decaying, the Modo, however, despite the thousand difficulties of the sea, disease and war, resists.
I understand your devotion, we also strongly believe that, for the sake of the harmony of the Dome as well as the fate of every soul, it is absolutely necessary to convert as many people as possible.

And it's sad think that we agree on many things, on how to live a life, I know what is worth protecting and safeguarding, and yet we argue about our mythologies and how the world works.

I work in the Wardin refugee in the Tablet, where i try heal and help with the skills my faith teached me the poors, until i do not find a way home this is what i will do, protect the weak, the poor, deseased, and as a sellword bring justice over the land who spite us, under the cruel sun you demonize.

I find sad how was considered a simbol of hope, renowal and mercy when i was a child...the image of the sun, is now considered a symbol of hatred and spite, but this is the nature of time.

There is a part of your Hymm i have questions abaut, you wrote

"The first among us, Emir, a beacon in the night,
Led us into the shade, away from Pra'raj's spite."

Who is this Emir you talk abaut? the leader of the faith? the ancestor of the sultan? or else?

Thanks for your time, i will wait your answer

- Riccardo Corvo

PS: i did not recieved the message because was left at the krak, i rest at the Tablet

Kind Alejandro

I fear i do not explained myself correctly

I do not want to set foot in this well, after both Banda rossa and sandstorm college refuced me I have no desire to take foot here, I want to return home, i want to join the Lezzerotti order and serve the poors and deseased as my sage ask of me.

Instead here even the banda rossa who should share my faith spit on my name and refuce to travel with a domehead, is a land that despise me for follow the teachings of my parents and refuce to bow to the sultan's gods.

The same gods who allowed the purge of the many faiths 12 years ago

I showed respect to the whell but i never hided my loyalty to Sage Santina.

All i want is cure who need
Protect the weak
Be stronger
Be good

This well do not allow me to do this, and is why I moved to the tablet where i can be of use to the refugees

My only hope is a pilot-priest to appear in the well and by his sacred compass find a way back home.

Until then, I will simply endure, try swallow my pride and hatred and focus on the teacings of my mother.

And if I fail and fall in Orlando's steps, may the janissary Be swift.

-Riccardo Corvo

 
Kind Alejandro

I do not know why i'm writing this to you probably just for calm my nerves after been robbed, i believed with icatha demise i would have been finaly free to work and gain my coins for head back home in peace, well beside how peacfull a life of a sellsword may be, instead seems with a snake killed another one took her place.

I failed my sage today, i should show compassion and humility and then instead i let rage and pride take over me, and for that i do not know how i will make amend, everything  turn there is something that make me enrage, that make me wish i was not here, i never wanted to be here, i was tossed down by a ship and forced to walk the desert and if i could i would return in the Modo.

Return home.

There is only one thing here that make me wish to stay, that make me happy to be in this land, and is you, your voice is just-

Oh sages i must be silly, and i do not care if you will never read this paper or answer me, it help me focus write them down, it help me focus on what i want and who i am, i hope you understand, if you read them.

Thank you

Sages Keep you

-Riccardo Corvo

we came to this land to bring hope.

we have reached the sands to bring the wisdom of the sages

in this dark land of barbarians and uncivilized we bring the light of truth

Santina watches us from the starry sky

with her compassion in our hearts,
we cannot fail

The faith of the Dome is a fantastic concept and offer the chance to play preachers in a stranger land, missionaries and crusaders who wish to see everyone unite under the ligth of the sages and far from the darkness of the wheel deities

This is s good chance for play outcasted or not welcomed PC of good alligment, people who came for help and heal the many refugees for convert and preach the Dome, sage Santina seems the best suited for this idea but all the sages can do.

Race: Any
Class: Any, with special focus on Clerics and healers.
Alignment: non-Evil
Religion: all unfeared sages..or even feared if you can hide it well.

Hope to give someone interess 😉

Is not worthy

Nothing is worthy

Love is dead

My muse is gone

I cant see a dream

I cant see a goal

A purpose

What should i do with my life?

With no past i can only go forward

But no path is open for me

I will smash my head agaist this wall

Until it break

Fuck you Ephia's well

Die

Die

Die

Die

Dear S/r Karl,

Please find enclosed a letter. I suggest you copy it in your own handwriting, for it is important that the reader see the tremblings of your heart and the passion of your soul translated into calligraphy. Adding a flower to the parcel may also be of use to your purpose. Finally, as I have always mentioned, donning a White cloak and joining the League of White is known to drive women /mad/ with desire.

Yours,

Alejandro Benjazar

[Within this little letter, there is another]

[hide]My dearest,

I tremble as I write this, but I feel write it I must... For when I gaze upon you, my heart burns and words turn to ashes. Under your shimmering gaze, oh beloved, I am reduced and, unable to speak, struggle to form sentences that may express the depths and weight of my feelings. I hope you may forgive me, then, as I set them to paper.

Beautiful Elossi, the moment I saw you I thought I was dreaming... For the music was ringing softly and you emerged, from the fragrant clouds of the pipes,  with a smile as  resplendent as all of the Sultan's treasures. Your beauty, Elossi, has no peer in the Well. Your mane of shimmering onyx adorned with gold, your lips of red, the pearl-like shine of your smile... Oh, how I longed to be the figs in your fingers, so sweet you'd want to bite! Oh, how I longed to be the silk embracing your curves, the cushions upon which you rest, the wine which touches your lips... How I long to be yours, Elossi!

I know I am but a young and inexperienced admirer... Likely, but one of the thousands upon thousands who visit your lounge and are trapped in the snares of your countless charms. But oh, Elossi, I can offer you loyalty unparalelled and love neverending. Would you let me, oh Pearl of the Well? Would you make me the most elated man in the Disk? I await your response with bated breath.

Your slave,

Karl Oleifson  [/hide]

// the letter is been recieved, copied by hand, and keeped in the oathseeker possesions after he burned the original in the krak's fire

He just want to figth

no purpose, no goal, no dreams, no nothing

Just figth

figth for the sake of figthing

He is a anathema to all i believe.

I figth because i have no other choice, i figth because in this world there are things worth protect, dreams worthy safeguard.

He figth for destroy dreams

I hate him