A short letter to Estellise Azimi

[zerotje]

Apothar Estellise Azimi,

It was many days ago I heard a bellow for my name from thee.
Then also this news reached me via word of mouth again.

Did you still wish to meet?

I'm ever enthusiastic to expand my candy, baking and cooking business.
For it is not just a business, it is my life's goal to bring happy smiles to Ephia's Well denizens.

With kind regards,

Alfred Delafosse

[cmenden]

Dear Alfred Delafosse,

A go-between acquired from you what I was seeking, so I de-prioritized coming to find you.

That said, I've gone through the entire supply and could use more, so I will seek you out in the near future.

Of particular interest to me are sweet treats (for a friend not for me) the rarer and more impressive the better.

Regards,
Estellise Azimi

[zerotje]

Apothar Estellise Azimi,

All you received were hard candy!

Now that I know this particular wish, I will amaze you with a much more varied array of sweets and sweet-cakes.

You........r friend will love it!

I don't know if I am after gold though.
I would prefer public praise, advertisements or in private circles to have my name circulate.

The Art of baking, cooking and candymaking, I am the greatest at!
I hope Ephia's Well elite shall hear of my name.

I will meet you when I am done creating your order.

With kind regards,

Alfred Delafosse
Delafosse Delights

[cmenden]

Dear Alfred Delafosse,

Ideally you will have a chance to read this after the Janissaries have seen to your punishment.

You were a fool to attack me, so I would hear your reasoning in writing.

Allow me to get things started with some questions to dissect your choices.

Why take issue with my words if you were not a Brooker? Why return to the College if you were? Why attack me if you wish me to praise your work? Why defy a fatespinner at all?

Have you so little regard for your own future?

By attacking me you have lost everything you hold dear.

Precious little remains to take from you at this point so I merely have questions and will take whatever answers you are willing to part with.

Regards,
Estellise Azimi

[zerotje]

Dear Estellise Azimi,

Thank you for your letter. I did not expect it, to be frank.
That I reply so swiftly is only due to the fact I require to send a lot of people a lot of letters right now.

I struck you, because Lynneth did. I was a Student and she a Balladeer.

When you strike upon an unwanted intruder, would you not wish your Nadiri to follow suit?

I'm no Brooker. The charges were dropped.

What would you wish to make ammends?

With kind regards,

Alfred Delafosse
Delafosse Delights

[cmenden]

Dear Alfred Delafosse,

A̷̫̙̝̳̿̿̋̀l̸̢̢̮͈̓͒̾̅ɒ̵̖̯͗͑̃̂͜ͅƨ̵̧̘̺̓͒́͒ͅ,̸̬̘̫̮̽̄̽̃ ̴̨̢͉̦͋̅̓̍q̸̡̼͔̭́̈́̀͑o̸̻͍͇͉̽̔͂̆o̵͉̺̣̠͛̈́́́ɿ̸̨̱̻͔̉̓̋̌ ̵̞̬̳͍̽̎̿̀A̵̤̻̬͔̾̋̏͗l̴̢̛̪͎̝͆̄͐ʇ̶̥̟̯̼̓̋͐͋ɿ̴̖̖̱̝̈́̽̅͗ɘ̶̢̬̗͎̍̍͋͘b̶̡̦͚̹̿̋̏͝,̷͓̖̯̗̓̎̎̿ ̷̡̩͇̺͛̈̓͝ƨ̸̛͓͉̺̹͋͛̀ǒ̵͇͍̼̲͌͐͋ ̴̜͓̘̞̽̿͠͝ʇ̸̫̥̰͔̈́̃̕͠ō̵͉̰͖͑́̍ͅo̷͇̩̝̘͐͐̆̌l̴̹̩̺͓̍̎͊͠ĭ̸̢̢̢̛̟̿͠ƨ̵̹̟̖̮̿̓̅͝ʜ̴̣͚̰̱͆̅͒͌ ̶͚͉̱̖̌́͒͝ɒ̴̨͍͖̾̃͆̆͜n̴̨͖̗͚̽̏̅͆ḅ̸͇̠̲̇̐̓͝ ̶̥̠̰̆̓̔͘ͅd̴͇̼͙͊͂̿́ͅl̴͉͔̪̜̈́͊͝i̵̧̛̲͔̳̔͌̀n̵̖̣͕͈̋̋͂̕b̷̼͔̼̞́̑̈́́,̷̡̲̫̼̐̆̄͛
W̶̰̺̥̤̋̇̈́̊ʜ̷͔͈̜̺̿͋̀͐o̵͙̼̲͇̎̒̅̑ ̴̧̧͖̰̏̔͑͠ƨ̶̣̼̟̪̒̑̾͠ǫ̷̩͈͖̀͐̋́υ̴̡͚͍̲͐̍̋̐ϱ̴̢̼̯̮̽̉̀̈́ʜ̶̤̱̝̬̑̽͘͘Ɉ̸̣̱̰̫̇͆̽͘ ̶̮̥͇̦̍͒͑͆Ɉ̷̙̻̮̄̔̆̾͜ő̶͉̤̮̍̚͠ͅ ̵̡̰̼̫̈̎͑̀ʜ̸̢̟͍̩͒̂̋̒ɒ̴̞͉͖͍͌́͝͝ɿ̵̧̦̝̩̍̈́̚͘m̶̤͎͈̱̌̐̍̔ ̴̢̻̪̬̋͐́͝m̷̯͉͎̯̂̎̔͂ɘ̴̡͈̖̬͑̄̒̈́,̷͎͙͍͕̌͗̈́͘ ̶̟͇̟̄̾̃͆ͅd̵͈̭͕̼̒͗̓̄υ̶̩̮̗͙̑͋̇͝Ɉ̸̫̬͍͓̾͛̈́̏ ̶̨̦̤̠͊̀̃̕ʇ̷̼̖̝̄̃̌͗͜ɒ̴̤͙̮̠͗͐̌͛Ɉ̷̛̻͎̰̔̓͜͝ɘ̵̹̼̞͐̈̎͌͜ ̵̨̰͇̘̂̅̚͝ẅ̴̧̫̗̺̏̄͑ɒ̴̢̤͇͉̈̄̐̄ƨ̸̢̠͎̜̃̀͒͒ ̶̞̺̺̽̓̀̌ͅυ̶̧̻͖̬̐̃̊̉n̶̗̤̹̮͗͒̽̈́ʞ̶̡̬͈͛̇̀̇ͅí̸̢̤̪̟͠͠͠n̶̟̜̰̲͗͑͌̓b̵̪͔̣͍̾̃̑͘.̶̮̪͔̞̀͐̈͝
Ẅ̸̼̪̬͍́́́̚i̴̭̭͉̦̓͋͝͠Ɉ̷̧̛̝̯̹́̈́͝ʜ̵̨̛̪͙̠̓̒̐ ̴̭͕̦̠̊̈́̀̚ʇ̴̼̰̜̜̎͆̒͝ɘ̴̘̝̜͛̃̾͘͜ɘ̵̺̹̪͍̀̽͆͝d̷͔̙̮̹̓̆͌̕l̷̟̖͖̫̊̾̽̚ɘ̶̢̛̟̪̫̽͌̇ ̸̨͚͖͖̄̿̀͝ɒ̷̭̳͇̹͐͒͝͝Ɉ̶̞̟̺̱̍͌̃̉Ɉ̸̨̛͖̮̟̈́̀̎ɘ̴͈͖̣͎́̔̅̀m̵̟̞̱̥̅͐͊͗q̵̭̻̮̠̂̈̊͝Ɉ̸̥̭͓̬͛̓̕͠ƨ̴̩̥͖̪̆͐̓́,̷͇̙͙̞͑͋̏͋ ̴̯͓̘̰͂̎͒͘ʜ̸̧̺̟̲̽̆́͝ɘ̸̣̮̠͗́̓͛ͅ ̴͎̘̬̱̆́͝͝ƨ̴̢̩̗̮̊̑̐̎Ɉ̵̞͚̟̼̓̾̆̇ΰ̴̨͉͉̫̿͌̕m̶̪̗̩̰͛̑̿͘ḑ̴̱̥̥̒͒͝͠l̵̡̺̥̹̍͊͗̅ɘ̷̰̖̘̦͌͊̏̐b̴̳͕̫̗͋̄͂̅ ̴͖͖̖̯̂̒̑̇ì̴̛̖̬͍̤̑͆n̸̹̙̪̲͆̆͠͝ ̵̛͎͙̘̏̈͌ͅƨ̵̧̡̠̲̉̐͑̀Ɉ̴̧͖̯̜̿̄̽͝ɿ̸̥̠͍̤̓͐́͒i̶͈̼͚̖̊̓͐̇ʇ̵̲̻͇̫̄͘͘͝ɘ̸̤͇̬͔̎̀͑̋,̴̶̛̥̲̥̰̹̺̞͌̃̄̎̿̄̚ͅ
Ȃ̸̝̟̹̆̈́̍ͅn̴͖͕͈̦͌̐̃͘b̵̡̧̰̩̅͋̂́ ̷̢̗̖̥͊̽̑̇ṃ̶̡̳͚̓́̐̿ɒ̴̟̲͖͖͐̏̄̌b̶̨̜͙͓͋̄̾͘ɘ̷̢̨͎̜͑̔̈̀ ̵̨͈̣̲̌̎̐͠ɘ̵͉̻̤̰̅͑̇͑v̷̢̨͚̖̾͒͆̕ɘ̵̝̱͉̪͂̀̈́̕ɿ̶͓̤̖̽̈́̋͜͝γ̶̮̦͔̪̎̊͗̐ ̴̺̼̬͔́́̈́̾d̶̥̬̯̩̊͆̀̇l̵͉̺͈͓̇͌̐͘υ̵̭̠̝̗̍̋͗̕n̴̼̹͔̤̈́͂̈́́b̴̝̣̜̓̔̐̂ͅɘ̸̧̧͎͖̒̃͆̚ɿ̶̻̜̦̱̓̈͋͘,̴̧͈̳̥̇͌́͠ ̸̼̹̥͖̂͌͒͛ɒ̴͈̫͖͕̂͗͂̓ ̷̘̖̼͖͑̋̎̕ɔ̷̛͍͍͚͑̇͠ͅo̶͕̼͇̊̓͘͜͠m̵̯̰̙̈́̈́́̀ͅɘ̷͓̥̞̪̅͊̚͝b̵̨̧̯͔́̈́̔͝γ̴̥͔̮͙̈̈́̔̚ ̴̦̠͍̮̈́̆͗͐ő̴̹͓̤̜̊̾͑ʇ̴̡̳̩̝͌̂͆̎ ̷͕̟̫̠̊̉̀̕ḷ̴̖̫̙́̅̎̊i̸̫̟̫̝͑̄͊̈ʇ̵͈̮̩̬̓̈͒̿ɘ̸̢̧̺͈͊̾̌̕.̴̸̶̧̧̧͈̭̘̩̣̮̖̭̿͌̋̌̒̋͛͒̉͂́̍͜

Regards,
Estellise Azimi

[zerotje]

Apothar Estellise Azimi,

Here writes a wretch, Alfred Delafosse.

If you haven't thrown away the letter at the first sentence, I thank you.
People damn me for a curse I haven't asked for.
For the Mark that I did not wish to have.

This is all fine to me, I can carry your hatred. It comes from a good place, I imagine.

I ask you this; How does one rid himself off such a Mark?

The longer it remains on me, the greater the threat.
I do not understand the capabilities of the Djinn.

But I imagine one could spawn from it.
Or perhaps the imprisoned one could contact me.

I do not know, but it must be destroyed. Not for my own sake.

How could we make arrangements?
I will pay whatever price.

[cmenden]

A mark upon his flesh, engraved,
A testament to price he paid.
But foolish mortal does not see
That once made, these pacts he cannot flee.

He pleads for mercy, begs for grace,
But mirrored eyes reflect his face.
No power in heaven or earth can save,
A soul that willingly became a slave.

Oh, Alfred, lost in your own desire,
Now facing everyone's eternal ire.
You thought to cheat and gain it all,
But now endure your swift downfall.

So let this be a cautionary tale,
Of those who seek powers they soon bewail.
For in the pursuit of forbidden art,
They always will find their souls torn apart.

Dear Alfred Delafosse,

Take your own life.

Regards,
Estellise Azimi

[zerotje]

Apothar Estellise Azimi,

It is easy, it is simple, to judge from afar.
I took no Mark for greedy purpose.

I lay bleeding and dying, when I asked to be saved.

I shan't die, I shall rid me off this Mark.

With or Without your help.

I hope you'll never face existential threat you did not deserve or ask for.
Because when you do, you would also choose Life over Death.

We are the same. All of us.

Alfred

[cmenden]

In the fire's embrace, he meets his fate,
A man whose actions deserve no debate.
His hands stained with blood for three lives he stole,
Now he pays the price, with his wicked soul.

He claimed innocence, feigned remorse and sorrow,
But we saw through this facade, no pity we'll borrow.
For those who suffered, their voices will be heard,
In the crackling flames, justice will be spurred.

Let him burn, let his sins be consumed,
May the fire cleanse the mark he assumed.
No tears will be shed nor mournful cries,
As his life extinguishes, only jubilant sighs.

In the ashes he'll find his eternal sleep,
While we, the survivors, our vigil we'll keep.
For those who cannot, we'll exult in his demise,
A fitting end to a man of wicked guise.

Estellise Azimi

[zerotje]

In this verse I shall be blunt.
I think you're a cunt.

Alfred Delafosse