05-23-2019, 11:49 AM
Dear Ralinwood,
Einher ravaged your shores and caused much damage, hurt many people and caused strains between friends and family alike. Oxford and I have discussed and determined it's only fair that you know why.
Twenty years ago, I went down to a place under Antioch known as the Abyss. It is a forbidden, dangerous place where only the foolish tread. There, I observed the Trench Griffons; massive, powerful beasts that seeped alchemy in their veins and made toothpicks out of femurs. Territorial and vicious, I spent almost fifteen years documenting them; their lives, their eating and breeding habits, everything. It almost cost me my life many times.
My alchemist guild and I, the Nightshade Collective, decided that having a Trench Griffon of our own would unlock so many secrets of alchemy we never dreamed possible. We agreed to obtain one of the eggs for our own and raise it. We agreed to be non-invasive, to use some of its feathers and tears and drool and fur and the gems it naturally sheds. We formulated a growing plan and even hired a bard to teach us how to imitate the noises of the parents.
When we went to get the egg, fifteen of my students and closest friends lost their lives. Bleeding, battered, broken, I returned with the egg to my guildhouse, only to be banished from Antioch for my foolishness.
I rebuilt. I opened another guildhouse about five years ago, where I met Oxford and we established our guild on the surface. The egg was kept in private but research on it continued. They have a gestation that can become dormant if the needs are not met, so it was easy to continue the process of hatching.
But one day a Bothnian Einher by the name of Rowf joined my collective. After a few weeks, he revealed that he didn't want to research the egg, he wanted to take charge of it. He tried to steal it, to buy it, to trick me into giving it to him. After he was kicked out, his Jarl came and offered me an army, land, anything I wanted if i just hand over the egg. Do not believe their lies, I did not steal it from them nor did they lose anything but dignity in their pursuit of it.
And when I refused they burned my guildhouse to the ground.
By chance, Oxford and I escaped and ran for the skein gate with the egg. We cut a deal and they sent us here.
We tried to rebuild while keeping a low profile. I am sorry we had to lie to you. They found us, though, and you saw what happened.
I was captured and Oxford hid. I gave the egg's locked box and key to people. I do not know who. That was my final defense.
I was charmed and then tortured. I was beaten. I had tubes of alchemy draining directly into my blood so I would have no second to recover from the doses. My eyes were sealed shut by acid. Nausea alchemy was pumped directly into my stomach, but I did not yield because I did not see who I gave the box to.
I do not know where my egg is, but I pray it is still safe. I worry the Einher may have obtained it.
If not, any information would be appreciated and rewarded. You can find me at the pavillions. Please, return my egg to me. It is my life's work and I have already lost so many and so much over it. I will be a good mother and share the alchemic triumphs with the town.
Signed,
Acrisia Venemicus
Einher ravaged your shores and caused much damage, hurt many people and caused strains between friends and family alike. Oxford and I have discussed and determined it's only fair that you know why.
Twenty years ago, I went down to a place under Antioch known as the Abyss. It is a forbidden, dangerous place where only the foolish tread. There, I observed the Trench Griffons; massive, powerful beasts that seeped alchemy in their veins and made toothpicks out of femurs. Territorial and vicious, I spent almost fifteen years documenting them; their lives, their eating and breeding habits, everything. It almost cost me my life many times.
My alchemist guild and I, the Nightshade Collective, decided that having a Trench Griffon of our own would unlock so many secrets of alchemy we never dreamed possible. We agreed to obtain one of the eggs for our own and raise it. We agreed to be non-invasive, to use some of its feathers and tears and drool and fur and the gems it naturally sheds. We formulated a growing plan and even hired a bard to teach us how to imitate the noises of the parents.
When we went to get the egg, fifteen of my students and closest friends lost their lives. Bleeding, battered, broken, I returned with the egg to my guildhouse, only to be banished from Antioch for my foolishness.
I rebuilt. I opened another guildhouse about five years ago, where I met Oxford and we established our guild on the surface. The egg was kept in private but research on it continued. They have a gestation that can become dormant if the needs are not met, so it was easy to continue the process of hatching.
But one day a Bothnian Einher by the name of Rowf joined my collective. After a few weeks, he revealed that he didn't want to research the egg, he wanted to take charge of it. He tried to steal it, to buy it, to trick me into giving it to him. After he was kicked out, his Jarl came and offered me an army, land, anything I wanted if i just hand over the egg. Do not believe their lies, I did not steal it from them nor did they lose anything but dignity in their pursuit of it.
And when I refused they burned my guildhouse to the ground.
By chance, Oxford and I escaped and ran for the skein gate with the egg. We cut a deal and they sent us here.
We tried to rebuild while keeping a low profile. I am sorry we had to lie to you. They found us, though, and you saw what happened.
I was captured and Oxford hid. I gave the egg's locked box and key to people. I do not know who. That was my final defense.
I was charmed and then tortured. I was beaten. I had tubes of alchemy draining directly into my blood so I would have no second to recover from the doses. My eyes were sealed shut by acid. Nausea alchemy was pumped directly into my stomach, but I did not yield because I did not see who I gave the box to.
I do not know where my egg is, but I pray it is still safe. I worry the Einher may have obtained it.
If not, any information would be appreciated and rewarded. You can find me at the pavillions. Please, return my egg to me. It is my life's work and I have already lost so many and so much over it. I will be a good mother and share the alchemic triumphs with the town.
Signed,
Acrisia Venemicus
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Please do NOT contact me here, or on facebook.