Post by Dustin on Apr 22, 2012 23:08:34 GMT -7
*written on a large leaf, crammed into a vial, and tossed into the ocean*
Dear Headmistress Celeste,
You know how originally I was going to send you a letter every week? Well, I'm still going to do that, but it may be a lot more difficult for you to get them, because it turns out I'm marooned on a tropical island! Make sure to check the beach every week, I'll be sending these messages out in a bottle whenever I can get a bottle, paper, or a leaf to write on.
I immediately met four amazing people! I'm not entirely sure what kind of people they are, but they all survived a terrible shipwreck, so I'm sure they must not be too bad. One of them is the King of Ratcatcher, and other than his title, amnesia has robbed him of all memory. There's also Bek Emberen, the ship's chaplain, who is so skilled at spontaneous matrimonial ceremonies that he can even marry people to inanimate objects! There's also Ro, who's a famous adventurer that's probably been shipwrecked hundreds of times and been perfectly graceful about it. Last is Bob Stark, who enjoys the company of women so much that he'll even pay them to take naps with him.
I put that floating disc spell you taught me to great use moving crates on the first day, and now we've traded away most of the salvageable goods from our ship to the natives, leaving them somewhat more well armed than before and us somewhat better fed. Tonight, I get to have dinner with the matriarch of the village, who is probably the nicest lady I've met on this island, and also the most interesting one (other than the robed scary woman referred to as the Zombie Keeper - or was it Zombie Mistress?). I guess their wizards and priests are not also their rulers, but are still important people in their culture. They've also mentioned that they use giant pools of tar to protect their village from enormous wingless dragons.
The friendly way with which the natives treated us reminded me of your lessons, and that I should never be too quick to judge a book by its cover. The matriarch's willingness to offer us friendship even though she didn't know us at all and had already been raided pirates just proves that it's inside of anyone's heart to meet and trust new people - and both her village and my tiny band of shipwreck survivors benefitted from that open heart. Thank you, matriarch!
Your Faithful Student,
~Estella Bri
Dear Headmistress Celeste,
You know how originally I was going to send you a letter every week? Well, I'm still going to do that, but it may be a lot more difficult for you to get them, because it turns out I'm marooned on a tropical island! Make sure to check the beach every week, I'll be sending these messages out in a bottle whenever I can get a bottle, paper, or a leaf to write on.
I immediately met four amazing people! I'm not entirely sure what kind of people they are, but they all survived a terrible shipwreck, so I'm sure they must not be too bad. One of them is the King of Ratcatcher, and other than his title, amnesia has robbed him of all memory. There's also Bek Emberen, the ship's chaplain, who is so skilled at spontaneous matrimonial ceremonies that he can even marry people to inanimate objects! There's also Ro, who's a famous adventurer that's probably been shipwrecked hundreds of times and been perfectly graceful about it. Last is Bob Stark, who enjoys the company of women so much that he'll even pay them to take naps with him.
I put that floating disc spell you taught me to great use moving crates on the first day, and now we've traded away most of the salvageable goods from our ship to the natives, leaving them somewhat more well armed than before and us somewhat better fed. Tonight, I get to have dinner with the matriarch of the village, who is probably the nicest lady I've met on this island, and also the most interesting one (other than the robed scary woman referred to as the Zombie Keeper - or was it Zombie Mistress?). I guess their wizards and priests are not also their rulers, but are still important people in their culture. They've also mentioned that they use giant pools of tar to protect their village from enormous wingless dragons.
The friendly way with which the natives treated us reminded me of your lessons, and that I should never be too quick to judge a book by its cover. The matriarch's willingness to offer us friendship even though she didn't know us at all and had already been raided pirates just proves that it's inside of anyone's heart to meet and trust new people - and both her village and my tiny band of shipwreck survivors benefitted from that open heart. Thank you, matriarch!
Your Faithful Student,
~Estella Bri