Post by Lydia on Apr 22, 2012 22:18:13 GMT -7
To any future adventurers who might find themselves waylaid on the Isle of Yarrow D'eca,
Well, let me just get you started. You're probably coming across this priceless letter years and years after my illustrious empire has fallen into the ruins of time forgotten, which is the only reason why this letter would have been left untouched and as it is in the first place. In fact, I'll be surprised if it's still intact, since this is just plain old leather I found and I'm scribing on it with animal blood, which is a pretty poor substitute for ink.
Such is the resourcefulness required to eke out a living here! Now, what you need to know is, this island is horribly cursed. Rather than risk death on the stormy plains and the long-forgotten path to the Plateau of the Gods, I and my friends chose to remain here in this fantastic utopian village. We had been shipwrecked after nearly completing a journey to my holy homeland, Yarrowica. My knights and handmaiden survived the crash thanks to a valiant effort on part of the crew, but bless their hearts, no one else did. Such is the price of royalty: this guilt has been mine to bear ever since.
Anyway, I'm wasting hides. Point is, this town and others like it are under the divine and enduring protection of my power as a goddess-born member of the ruling class. I've taken under my wing the clan of the Hawk, and with the help of the other clans we've banished the ugly zombie minions of the world beyond our wall.
That's right, the dead walk, here. You should probably be prepared for that.
My priest, Bek, has located some vermin known as pirates who seek to torment the kindly native people here, who have obviously and wisely submitted to our leadership since our arrival. We're going to sail off to deal with these pests shortly to protect the place, but if for any reason I should not return, know this:
There's some gold I buried under the third palm tree from the rock that looks like a horse's ass. Pocket change, really, but you never know when that could come in handy.
Well, let me just get you started. You're probably coming across this priceless letter years and years after my illustrious empire has fallen into the ruins of time forgotten, which is the only reason why this letter would have been left untouched and as it is in the first place. In fact, I'll be surprised if it's still intact, since this is just plain old leather I found and I'm scribing on it with animal blood, which is a pretty poor substitute for ink.
Such is the resourcefulness required to eke out a living here! Now, what you need to know is, this island is horribly cursed. Rather than risk death on the stormy plains and the long-forgotten path to the Plateau of the Gods, I and my friends chose to remain here in this fantastic utopian village. We had been shipwrecked after nearly completing a journey to my holy homeland, Yarrowica. My knights and handmaiden survived the crash thanks to a valiant effort on part of the crew, but bless their hearts, no one else did. Such is the price of royalty: this guilt has been mine to bear ever since.
Anyway, I'm wasting hides. Point is, this town and others like it are under the divine and enduring protection of my power as a goddess-born member of the ruling class. I've taken under my wing the clan of the Hawk, and with the help of the other clans we've banished the ugly zombie minions of the world beyond our wall.
That's right, the dead walk, here. You should probably be prepared for that.
My priest, Bek, has located some vermin known as pirates who seek to torment the kindly native people here, who have obviously and wisely submitted to our leadership since our arrival. We're going to sail off to deal with these pests shortly to protect the place, but if for any reason I should not return, know this:
There's some gold I buried under the third palm tree from the rock that looks like a horse's ass. Pocket change, really, but you never know when that could come in handy.