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Love Note
My Husband & Lover,
I write while soaking in a luxurious bath in the ambassador suite. As my body soaks in the water, I am reminded of our very first visit to Karpri. I also still remember the shocked look on your face when I accepted your suggestion in jest to honeymoon there. Do you still think me as shy as you did then? It seems you were able to melchaen baruk bar kolen. I wish that you were here in the tub with me now, for I am not feeling shy tonight....
Expect me home in one tenday.
Your Yunoko


P.S.: It may be in your best interest to draw a bath for me when I arrive....

Session: 116th Game Session - Monday, Jul 27 2020 from 6:00 PM to 9:00 PM
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Correspondence 10
My Husband & Lover,
Mieko has given birth, surrounded by a number of my fellow agents. He is male. He is less monstrous than his father; only his eyes and his teeth bear any hints of his fiendish heritage.
I still have failed to track down whence the imposter came to Wa or what his intentions may be, but I am told that even Elminster is concerned with what this all may imply. As best I can tell, the false Kando has not made any attempt to retake the throne, perhaps because the power of the shogunate is so much greater now than when he last ruled, (even more so now that Matasuuri Nagahide has come into power.) However, we believe that he is actively scheming, even if it is only toward his idea of retribution against his bastard child and his offspring. You already know that we apprehended two men at night near the safe house last month. Both men slit their own throats with a shattered wooden food plate each in their holding cells a few days ago, once it became clear that they were to be released. It seems that they felt safer in custody than in freedom.
I passed on to my superiors your idea of allowing mother and child to hide at our own vacation home, and they liked the idea and are already acting on it. Khelben himself is arranging for Mieko and her infant to be smuggled out by spelljammer from the port in Waterdeep. They are creating a new identity for her as well.
I shall be home in two tendays, foreseeing no further interruptions to my official duties here at court. (Of course, with the slaughter of Chauntea’s worshipers by the shogun, things will be tense in Azoun’s throne room....)
You are sorely missed by my mind, my body, and my soul.
Your Yunoko


The Year of the Wandering Maiden

Session: 116th Game Session - Monday, Jul 27 2020 from 6:00 PM to 9:00 PM
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Correspondence 9
Husband & Lover,
First, know that I am safe. However, it sorrows me to tell you that my plans in Cormyr have changed suddenly, and I will not be able to return when I had hoped.
When I had finished presenting my report on imperial affairs to the king, a distraught woman, also Wanese and heavy with child, entered the court, begging his majesty for asylum. I will share as much of her story as I can recall.
She had been at home in her kitchen one day in Taan, when she heard loud voices in her husband's room. She heard her husband say, "But I killed you!" The other answered, "Yes, indeed you did, and that is, of course, why I am here to see you." "Do you think that I fear you? Slay me quickly and end my miserable existence." "That would be letting you off too easily," said the other. "I am here to take the life of your son." "He is your seed also!" said her husband. "What need have I for offspring; am I not immortal? I coupled with you mother for nothing more than pleasure." She heard her husband roar and the sound of fighting. She hid herself in the bottom space of a cabinet. Several minutes later, she saw through the gap in the cabinet doors what she described as "orange, furry, clawed feet." The creature paused; then it spoke. "I can hear your thoughts, woman. Do not fear; I have nothing against you, at least not yet, but I will return to slay your son when he is born, because I promised your husband that I would do so. So, do not grow too attached to him. And do not try to hide him from me; I will find him, and then I will no longer be so kind to you."
The monster left, and she found her husband's decapitated body. She fled at once and came all the way west to Suzail from the Wastes.
After she had presented her case and been led out of the court, I took her aside. Seeing that I was also of mixed descent, she opened up further to me. Though she called him her husband, I cannot call the man, the beast, that; he had taken her by force and kept her locked away in the house. She was a slave, not a wife. His death had meant her freedom, (from one fear, and the introduction of another.) She took the keys to her own home from his dead body. I call him a beast, not solely for his vile evil but also because he was not human; he had fanged teeth, and his hands she described as "backwards, with the palms facing the wrong way." She told me that his name was Eichiro, and it sounded familiar to me.
Last night, I searched through the Harper records and confirmed my suspicion. Goshukara Eichiro was the bastard child suspected of slaying the emperor several generations ago before vanishing from Wa.
I am sure that you must understand the significance of all this; the emperor Kando was an imposter!
So, I shall need to stay here at least a tenday longer to report to my superiors and investigate further. I am also going to escort this woman, Mieko, to one of the Harper safe houses, to remain there at least until she delivers.
I miss you and urge you not to worry overly much for my safety. You know that I can take care of myself. I shall return home to your warm arms soon.
Your Yunoko


The Year of the Dark Dragon

Session: 116th Game Session - Monday, Jul 27 2020 from 6:00 PM to 9:00 PM
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Correspondence 8
My Long-Ago Companion,
I was at first delighted to have received your letter, having gone so long—has it been over a decade?—without hearing from you, but upon completion of reading it, I found myself deeply concerned for your safety. Is living among the dark elves the wisest place to fulfill your wife's last mission? Could not you have done the same in Calimshan or Thay? It will be a drastic change moving from total isolation on tropical, spacious Coliar to a subterranean metropolis in perpetual darkness. At least you will be on the same world as I now, and I did not neglect to see your promise to visit me again. I wonder if we would even recognize each other. We are nearly old men now, are we not?
As for my goings-about, my work requires frequent visits to the Plane of Earth for materials—there is not enough clay on my island—and I have a permanent portal connection there now. It is not the most beautiful place to visit as a whole, but I think that you would find some of the subterranean crystal caverns breathtaking.
About a year ago, I made a significant improvement in my creations, a large enough change to warrant a new name for them. I call these Forokell, and they have free will—or at least something akin to it—what the Lillikell were lacking. I would not quite call it true creativity, but they make decisions and take actions without having to be commanded.
They are like children to me, Ronan, and again I am struck with how uniquely we have fulfilled our old dreams to have children of our own—you supporting so many lost children and me creating my own. I sense from one of your brief comments in your last letter that perhaps you might not approve of my solution. No doubt, you have chosen the nobler path, but creation is also an act of good, is it not?
I wish that we could have such a discussion face to face, young R & R once again....
~Rembas
Session: 116th Game Session - Monday, Jul 27 2020 from 6:00 PM to 9:00 PM
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Correspondence 7
Tarsakh, the Year of the Turret
"Rembas", My Dear Friend,
I write for two reasons. First, I must tell you of the most amazing discovery upon one of my recent voyages through the phlogiston. We found an empty sphere! There were no astronomical bodies of any kind: no planets, no fire bodies, not even portals on the inner shell. It was simply empty darkness. It was large enough to contain a system a quarter the size of Realmspace, yet it was utterly empty. Never do the wonders of wildspace fail to amaze me!
Now, second, the more serious matter and the one over which I have internally debated for many hours, to decide whether I should write these words or remain silent. Perhaps, I speak too rashly about matters on which it is not my place to comment. Yet I care greatly for you, my long friend, so I shall loose my tongue, or, rather, my pen.
Rereading an old letter of yours triggered a realization in me, in a manner likely unexpected by you. You wrote that we each have different ways of dealing with the loss of our beloved wives. This is true. However, I am growing to believe that each of our methods of so dealing are neither healthy nor beneficial for our souls.
To be frank and risk placing a barrier between us, I have been concerned from the moment that you first started creating golems and more than golems. (Please hear my tone of concern for you.) I say that Avilda was too harsh, far too harsh, in her response to you; you know this. However, I would be lying if I did not admit that she and I at least shared the same concern.
I fear that this admission of mine will hurt our deep friendship, but let me share with you mine own journey to wisdom as an example that I hope you may choose to follow.
At first, I wrongfully thought that my solution to grief was better than yours. In reality, it was no different. We both hid ourselves in our respective works; we both hid, though our works have been very different. I fooled myself by thinking that my way was better because I knew that Yunoko approved of it, even encouraged it. She told me directly, when once we had discussed how we would each go on living upon the death of the other that she hoped that I would continue to follow my dreams and explore the spheres. No doubt, my journeys over these many years have brought some small periods of happiness and no little amount of wonder, but they did not change me into a better person or change the fact of my deep loneliness and loss. Nay, they were but a distraction from my grief; they healed me not of it. Nor did they bring honor to her memory. Far worse, they caused me to begin to forget her!
But I cannot forget her. Yunoko was the most giving, selfless, and courageous woman whom I have ever known. She faced the evil of the world, and of the planes, and fought bravely against it, while, here, I have run from trials and conflict.
I have decided to stop running; my time of fleeing grief and hoarding my wealth and my talents is over. I have recently begun

Session: 116th Game Session - Monday, Jul 27 2020 from 6:00 PM to 9:00 PM
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Correspondence 6
Forgive me for the long delay in responding to your previous letter. I still do not understand why it is that you have chosen to live on such a muggy and isolated world, when there are many other places to hide that are more pleasant, but at least we live in the same crystal sphere again!
You may be interested to learn that I have a new version of my Kell. Physically, I have used the same techniques as I did on my many varieties of Ainvikell. These models, however, look human—or like any other race that I wish—but I have taken liberties with their appearances—skin colors and designs, for example—making them unique as individuals but also unique as a group—my own race.
These I call Lillikell, and I have made a major improvement in their minds. I have sought to duplicate as much of the magic of the legendary memory stones as I can. (As I have never gained access to an actual elven memory stone, I assume that my synthetic mind is less powerful than it could be.) Even so, my Lillikell are self-aware, unlike any true golem. However, they seem to have no free will to make true decisions at all, though they can use logic to solve mental problems beyond what any crude automaton can do. They simply follow whatever it is that I command, but they definitely are aware of their own existence. If I have not commanded them, they do only whatever is required for survival. As I described to you before, my creatures have organs as we do, and so they must consume food and breathe air. This I failed to explain in detail to you before. I have programmed their minds so that they must sleep to clear space in their memory banks from needless information that would eventually overwhelm their ability to learn useful things.
Yes, is it not amazing? They can learn. I have several acting as perfect servants. I feel like a king in how I am now pampered by my metaphorical children.
It would delight me to no end to have you meet one of my Lillikell.
I await your response with expectation.
~"Rembas"

Session: 116th Game Session - Monday, Jul 27 2020 from 6:00 PM to 9:00 PM
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Correspondence 5
Good Ronan,
Has it really been five years since we last corresponded? Are you even in the same crystal sphere as I? Nevertheless, I could think of no one else with whom I would wish to share this exciting news.
I have created life, Ronan, true life. I call the newest construct an Ainvikell—animal-Kell. Do not doubt me in this; it is so much more than a simple golem. It is true flesh, not clay. It has organs as do you and I, but it is not one of those crude and gruesome so-called "flesh" golems either. No, I crafted and created each part individually with utmost care; I did not steal from the dead bodies of others as lesser creators do. In many ways, this Ainvikell, it exceeds our frail human bodies. I made its skeleton of adamantine, but its physical similarity to my older Kell ends there. I made its skin and organs from clay that I turned to flesh, as appropriate to each separate organ, one by one. (I have not yet determined a way to make hair grow, so for now, this creature's fur is of a permanent length, embedded in its skin.) The mild regenerative qualities that true golems have I have maintained, allowing me to construct my creations piece by piece without the ghastly use of stitching. My Ainvikell has no seams. Inspired by some of my earliest clockwork toys, my first Ainvikell is a silly round "animal" of my own design. It has two legs and a tail and locomotes by rolling, something that I have never seen in any natural animal, which is one of the reasons why I tried out the design. (I had also been remembering my wife and needed some humor.) I already have several blueprints for further designs. I almost giggle with glee—like when we were playing children together—at some of my Ainvikell ideas, and I cannot wait to show them to you. I am sure that you will laugh.
Notably, I have not entrapped the spirit of an elemental being in my creations; my creations live by a fusion of elemental essence with positive energy. (I would have to explain to you the details in person, as I do not have the space for it here.)
I do miss the companionship that we once shared, debating such hypothetical matters of the multiverse. The time passes too quickly. Perhaps you could find the means to visit Toril again. Surely, the danger has passed by now? ~"Rembas"

Session: 116th Game Session - Monday, Jul 27 2020 from 6:00 PM to 9:00 PM
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Correspondence 4
"Ronan",
How delightful it was to have you visit me on my new island, and how precious the memories will remain in my mind of our journey to Bral together! I cannot express how much it means to me that you have paused in your explorations to help me start afresh.
Since your departure only a few short days ago, I have stumbled upon the most incredible discovery. Within the caves where my Kell have been digging to create space for my planned subterranean abode, expanding from the sea cave that you found, my constructs found dark green crystals in vast quantities. Having read once about green gems being used in defensive towers along a trade route through the desert of the Empires of the Sands as a magical focus, on a whim, I tested the effects of casting simple magics upon the lodes. To my astonishment, the area that my spells could affect was expanded. If I recall correctly, such gems were mined exclusively from a single small mountain chain in southwest Faerûn. Was the name of the range Ombar? Omrar? If so, I have come upon not only a fortune—at a fitting time, since my life's savings are running low—but also a new component for my work.
Do I dare request so soon that you spare me another visit? Your knowledge of such things exceeds mine.
~"Rembas"

Session: 116th Game Session - Monday, Jul 27 2020 from 6:00 PM to 9:00 PM
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Correspondence 3
"Ronan", My Dear Friend,
After my last letter—and its languishing tone—I thought it kindest to reply with haste, lest you fear my death at mine own hands. I live, and, more, I intend to, henceforth, largely in part because of your wise and compassionate words to me. Have no further fears regarding the health of my mind. I still grieve—I suppose that I always shall—yet I have found new purpose in my work.
I erected a simple wooden shelter here on this island—which is truly a small paradise—and have unpacked my laboratory from my beached vessel and set up shop. I have created a new model of clockwork golem, an advanced nimblewright, but—I know it sounds arrogant—it is the finest specimen of this type that I have ever beheld. I call it a Kell, a word that I made up from the top of my head because of how it sounds to me.
My time in isolation has allowed me to ponder more deeply the theory within the several golem manuals that I own; I cannot help but feel that the priests of Gond who recorded these secrets were missing key information. There are limitations in wood, stone, and metal not present in flesh, and limitations in the latter not found in the former. (Nor will I ever attempt to create a vile homunculus again.) No, there must be a better way. I wish that I had the space to share my latest ideas with you, but you shall have to come visit me here. However, to assess my new ideas will require a great deal more research on my part, and such knowledge is obviously not to be found on my tiny island. I am going to have to begin traveling about—and I suspect that my destinations will take me beyond this plane. I suspect that you can aid me in this. Did your parents limit their travels to the material, or have they sailed through the Astral as well? In any case, I covet a visit. I include a token that will help you find my island. With your flying ship, I suspect that you will not be hindered in locating me. Please, do come. It has been too long.
I have rambled on about my work, and I feel that it has diluted the tone with which I opened this letter. I cannot express how much I valued your words to me. Truly, I thank you for a second life.
~"Bremas"

Session: 116th Game Session - Monday, Jul 27 2020 from 6:00 PM to 9:00 PM
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Correspondence 2
Friend,
If you have tried to reach me in these last several months, I am no longer on Lantan, nor do I have any plans to ever go back. I set sail into the ocean, with all my possessions, leaving nothing behind for anyone to remember me by. I left with no course, wholly at the mercy of Umberlee, but she thought it better to torment me with life and drove me to an isolated and uninhabited island. I am here alone, utterly alone.
How could she have done this to me? Was it my fault? Did she not see how desperately I wanted her dreams to come true as well? Did I ever treat her poorly? Did she forget about love? Did she ever love me at all?
I am a miserable excuse for a man right now, my friend. You would not even recognize me. I spend my days lying in the sand, until the sun burns my skin. At night, the rain soaks my clothes. I eat nothing. I pray each day that I will not wake the next morning, but the gods ignore my prayers, and another day always comes.
How did you go on? How were able to live again?
~Samber
Session: 116th Game Session - Monday, Jul 27 2020 from 6:00 PM to 9:00 PM
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Correspondence 1
Dearest Friend,
"Avilda and I send our condolences."
What a stupid and trite means of expressing what I truly feel, but there are no words, so I can simply write the standard ones. Language fails me. Life has failed you, has failed Yunoko, and so unfair it is. Where are the gods in this? Never have I met a woman as noble as Yunoko, and never have I known a man so good as you, Onran.
The last few days since I received the word, I have walked about in a daze. I cannot begin to fathom what you must be feeling in this time, and I truly wish that I could share in your grief if it could somehow bring you comfort.
If ever there was a time when I wished that we were not on the opposite sides of the planet, it is now.
If you need anything that I can provide, please do not hesitate to ask.
And, Onran, my true friend. Please be careful for yourself. Whoever did this may come after you as well.
~Samber
Session: 116th Game Session - Monday, Jul 27 2020 from 6:00 PM to 9:00 PM
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Yashiera's Second Letter
Belvin, I admit that I am happy at the prospect of meeting you again. The journey to Ul’sahab, however, is difficult. First, you must travel to the westernmost of the Marching Mountains. If one follows the Calim River from Keltar north to the foothills, the river turns sharply to the east. After 10 or 15 miles, it curves noticeably to the north again. After another 10 or 15 miles, you will reach another elbow. This is where one must leave the river and journey north into the foothills. This next leg of the journey is about 20 miles. Keep the tallest mountain ahead of you slightly to the left and ascent over the hills and smaller mountains to the saddle. On that saddle, search for an ancient plinth upon which rests a vase. Fill the vase with water and then depart from the area. Do not remain in sight of the vase. Someone will locate you and lead you the rest of the way to Mount Abbalayat.
~Yash
Session: 102nd Game Session - Wednesday, Jun 13 2018 from 5:00 PM to 8:00 PM
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Yashiera's First Letter
Belvin, I promised that no commitment or responsibility is expected from you. That promise remains, but nevertheless I felt that you should at least know: You have a daughter. She was born only this morning, a full tenday early, but she is healthy, as am I, though I am exhausted. She has your ears and your color but my fingers and eyes. She will have the gift. In Calishite culture, it is the father who names the child. If you wish—but feel no pressure—as the father of an Abbalaya, you cannot be forbidden to visit our city of U’lsahab on Mount Abbalayat. Few are given such an opportunity. Your companions may come with you, if you desire it, and I can look into your futures again, if that pleases you. The option is yours. If you choose to come see her, simply speak my name, and your answer will be delivered to me. I can then send you detailed directions about how to find the way safely up the mountain.
With fondness,
~Yash

Session: 101st Game Session - Wednesday, Apr 18 2018 from 5:00 PM to 8:00 PM
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