Enderal:Letters

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This page contains all small books with name of 'Letter'. (Also see: Enderal:Notes or Enderal:Papers)

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Mysterious Letter _00E_CQJ02_Letter01_Female 0013C94C 0 0.00 My fair lady,

even though l suppose your holy duties as a holy Keeper take up most of your time, I thought it would be a pity if we wouldn't at least get the chance to make to toast to our past adventure.

Should you find the time, please meet me at the old watchtower at the Southern gate of Ark.

Cordially, Jespar

Mysterious Letter _00E_CQJ02_Letter01_Male 0013C94B 0 0.00 My friend,

even though l suppose your holy duties as a holy Keeper take up most of your time, I thought it would be a pity if we wouldn't at least get the chance to make to toast to our past adventure.

Should you find the time, please meet me at the old watchtower at the Southern gate of Ark.

Cordially,

Jespar

Mysterious Letter _00E_CQJ02_Letter02_Female 0013C94E 0 0.00 My fair lady,

Congratulations for passing the trial! You already know how I feel about the Redcloaks and their, let's say, "superior attitude", but still, it would rob me of my sleep to know that I didn't congratulate you in person.

Should your holy duties allow it, meet me at the old watchtower at the Southern gate of Ark.

Cordially,

Jespar

Mysterious Letter _00E_CQJ02_Letter02_Male 0013C94D 0 0.00 My friend,

Congratulations for passing the trial! You already know how I feel about the Redcloaks and their, let's say, "superior attitude", but still, it would rob me of my sleep to know that I didn't congratulate you in person.

Should your holy duties allow it, meet me at the old watchtower at the Southern gate of Ark.

Cordially,

Jespar

Letter of a Man Dying of Thirst _00E_LostNoblemansDiary_01 0013F5A6 4 1.00
  • Small Sand Pit
I am safe.

Or at least, this is what I would like to believe. Then again, anything is better than the scorching sun outside really. In a sad way, it is amusing to see myself lying here like this, ragged clothes, swollen feet and covered in heat blisters. Me, the grand explorer who wanted to show these smug high borns that he was destined for something greater. I will not delude myself - I will not escape this hell alive. I will not survive another day out there. If it's not the Bonerippers or Lost Ones taking my life, the sun surely will. The sun, eternal source of life ... but the way it can kill you when there is no shelter. The irony. It's all a matter of judgement.

Letter of a Man Dying of Thirst _00E_LostNoblemansDiary_02 0013F5A7 4 1.00
  • Small Sand Pit
How many days has it been since I've gotten here? Two? Five? Twenty? I do not know, but it also does not matter. The only reason I am still alive is the stone.

I found it on the first day here. I crawled on the sand floor like an insect, my fingers nothing more than dried branches that searched every crack, every wall, every carcass for something edible. But the worst thing was the thirst.

And then, I found it - the stone. Like an icicle, it hung from the ceiling and with rhythmic monotony it oozed what I desired more than anything else in my life at that moment: water. Drop after drop.

I do not know where this water is coming from, but when the wetness dabbles my lips I truly feel like the gods themselves are kissing me. The stone is the anchor that stops this wreck that is my body to go down. But the stone is drying out. It always stops at the same hour - I cannot tell which hour, but I presume it is at night - the stream of life dries out for a time that seems like an eternity to me. And then it starts again as if nothing has ever happened.

Nonetheless, I have noticed something rather peculiar: Every time the stone is dripping and alleviates the burning in my throat, thoughts are starting to come to my mind in growing numbers. Thoughts of fleeing this place, thoughts of rescue, thoughts of setting foot in Ark, thoughts of laughing at my youthful folly that drove me to start this journey together with my brother.

Peculiar, is it not? During night, when the stone is resting, I feel nothing but the longing for water. I would give all of my worldly possessions, my left hand, even all of my dream in exchange for water.

While the stone is dripping, this longing fades into the background and the longing for my old self, my old dreams start to surface again.

It's all a matter of judgement.

Letter of a Man Dying of Thirst _00E_LostNoblemansDiary_03 0013F5A8 4 1.00
  • Small Sand Pit
An eternity has passed. My beard is reaching well down to my chest and two fingers are enough to enfold my upper arms. There is no rescue in sight and what little food this cave can provide is far from enough to give me the strength for an attempt of leaving the place and reach for the surface.

The stone, however, continues to drip. It's the same spiel over and over. During night: burning thirst, yearning for water. During day: doubt, fears, hope.

The more time I spend in this stasis, this alternation, the more questions obtrude: Where would I be if I had never had water in the first place? Where would we be? Hope, dreams, fears, and doubt: they all would be possible if we all had a stone like this. Hunger and thirst reduce us to our most basic selfs and let everything else pale in comparison.

So what does this mean for life, I ask myself. Is it not our judgement that let's us see the situations we happen to be in as unfortunate?

I do not know. What I know is, that I will stop drinking.

It's all a matter of judgement.

Letter _00E_MQ07a_OldManLetter 00025860 0 0.00
  • Aged Man's Manor
  • Boreo's Book Blessing
My dear friend,

it is such a delight to hear from you again.

I don't wish to lie to you - but my hopes are limited. At first the changes in Nehrim seemed so promising, but now everything is back at its old pace. I am concerned for you too, dear friend. I value you as a man of strong character, but your last letter kept me worrying.

Don't forget what led to my ruin back then. Pride was my fall. Don't let my mistake be the same as yours.

In brotherly love, Gajus

Letter _00E_MQ11a_DalGalarFinalLetter 00036743 0 0.00
  • Castle Dal'Galar, Sanctuary
Beloved Taniysha,

I would be lying if I said that your last letter didn't hurt me. Is the talk of stable-lads and tomfoolish villagers really more important to you than mine?

Maya is doing well. Believe me, I wouldn't write it if it weren't so. Yes, she is still weak and cannot stay on her legs longer than a few hours, before the exhaustion gets to her - but things are looking up. Furthermore, I was able to test the new elixir sufficiently enough to treat her with it in a good conscience. It will help her to regain new strength, Taniysha, and I ensure you, you will hardly be able to recognize her afterwards.

So, for the last time I ask you: Trust me and be patient. You know, I would do anything for you and for her. Anything.

In love, Samael

Letter _00E_MQ11a_SC19_TaniyshaLetter 000EA90F 0 0.00
  • Castle Dal'Galar, Research Tower
Taniysha,

I cannot find words to describe how happy each of your letters make me feel. It is as if the warmth of your fingers would still be attached to them. But do not let me waste time and answer your question:

Our little one is getting better and better. The cool climate is doing her very well, and just a few days after our arrival here she already awoke from her coma. Her cheeks are becoming rosier every day, her breath more powerful. I am sure that during the next Star Summer's Night you will be able to enfold her in your arms.

Furthermore you wanted to know when you can move here. Heavy-heartedly I have to stave you off another few moons. Your presence here would put Maya's healing into danger, I beg you not to ask for the "why". - Believe me, the distance between us hurts me just as much as it hurts you. Miljan told me that he paid for the "Leoran" in Ark a whole year accommodation and meals for you.

I will write you soon!

In love, Samael

Letter _00E_NoteLetterCarelessAdventurerSet 000378FA 0 0.00 (Many parts of the letter are covered with blood, some parts are still readable. The following passage stikes you as interesting:)

... then we do it like this: I will go to the old tollstation in the Heartland, and you will search together with Hektor for this old grave mound at the Sun Coast. Don't forget what the old man told us - it may be a ruin, but with this Red Madness everybody keeps talking about right now, we should be prepared to bash in one or more heads. So - we shall meet again in the Nomad in Ark. Crazy, if there's truth in the rumor, we are rich! They say, this strange geezer is paying enough for all armor pieces, that you can spend decades, and each day with another girl at the Silver Cloud! Or in your case with another guy. This will be our big thing, old man, I tell you!

Scribbled Letter _00E_NoteLetterDreiflusswacht 000D166C 0 0.00
  • Vyn - Enderal (-32, 1) @ Z: 861.337891
Letter _00E_NoteSullevanPoem 00025C2F 0 0.00
  • Aged Man's Manor
Rain pours down

Like the tears of a thousand widows after the war Leaving the bittersweet taste of guilt My hands are bound, my mouth is silent So much promised So much screamed But a blade of grass cannot keep a tree from its fall

Foolish is he, who wishes for what was granted to me.

Everything comes to its end, only a black light of hope remains.

Letter to the KilÃn emissary _00E_NQ_G_04_LetterForDijaam 00139DB7 0 0.10

The Golden Sickle wishes to formally invite you to an evening meal. As we understand, you just recently arrived in Ark and might not have been able to settle your business just yet, so we decided to generously align the appointment with your timeframe. You can hand over your reply to the courier that delivered this message, alternatively you are very welcome to visit the house of the Golden Sickle to personally inform us of your approval.

MaéDal'Toran, Grandmaster of the Golden Sickle

Sealed Letter _00E_NQ_G_06_LetterFromDijaam_F 0013CFBE 0 0.00

Mydame,

I regret the way our last meeting ended, and I would like to discuss our further proceeding. Meet me in the "False Dog" in the Undercity, I will await you there.

Greetings Dijaam

Sealed Letter _00E_NQ_G_06_LetterFromDijaam_M 0013CFBD 0 0.00 Mysir,

I regret the way our last meeting ended, and I would like to discuss our further proceeding. Meet me in the "False Dog" in the Undercity, I will await you there.

Greetings Dijaam

Letter from the Mysterious Pouch _00E_NQ_G_07_NoteGoToTheater 0013F733 0 0.10
  • Ark, Prison
  • Testzone
Letter from Commander Leora Eren _00E_NQ_G_07Mael_LetterLeora 0013F70F 0 0.00 Who stole the lion? Find it out! At ...

"Perpetuum" - Theatre on the Malphasalley

Come alone and witness a performance you will never forget - break the silence and the curtain remains shut.

PS: Your attire will be enraged, but not your life: Follow the canal way from the main hall of the prison for less guards. You will find a switch in the prison halls, which opens the way for you.

Letter _00E_NQ_G07Dijaam_FenceNote 00042884 0 0.00 Good news - I got rid of that thing quicker than I thought. The guy hasn't even tried to negotiate, that's why I grabbed some extra coin. I'll keep the money myself, but I left you something from my collection - it's a really good piece I got from some Arazealean. Have fun with it.

- A friend

Letter _00E_NQ_G07Dijaam_GoodbyeNote 0003C57B 0 0.00
  • Vyn - Enderal (0, 14) @ Z: 172.203552
I am sorry. Thank you for everything.

D.

Letter _00E_NQ16Notiz 001278C3 0 0.00
  • Vyn - Enderal (0, 0) @ Z: 1470.201904

Moron!

Andrasta's Letter to Erica _00E_NQ17_AndrastaLetterForErika 00036751 0 0.00 Hereby I grant my daughter Erika Boldblood, until further notice, full access to the lockbox at "Silren and Friends", Ark. However, any money transfer still needs to be documented and shall be delivered every moon by a courier to my residence in the Gloomy Valley.

Andrasta Boldblood

Letter from Max Niceblood _00E_NQ18MaxNotiz02 0012E19D 0 0.10 Dear friend,

I observed you looking for me, at the barn close to Ark. I know, that my cover on Enderal has been blown and I already distanced myself to Qyra. This Boddenbruuk is hunting me, since I refused to share the bed with her. She looked through my faked death. Trying the same trick again appears futile to me.

As a compensation for your troubles I left the content of this casket. Leave it at that, you will not find me. Maybe we will see each other again in a new adventure of yours.

Max Niceblood

Letter _00E_NQ21_Brief 0014DDE9 0 0.10 Kabar,

as soon as possible at the corpse pit. No weapons, no stupid ideas.

Anonymous Letter _00E_NQ27_Letter 0014952C 0 0.10
  • Duneville, House

I am aware, what I request of you. But believe me - if I ever was really serious about anything in my life, then it is now. The old coastal village, two hours before midnight. Alone.

Left behind letter of Mynias _00E_NQ40_Page01 001518A7 0 0.00
  • Duneville, Mynia's House
Thank you for your last letter. Believe me, I know the risks - but still, I have to try. Look at what has become of our family: We are a shadow of what we once were - and the heirloom is the only thing that is left from that time. I will not let it end up in the mouth of a Bone Ripper or in the hands of a grave robber.

Never has anyone in my family dared this step. But now I am the last of our kind, and I am without children. You can rest assured that I have security measures in place - three mercenaries, all of them armed to the teeth. According to the Keeper from Ark the heirloom is guarded in the ruin of a temple of the Dylgar named "Old Soltyris". It is located in the northeastern Powder Desert, near the Powder Mines. They say you have to solve three tasks to get in last chamber. The Order is planning an excavation there soon (supposedly they are dealing with this mental illness - I'm not sure how it can be of help to search Pyrean ruins?), but the doors are still sealed. That's why it is important that I go there immediately. I'll call you as soon as there are news. I leave a second key, in case you want to meet me there.

Mynias

Letter _00E_Ostwindturm 0002326C 0 0.10
  • Vyn - Enderal (-16, 25) @ Z: 27711.513672
Muldor,

we need you here. Come down from your snowy hill already!

Letter from Leandra _00E_PulverklippeLeandrasNote 000211FF 0 0.00
  • Powder Cliff, Megran's House
You are a miserable wimp. Now you've finally done it. They even preferred your little brother to you. It is time for me, to finally find a proper mate, one who stands his ground and doesn't drown his moods with your red juice.
Letter _00E_Suncoast_YoungGuardLetter 00095129 0 0.00
  • Vyn - Enderal (-33, -6) @ Z: 503.032837
Dunwar,

I appreciate your concern, but - like always - I think, that you are worrying too much. Grandmaster Arantheal himself approved the mission, and don't forget that two keepers of the second signet are accompanying us. Besides, this is a good opportunity to impress the masters. Lambert, the only novice who was willing to accompany the infamous, cranky master Besara (alias the "broom") to an "expedition". Hearing it like that you forget, that we merely have to dust off some Pyrean urns at the suncoast.

Anyway, how are you? I'm betting you are thinking of nothing else but the examination. What a shame, that Bartarr really allowed this devil woman instead of Clarah. But well, we all know, that his path-abiding is limited to the daily walk to the liquor merchant.

I am with you in my thoughts - if you can't pass this examination, who else?

Your friend Lambert

Letter _00E_ThunderFrostNote02 0006A8A9 0 0.10
  • Fortress Golden Forest
8th of The Fundament, 6136 a. St.

My dear fellow Severikk,

I am writing to you a few last words. The Path might separate us two, so that we don't have the opportunity for a conversation. I see you afar, when I look down the flow. I moved into a room in the tower of Quellwacht. I see green fog rolling in the valley. I know that you will hold Goldenforst to the last man. Therefore I give thanks to you. And believe me, I would rather be down there then in this dizzy heights. The smell of insanity crawls through every chink.

How friendly these valleys seemed to be back then! When we, in a process of emergence, wanted to gift the inhospitable east to the people in the name of our holy lord - how ecstatic we were by this coarse beauty. And didn't we put in a little bit of elbow grease in good spirits, building stone by stone, first Goldenforst, then Wellwatch and finally building the mighty Thalgard to the skies? How gloomy it appears to me, here where the sun comes late and goes early, and where I see darkness approaching. Didn't we want to see, were we blind? What did Dal'Marak do?! It doesn't matter anymore, Thalgard fall into darkness, and we will follow soon.

We won't leave the Goldenforst anymore. The Shadow Pass will be overrun, and it won't be long, until these beasts will burst through the gate into this valley. I didn't get a message by Hail Malphas City for two days - I assume the worst. Nobody might manage to keep behind the mountain passes, because the path is closed by the ice of winter.

Yet the cannon beats still din to us from Thalgard, but the rotten winds already blow down our strong castellation - how sparse they avail us now! Two, maybe three days left.. Awful guises were seen, bloated and insane...

I executed the command to demolish Quellwacht, if we should get overrun. For us, dear Severikk, this means to stay here, until our way ends.

Tomorrow I will let bring canons, powder and munitions down, as much as I can do without. Stay strong, I think of you.

I'm saying farewell, Severikk. Path-abiding until the end.

Your good, loving friend,

Vikko Ironpuncher