Enderal:Letters
This page contains all small books with name of 'Letter'.
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| Letter of the Kor | _00E_Ark_NQ_Kor_Letter01 | 0006A168 | 0 | 0.00 |
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Brother Sullyres, 13. Star Summer Night, 6732 a. St. I can hardly believe my luck! It has been four days now since Dryella had her vision of the island. Just a few days before that the hypocrites of the order banned us from the city: our faith would be heresy and sacrilege in the face of the lord. Thanks to Kor's love Dryella, being ashamed, told us about her dream. Isn't it strange? She felt ashamed, even though it was obvious: Kor spoke through her - to guide us the way to our new home. The same day we already departed to find our sanctuary. As expected, the people of Duneville ridiculed us, such an island would be nonexistent. Needless to say, they were wrong- just when a fisherman brought us (against pay, who in the world would do something like that for free?) a few miles from shore, we could see the silhouette of our new home. There she was, lying in the sunset, sand as white as snow, palm trees gently waving in the wind. Insula Koris, Kor's island. I will never forget their startled faces. The island welcomed us with fresh wood, nourishment and perfect weather. Within two days first dwellings had been erected and we began construction of the town hall. Also the magical barrier, which is supposed to protect us from dark forces (and bone crackers), functions as planned; seems like the arcanist was worth its money. Thirteen brothers and sisters are we today - and thirteen we will be when we put ourselves down to the grave and our soul will transition into Kor's infinite love. |
| Second Letter of the Kor | _00E_Ark_NQ_Kor_Letter02 | 0006A1C2 | 0 | 0.00 |
Sister Dryella, 21. Star Summer Night, 6732 a. St. Here I am sitting, quill and paper being the only friends I can share my concerns with. It is the island. Already after the dream I was troubled about these peculiar pictures. Yes, I have seen the island and yes, with its white beaches and fertile soil it seemed like heaven on earth. Nonetheless - there was also something else. Sullyres interpreted my reluctance as timidity, but that is not what it was - it was anxiety. Even later when I told him about it, he did not want to hear of it: He is confident that it was Kor who sent me the vision. "It is our fate to live here until we transition into his realm." But am I the only one who feels it? Who sees it? Something dwells here, and if that is supposed to be Kor's infinite love, then I am the Golden Queen. This whisper in the wind of the palm tree leaves, the burning on my skin when I step into the sunshine. And yes, maybe I am just imagining this, but what about these grotesque faces on the walls? Ragor says it is a simple discoloration of the wood, but am I really the only one who sees faces in it? Anyway, my hands are tied. With every day passing by Sullyres slides further into an almost creepy felicity. He is deeply convinced that we found our purpose. We must leave! We have to leave this place as soon as possible. But at the moment I have no other choice but waiting. Kor's love will guide my way, as it did back then. | |
| Third Letter of the Kor | _00E_Ark_NQ_Kor_Letter03 | 0006A1C3 | 0 | 0.00 | (The bundle of papers appears to be some sort of correspondence of the Kor, who due to their vow of secrecy had to find other ways to communicate. You can distinguish the two dialog partners by their handwriting. The documents are dated to 25th Star Summer Night.)
<p> "Yes, she behaved strangely recently. But don't worry, she needs time to adjust to all this here. You know how much she was attached to Ark." "Maybe so. But what about the things she tells? The whispering, these grotesque faces in her room?" Are you beginning now even so on? These are stains, discolorations, nothing more." <p> "Do you mean this?" "Yes." "...I have to tell you something, Rukas. May I?" "What's that supposed to mean? Of course you may." </p> "The whispering... I ... I can hear it, too. And this heat-" (The script is cut off at this point) </p> "Deyna ... We are safe here. Sullyres says so and I feel like him. This island is Kor's gift and we will stay here until then. Just trust me. You know that I would never let anything happen to you." | |
| Fourth Letter of the Kor | _00E_Ark_NQ_Kor_Letter04 | 0006A1C4 | 0 | 0.00 |
<p align="center"> Sister Korrie, 23th of the Great Flood, 6733 a. St. </p> <p> This morning, Dryella had an attack. Right in the middle of the prayer in the parish hall, she started to scream and to strike out wildly, and it needed three of us to calm her down. Even after we managed to calm her down, she did not stop screaming - something about "corpse grimaces". She must have referred to the faces she sees in the walls. Sullyres had her brought to the parish hall and gave her a potion made from dawn flower juice to sedate her. As a matter of fact, her attack was not the bad thing. It was Sullyres' and the other men's half-heartedness in carrying on after they had brought Dryella to her cabin - as if nothing had happened. To them it seems to be awfully simple to shrug off her state as delusion. I cannot. And, which is even worse, I know what she is talking about. For a long time I talked myself into believing that it is just my imagination, but this is not the case. The whispering, it is there and a shroud of certainty that something "is wrong" lays upon everything. I feel like a child to whose father gave it a lifelike wax figure from which he tries it to convince to be its friend. No matter how skillful it was crafted and how immaculate the skin seems to be - in the end it is dead. And was right from the beginning. | |
| Fifth Letter of the Kor | _00E_Ark_NQ_Kor_Letter05 | 0006A1C5 | 0 | 0.00 | (Once again you find a correspondence. You recognize the handwriting - it is from Rukas and sister Deyna)
<p> "I have to talk to you, Rukas." </p> "What is it? I'm occupied." <p> "Rukas, I... I cannot stand it any longer. All this here, it... it is too much." "... It is about Sullyres, isn't it? What did he do today?" "He hurt her, damn it! He hit her with a slam in the face!" "She deserves it." "... What?" "She deserves it! Didn't you hear what she was about to do? She wanted to betray us, Deyna, betray us!" "This is just not true! She wanted to go because she feels bad. And she said she wanted to come back again!" "Which she did not intend to do. And even if so, she is not allowed to go. This, Deyna, is our home. Kor led us here and leaving the island would mean to spit on his love! Actually, this twat should count herself lucky that Sullyres left it for a few hits!" "... How can you write something like that?" "What? Twat? It's pretty simple, you see? We should tattoo it onto her forehead and maybe the next time she thinks an arm's length farther before trampling our believe under foot in such manner." "What is it? Are you reduced to silence?" "You're scaring me, Rukas." "Do I? Maybe better so. We surely don't that you get into mischief like Korrie, do we?" "This island is a gift, Deyna. Kor led us her, that we can live a life far away from the claws of the demiurge. And now you better act on my advice and shout your heretical yap. I do not want to be forced to use means like Sullyres but believe me - I will do if necessary." <p> | |
| Sixth Letter of the Kor | _00E_Ark_NQ_Kor_Letter06 | 0006A1C6 | 0 | 0.00 | (Once more you find a correspondence. This time the handwriting points to sister Deyna and sister Korrie)
<p align="center"> 21st dawn, 6735 a. St. </p> <p> "This is madness, Korrie. You cannot do that." "I can. And you'll come with me." "... What, if they catch us? You know what he did to you last time." "If they catch us, they will kill us. But they would do that anyway, sooner or later." "What?" "Don't act the fool, damn it! I know that you feel like Dryella and me. And if we do not act now, they lock us like her." "But... Rukas." "RUKAS is not Rukas anymore. And I don't think that you need me to tell you. Or do you really want to tell me that you just fell down the stairs? Lying never was one of your assets, Deyna." (Dried tears have washed out the following lines of Deyna's shaky writing.) "He... a good person... damned, damn...not simply leav....!" "You do not leave him, he left you." "Tonight, one hour after the parish prayer. Rugar's eye see worse than a senile Leor and he won't notice. We'll take one of the boats." | |
| Seventh Letter of the Kor | _00E_Ark_NQ_Kor_Letter07 | 0006A1C7 | 0 | 0.00 |
<p align="center"> Brother Sullyres, 26th of Dawn, 6735 a. St. Lord, The sun is crimson on evening sky and the roar of the surf is peaceful ... What an august view. One last gift from you, before we eventually may receive your endless love. Today, Rukas came back from Duneville and brought the potions as well as everything we need for the great feast. The others prepare the great feast since yesterday's evening. Oh how it smells ... a real blessing. After that, all will be done as you wish. And yes, that what happened last week fills me with sorrow, just like you. But you said yourself: Your way is the way of love and the one of the Demiurge is hatred. Korrie and Deyna chose the Demiurge because their faith in you was too weak. Therefore, they paid the price. We, on the other hand, your true disciples, know about your endless mercy in which you led us here. We are your children and your love cuts across us from head to toes, flows in our blood and sleeps within our bone marrow. The day of advancement has come. | |
| Mysterious Letter | _00E_CQJ02_Letter01_Female | 0013C94C | 0 | 0.00 |
<p align="center"> 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 </p> | |
| Mysterious Letter | _00E_CQJ02_Letter01_Male | 0013C94B | 0 | 0.00 |
<p align="center"> 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 </p> | |
| Mysterious Letter | _00E_CQJ02_Letter02_Female | 0013C94E | 0 | 0.00 |
<p align="center"> 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 </p> | |
| Mysterious Letter | _00E_CQJ02_Letter02_Male | 0013C94D | 0 | 0.00 |
<p align="center"> 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 </p> | |
| Letter of a Man Dying of Thirst | _00E_LostNoblemansDiary_01 | 0013F5A6 | 4 | 1.00 |
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<p>I am safe. </p> <p>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.</p> 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.</p> <p>The sun, eternal source of life ... but the way it can kill you when there is no shelter. </p> <p>The irony. </p> <p>It's all a matter of judgement. </p> </p> |
| Letter of a Man Dying of Thirst | _00E_LostNoblemansDiary_02 | 0013F5A7 | 4 | 1.00 |
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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 |
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| Letter | _00E_MQ07a_OldManLetter | 00025860 | 0 | 0.00 |
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| Letter | _00E_MQ11a_DalGalarFinalLetter | 00036743 | 0 | 0.00 |
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| Letter | _00E_MQ11a_SC19_TaniyshaLetter | 000EA90F | 0 | 0.00 |
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| Letter | _00E_NoteLetterCarelessAdventurerSet | 000378FA | 0 | 0.00 | ||
| Scribbled Letter | _00E_NoteLetterDreiflusswacht | 000D166C | 0 | 0.00 |
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| Letter | _00E_NoteSullevanPoem | 00025C2F | 0 | 0.00 |
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| Letter to the KilÃan emissary | _00E_NQ_G_04_LetterForDijaam | 00139DB7 | 0 | 0.10 | ||
| Sealed Letter | _00E_NQ_G_06_LetterFromDijaam_F | 0013CFBE | 0 | 0.00 | ||
| Sealed Letter | _00E_NQ_G_06_LetterFromDijaam_M | 0013CFBD | 0 | 0.00 | ||
| Letter from the Mysterious Pouch | _00E_NQ_G_07_NoteGoToTheater | 0013F733 | 0 | 0.10 |
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| Letter from Commander Leora Eren | _00E_NQ_G_07Mael_LetterLeora | 0013F70F | 0 | 0.00 | ||
| Letter | _00E_NQ_G07Dijaam_FenceNote | 00042884 | 0 | 0.00 | ||
| Letter | _00E_NQ_G07Dijaam_GoodbyeNote | 0003C57B | 0 | 0.00 |
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| Letter | _00E_NQ16Notiz | 001278C3 | 0 | 0.00 |
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| Andrasta's Letter to Erica | _00E_NQ17_AndrastaLetterForErika | 00036751 | 0 | 0.00 | ||
| Letter from Max Niceblood | _00E_NQ18MaxNotiz02 | 0012E19D | 0 | 0.10 | ||
| Letter | _00E_NQ21_Brief | 0014DDE9 | 0 | 0.10 | ||
| Anonymous Letter | _00E_NQ27_Letter | 0014952C | 0 | 0.10 |
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| Left behind letter of Mynias | _00E_NQ40_Page01 | 001518A7 | 0 | 0.00 |
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| Letter | _00E_Ostwindturm | 0002326C | 0 | 0.10 |
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| Letter from Leandra | _00E_PulverklippeLeandrasNote | 000211FF | 0 | 0.00 |
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| Letter | _00E_Suncoast_YoungGuardLetter | 00095129 | 0 | 0.00 |
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| Letter | _00E_ThunderFrostNote02 | 0006A8A9 | 0 | 0.10 |
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