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Subject: sigh Author: Johan [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 08/31/04 7:25:35pm Tue Johan sighed, and began writing a letter, he knew that he had been derelict in his duties as a husband as of late, and wanted to make amends for that. "Lashana, I do not know where to begin, save that the time since you vanished has been hell; The Ith Dakar attacked the city, and captured many women, then, before we could rescue them, raped many of them. The knights were unprepared and poorly trained, so please forgive me, for I can not turn away knowing that such a tragedy might occur once more," He wrote on the page, wincing with each word, and then continuing, ink passing from pen to paper effortlessly. "I will arrive as soon as I can, however, were I to come before this city was once again prepared to fight, I could not forgive myself. Compassion, not duty or honor dictates this. Love, your husband, Johan Damongrave." He then sealed the letter, and looked around, finding the messenger, a swift flyer, the messenger knew also where the Ty'frr were holed up. The messenger nodded, and within the span of a few hours, the letter was at the doorstep of the Ty'frr. Johan sighed, and shook his head, knowing that there was war on the horizon like none had previously seen. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]