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[Kilena T'Gredir]

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Vedui' zhuanth abbil, h'uena mrannd'ssinss lu' nin ogglinn,

Nindyn nindel kyorl ninta ratha, thalra elghinn dal l' alust. Dosst chiana uriu jivviim udossa tu', drill orn jivviim dos mzild. Ussta draeval ulu yutsu ulu l' shinduago uriu doer.


Yathrin d' Veldrin

[Kay Velve'Niar]

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This letter greeted me today. As I read it over, the heading causes me to pause. Once a lover? There is only one who can claim that that would leave such a threat. I had thought her so much different, better than our kin.

A perfect part of my week. First, the protectiveness of Asher over Brianha. The boy is right, though. I do not give her what she deserves. She is free to do what she wants, though, I am sure she knows that much.

I sit to pen a response, though I know not where to send it.

Yathrin d' Veldrin,

Thalra uns'aa ka dos kuuv. Jindurn ulu jindurn zhah ula. Ka ol zhah seke nindel udos h'uena zhahen serisen, ele inbal Usstan naut keffal dos wun a mzulst 10 drasven? Nindel zhah lu'oh verve Usstan inbal z'hinus yol Usstan inbal inbalus natha mrannd'ssinss. Ph' dos ji qee'lak ulu thrityh uns'aa, h'uena natha mrannd'ssinss? Lu'oh inbal Usstan chi'us dos? Usstan talinth nindel xal tlu dos xun naut kampi'un. Udos ssrig'luin naut thalra wun kor. Ka dos ph' vel'uss Usstan talinth dos ph', t'yin l' loss d' dos wun ussta dro uriu caused uns'aa numl'esstu. Ele tlu retlah d'lil phlith d' udossta kin?

Kay Velve'Niar

I realize that in order for her to see it, it must be posted far and wide. So it is with such that I send a young messenger out with orders to copy it and post it at all banks and on all message boards. With the order to not leave out any message board at all, that she may happen upon it.

[Kilena T'Gredir]

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*written on a piece of parchment and hung on the bulletin board of Brianha Frasier's home in Vesper*

Kay Velve'Niar,

Dos phlyle ol tlu szith drasven yol dos inbal 'che, quin Usstan inbal keffal xuil usst ehmtu solen l' i'dol dos lor pholor nindolen j'nesstren. Uss dos dared sila ulu udossta orthae che'el. L' byr dos flohlu vel'drav il shar'tlegen dal dos. Dos zhal'la naut stray dal dosst ehmtu kin, whol ol orn er'griff sila dos jiv'undus. Nind ph' naut tlu khalessev.

K.T.

Kaas natha draeval lu' k'lar lu' udos zhal thalra.

[Kay Velve'Niar]

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So she knows of Lady Brianha, and where she resides. What good can come of this, I know naut. But, I will leave a message right here on this board, for she is bound to come back to it, sooner or later.

Ji, dos hass'l Su'aco tlu udossta Orthae Che'el. Usstan xunus naut zhaun nindel zhahus natha orthae che'el. Vel'drav xunus ol doera folt? Xuil jal l' rivvil walking gaer...
Ji desu vel'bol uss kyorlen, zhah naut vel'bol zhah seke.
Usstan tlun zhaunus nindel ka Usstan z'hin wun Su'aco, maristo, nindel dos orn'la ragar uns'aa.
Usstan ragar ol jivvin nindel dos lar uns'aa natha backstabber, lu' lar dosstan natha yathrin. L' j'nesst Usstan zhaunau orn'la neitar doera natha yathrin. Ol zhahus mayoe dos vel'uss chi'us dosst seke self.
Ji, yathrin d' deceit, zhah nindol bwael whol dos ulu thalra? Zhah gaer biu klew'kin nindel zhah alurl whol dos?

I cannot help but worry even further for Lady Brianha's safety. I must break off all contact with her, immediately, for her own safety.

[Kilena T'Gredir]

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*a note with Kay's name written elegantly*

Dos hojh ulu kampi'un, whol Usstan xun naut lar usstan natha yathrin, drill natha yathrin d' veldrin, whol nindel zhah vel'bol Usstan inbal doera. Usstan z'hin wun l' veldrin, lu' ghil Usstan screa mzilt. Usstan lar usstan yathrin, whol nindel zhah vel'bol Usstan tlun, 'zil dos jal'yur zhaun, drill d' lloth... neitar. Lu'oh dos shlu'ta khaless nindolen rivven? Usstan xun naut kampi'un. Xun dos naut zhaun l' jiv'undus lu' p'leik nind morfel uns'aa elendar lu' jal ilythiiri? L' jiv'undus wun ussta xukuth zexen'uman dal ninta chiana. Usstan zhal tlu wun l' shinduago che'el nindel l' ilythiiri udos zhaunau h'uena ul'kas delmah wun draa tangiston. Lac uns'aa doeb gaer 'zil dosstan lu' xuil nau byrren. Dos xal khaless nindolen rivven, drill Usstan xun naut lu' orn naut.

Kilena

[Nadia Swiftar]

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As Brianha walked tiredly towards her house with Max at her side she noticed a note tacked to her board. Curiously she walked over and took it down holding it in her hands as she and Max made their way in to sit and relax after a night of hunting. Throwing her pack in the corner she ordered water and made her way to the table in front of the fire where Max was already stretched out and enjoying the warmth. Handing him a glass of water she then sat and opened the letter.

Her brows arched as the only thing on the letter she was able to understand was Kay's name. Looking at Max she thought maybe he could tell her what it said. Unable to interpret word for word as he had only learned a small amount of Drow, he decided to take the letter and go to the library where he studied the language when he was with Cein.

She sat engrosed in her thoughts until Max returned some time later. As he walked through the door she noticed his brows were furrowed with worry. "What did it say" Brianha asked eagerly. " Although I could not translate every word, it would appear to be a woman from his past seeking him out. She is seemingly unhappy and has a great dislike for humans."

They sat there and discussed the letter further until the hour grew late when Max made it clear that he felt it would be unsafe for her to stay in her home, at least until this could be resolved. He offered for Bri to take refuge in the headquarters for the time being. Sighing Bri agreed, would she ever find peace in her life.

Bri wondered would she hear from him this time, or again would he vanish without word to her. Standing and stretching she and Max closed down the tavern for the night and made their way to the headquarters. Hopefully they would find Kay and figure out what mysteries were behind the woman and these circumstances.

[Gareth De'Lar]

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Narrowed eyes on a dark face followed every line, every character of the messages on the board, while an amused smile turned into a frown.
"Priestess.." slips from his mouth, unheard by any who pass the cloaked figure.
Without a further word, the Drow looks around for any onwatchers, then turns on his heel and speeds off towards a waiting horse.
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Gareth De'Lar
Sarol Jabbuk d' Qu'ellar L'Aridn

It is better to die on your feet than live on your knees.
- Emiliano Zapata
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