Keep you in the dark; you know they all pretend. Keep you in the dark; and so it all began.
TO: SIR-ROTS-ALOT; THE FLOATING EYESORE ABOVE THE PLAGUELANDS WITH ALL THE DEAD SHIT IN IT; THE FUCKING PLAGUELANDS
LARKSPUR,
OKAY, LET'S TALK. IT ISN'T LIKE YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE TO FIND ME; I'M NOT A WANDERING MAN ANYMORE.
BUT IF THIS IS ABOUT WHAT CHRYSETH ASKED ME TO DIG UP, AND I SUSPECT IT IS, YOU CAN HAVE THE ANSWER NOW: I DON'T FUCKING CARE.
YOUR ETERNAL SERVANT,
ADRASTEIUS BLOODSPEAKER
TO: THE LYING SLUT WHO IS NOT FACT LAZY BUT IS ACTUALLY AN INSTRUMENT OF THE GODDAMN MAN; PROBABLY STILL A STRETCH OF STONES ON THE FUCKING PAVEMENT SOMEWHERE; IS IT JUST A FUCKING PERVERSE HABIT OR SOMETHING AT THIS POINT OR WHAT
HEY, SO YOU KNOW THAT THING YOU DO WHERE YOU BABBLE ABOUT STUPID SHIT TO DEFLECT FROM THE ACTUAL SITUATION AT HAND?
COULD YOU MAYBE NOT DO THAT? THAT'D BE GREAT.
DON'T WORRY, LULU. I WON'T TELL ANYONE YOUR SECRETS. I'D HOPE YOU KNEW ME WELL ENOUGH BY NOW TO UNDERSTAND THAT.
BESIDES, SEEING AS HOW YOU'RE ACTUALLY A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT PERSON THAN WHAT YOU'VE PREVIOUSLY LED EVERYONE TO BELIEVE, I'M SURE THAT YOU'VE LET A FEW THINGS SLIP EVER SINCE YOU DID AWAY WITH THAT PESKY FACADE OF INDIFFERENCE, ANYWAY. AFTER ALL, YOU HAVE FRIENDS NOW.
AND I'M NOT LYING. I AM THE WORLD'S SERVANT. YOU PART OF THE WORLD. IT DOESN'T MEAN I HAVE TO BE SUGAR AND ROSES ABOUT IT.
STILL YOUR ETERNAL SERVANT,
ADRASTEIUS BLOODSPEAKER
P.S. I USUALLY PREFER TO CONDUCT MATTERS IN PERSON. HALF OF CONVERSATION IS BODY-LANGUAGE, EYE-CONTACT, TONE. THESE THINGS ARE DIFFICULT OR OUTRIGHT IMPOSSIBLE TO CONVEY IN A LETTER. LETTERS ALSO GIVE PEOPLE MORE TIME TO OBFUSCATE, TO EVADE, TO PRETEND. EVERYTHING YOU LOVE. EVERYTHING I CAN'T FUCKING STAND.
TO: THE SNIVELING MAGELET WHO CAN'T BREAK OUT OF HIS PASSIVE-AGGRESSION FOR FIVE FUCKING SECONDS WOW GROW A PAIR SON; WHEREVER THE FUCK YOU LIVE; THE MAIL IS MAGIC, IT'LL GET THERE
CHRYSETH,
I'VE FINISHED MY RESEARCH ON THE REQUESTED PERSON. I FOUND A GREAT DEAL DATA ON HIM AND A NUMBER OF OTHERS PRESENTLY IN MY AND PERHAPS YOUR ACQUAINTANCE, BUT I'VE PREPARED A DOCUMENT PERTAINING ONLY TO THE ONE YOU REFERRED TO AS PENUMBRAL. THE INFORMATION IS NOT EXTENSIVE, BUT IT'S MORE THAN ENOUGH TO START. I WILL NOT BE SENDING THIS DOCUMENT THROUGH THE MAIL; THOUGH I TRUST ITS ABILITY TO GET LETTERS TO THE PEOPLE THEY'RE MEANT FOR IMPLICITLY, I AM NOT SO FOOLISH AS TO THINK SAID LETTERS ARE IMMUNE TO ANY NEFARIOUS DESIGNS THAT INTERESTED PERSONS MIGHT HAVE ON THEM. THEREFORE I WOULD VASTLY PREFER TO GIVE YOU THE FILE I'VE PUT TOGETHER IN PERSON. THAT IS, IF YOU CAN BREAK AWAY FROM SIMPERING AT EVERYONE FOR A LITTLE WHILE.
DO LET ME KNOW.
YOUR ETERNAL SERVANT,
ADRASTEIUS BLOODSPEAKER
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((Recorded in his own journal. Everything Adrasteius writes--letters or journals--is usually done while sitting on a bench in front of the fountain in the Court of the Sun.))
TO BE HONEST, I REALLY HAVE NOTHING MUCH TO SAY. I'M NOT SURPRISED BY ANYTHING, OF COURSE. BUT I WONDER HOW SAFE THIS INFORMATION IS. I WAS ALLOWED INTO THE ARCHIVES BECAUSE OF MY STATUS, BUT HOW SIMPLE IS THAT TO FABRICATE? AN IMPROVED WARDING AND SECURITY SYSTEM FOR THESE PEOPLE SHALL BE MY NEXT GRAND DESIGN. ORDINARILY, I BELIEVE INFORMATION SHOULD BE FREE AND THAT THOSE WHO KEEP IT LOCKED AWAY ARE CONTRIBUTING TO THE OVERALL DECAY
OF SOCIETY AND MORALITY, BUT IN CASES WHERE PEOPLE COULD BE KILLED OR OTHERWISE EXECUTED, I'LL MAKE AN EXCEPTION.
I HAD MORE TO WRITE, ON THE SUBJECT OF IDIOT MAGES AND THE VIOLENT, DUMB AS SHIT BRUTE DEATH KNIGHTS WHO FOLLOW THEM (YES THIS COULD OCCASIONALLY APPLY TO MY BROTHER AND MYSELF, THOUGH NOT JUST NOW), BUT MY VITRIOL ON THAT SUBJECT HAS LAIN DORMANT FOR SO LONG THAT I HAVE, FOR THE PRESENT, LET IT GO. SUFFICE TO SAY, THOUGH, THAT I WILL NEVER BROOK INSULTS TO MY BROTHER. YES, HE HAS DONE HORRIBLE THINGS. THINGS FOR WHICH HE MAY NEVER FORGIVE HIMSELF AND FOR WHICH OTHERS MAY NEVER FORGIVE HIM. BUT FOR AN OUTSIDER TO THE SITUATION TO QUESTION MY JUDGMENT AND HIS PAIN, FOR A STRANGER TO SO THOROUGHLY MISAPPREHEND WHAT HAPPENED DURING THAT LONG, HORRIBLE TIME--I CAN'T BEAR IT. I WON'T BEAR IT.
NO ONE WILL TRIVIALIZE MY BROTHER'S PAIN AND GO AWAY FROM ME UNSCATHED. NO ONE.