#Ghost and Cord

[lordaeronslost]

A letter to Cord Embersong - 15 August

This letter is written on good parchment in sepia ink.  It is sealed with plain gray wax without any sort of signet attached.  It is attached to a box containing a small stuffed elekk and a baby blanket with the name Aemin embroidered on it.

 Darling,

I am very glad to hear of your happy circumstances—I am glad to hear from you at all.  Word from the other side is unsurprisingly scant and reports have been equally unsurprisingly muddled and mixed in the wake of Undercity. My sister always said it’d have to be flayed to bedrock before the living survivors of Lordaeron could ever reclaim it. I guess she was prophetic in that.

I know that the Argent Crusade—if they can spare the bodies—will likely move in sooner rather than later in attempts to cleanse the area.  Time will tell if that’s even possible.

Things are strange now, too strange, and I think you and I both realize it and know it.

There’s talk of moving me to Kul Tiras soon and leaving my circle to someone else—someone with more “street credit” with the Argent Crusade.  I already know who it’ll be if it’s not me running things up here.  You’ve met her and I trust her with everything and she definitely has a lot of truck with the Argent Crusade, since T.F. used to use her to spy on the Viscountess Greymantle back in the day.  We knew, of course.

If the move happens, I’ll let you know before it does.  If it does, you can still get letters to me by the usual routes—they’ll make it safely. Veil good about that.

I really am happy for you. Kiss your little one for me—maybe someday, when this is over, I’ll get to meet her.

Veil said she saw Tauzen during the battle—I think he made it out.  I was well away from the fighting itself, out by the Bulwark.  I’m not there anymore, obviously.  Haven’t seen Will since everything, which is probably a mercy.

Let me know if you need anything.  Be safe, my dear friend, and goddess watch over you.

 - Ghost.

 There are a few doodles in the margins, mostly of Ghost, Tauzen, and Cord at a bar someplace, but one in the corner is of a particular late colleague for whom a child has now been named.

[ @darlingknave ]

[lordaeronslost]

A letter to Cord Embersong - 1 August

The letter is written on good parchment in sepia ink.  There are faint smudges of soot and ash on the page. It is sealed in simple gray wax without any identifying signet.

 Darling,

It’s all so clear now except the most important pieces of the puzzle.  Why the hell would she do it?  Where was the tactical gain?

I don’t expect you to know. I do want you to be careful.

Fuck, how could I have been so blind?  It was right there.

...because I was looking at something else.  Because I was concentrating on something else.

My warning stands—and I have to emphasize it even more now.  Stay away from Undercity.

Stay away from Lordaeron.

Keep to the borders.

Be safe.

I can’t lose anyone else.

I won’t.

 Ghost.

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[lordaeronslost]

A letter to Cord Embersong

This letter is hastily scrawled, but in a familiar hand, in sepia ink on good parchment.  It is sealed with plain gray wax.

Today is not that day.

Worried.

What the actual fuck?

You know what they call a snake that eats its own tail?

An ouroboros.

Do you know what it means?

Infinity.

Wholeness.

Don’t give up, my dear friend.  Never give up.

Ghost.

There’s a sketch at the bottom of the page -- more of a doodle, really -- of him with a blanket over his shoulders and a mug of coffee cradled in both hands.

[ @darlingknave ]