To all who call Travance Home

Hjolda! You are Hardtruth and Poisontongue both, it would appear, Shade.

That being written, I shall try to address your words here. As far as Arch-Devil of Glomm was concerned, we sent all we could, as well equipped as we could against him. Had a more seasoned adventurer such as myself entered his keep, instead of clearing his minions from the outside like myself and Lord Aleister did, his ritual would have made him strong enough to destroy you all. You and the newer townsfolk, as supported by the baronial guard and other benefactors were the only ones who could fight, and you did well. I know for a fact it was you that struck the final blow against Frederick, and that is why I gave you not one but two deed names.

Those defending the Phokus did well, I had asked that a guard detail stand fast there and they did, as did Lady Du Tenkukai-Weaverforger and about five other last names I don't remember. We are indeed grateful to them all.

I recognize our failings as a Town in not keeping track of the afflicted healers better, though I had been told they were kept in a safe place, it would appear that Malyc cloaked them from our vision, and while our Gothi and Seithr are powerful, they could not stand against the Maleficarum of a Dark God. We shall do what we can to correct this. I take full responsibility for whatever failings happened on the battlefield after you were returned and the cult ritual began. While I was dragged into Malyc's realm myself as soon as the battle was joined, it was still entrusted to me to lead the town to war, and I should have done better. I recognize my own failing, and shall correct it. If anyone wishes to speak with me or write to me about this matter, feel free, I make no excuses and wish to do better by you in the future.


Yours in Service and Honor,

Grimkjell Eirson

Expect me.

-S

***NOT ANNORA***

Travance,

In the short time I have known you, you seem to be greatly in favor of these grandiose proclamations and wonderful sweeping speeches.
But can you translate these fancy words into actions?
When there was a soul harvester slowly devouring my very soul from the inside, what I heard was a lot of boasts of "This is Travance, we'll take care of it," and "this is Travance, we can accomplish anything!" I had a lot of words and statements thrown at me. But with a few notable exceptions, none took the time to actually listen. Instead of being so full of your pompous pride, you might have done better speaking to the ones afflicted, instead of constantly speaking at them.

Yes, you saved the corrupted in the end. For which, I for one am grateful, and I thank you.
But how did you let it get so far?
Why, when the extent of the corruption was obvious, were those afflicted allowed to remain to their own devices? It was not my wish to introduce myself through this town from the end of a blade.
Why was the corruption more important than the people it was hurting?
I am still haunted by finding myself attacking a town I was hoping to call home.

Instead of patting yourselves on the back, take the lessons of this past feast to heart and remember what your healers are worth to you.
Remember that they're not potions with legs. Remember that healers are people too.
Don't you dare take them for granted.

-Ravani

Sir Pluvious,

Thank you for your kind words. You were one of the few people that made sure I was okay and I thank you for that. You have helped myself and the other healers countless other times with your kind heart and I am glad to consider you a friend. I wish more shared your views and dedication toward the healers.

to Lt Grim,

At the next feast I would like to take a moment to ask you a few questions if that is okay with you. I'd prefer if we could speak on this matter in person and not through missives.

-Albert A. Aegeus

S,


This is not the furst time travance has crawld by luk to safety. like a child they think they see gloryous viktory, but there are those of us who are not blind...

A poisontongue they say, but the poison of truth, is stil sweetr than the poison of a braggart.




R

*this message seems to have been written by a shaky hand.*

I am not asking for thanks.

We saved five souls, but countless more have already been lost.

How many of the ones slain had been afflicted in the same way that the ones who call travance home.

Their souls are gone, and we were only able to save five.

I did everything that I could, but in the end it was just a drop in the well.

Father Elric Ashby.

*in slightly clearer writing*

If any of the healers find themselves in Auralion, please feel free to stop at my home, I can make some tea, it may not be much, but I wish to do whatever I can to help you recover.