"Do you know how hard you are to track down these days, kupo? You adventurers really should stay in the same place if you're expecting mail!"
"Cut me some slack, Postmoogle, I got fired and lost the only place I actually hung around for more than a few hours."
"It's already a hard enough time just to get this letter! My fluttery composure is strained by sea air, kupo! In any case, here you are and have a wonderful day! It's time for me to relax in a niiiice ba-... Erm, I mean, a Postmoogle's job is never done, kupo!"
Thus, floateth away the Postmoogle, disappearing into the aether or whatever have you. Kellach was thus left with a strange letter from a far less strange sender. His brother sending him another letter after the first one he sent, telling him their father had died warmed his heart. Einrich had never been one for communication with his little brother. Behind his silly mask, Kellach smiled.
"Time to crack this open and see what news came from the homeland." he says to himself. Taking his rightmost gauntlet off, he cuts open the letter using a carefully filed and manicured nail, before putting on the gauntlet once more and reading the letter.
Kellach looked more defeated by this news than being fired. The home that he left, taken over by Garlemald? There was always that possibility, and he wondered why that hadn't been done. Why now, to boot. Still, many questions without answers. He sighed, and rummaged through his belongings to compose an answer. Fortunately, the Postmoogle could easily be found in one of the cities, but he had to be brief. Likely they would not deliver it straight to Einrich, as they did to him, since he was not on Eorzea.
He walked towards a nearby outpost and began to write a very short reply.
He quietly chucked to himself thinking that he was the only one who liked it. He cared not. He liked it, and that was that. Still, he would have to hand this to the Postmoogle next time he was in town, and hope that it can make its way to his brother.
"Cut me some slack, Postmoogle, I got fired and lost the only place I actually hung around for more than a few hours."
"It's already a hard enough time just to get this letter! My fluttery composure is strained by sea air, kupo! In any case, here you are and have a wonderful day! It's time for me to relax in a niiiice ba-... Erm, I mean, a Postmoogle's job is never done, kupo!"
Thus, floateth away the Postmoogle, disappearing into the aether or whatever have you. Kellach was thus left with a strange letter from a far less strange sender. His brother sending him another letter after the first one he sent, telling him their father had died warmed his heart. Einrich had never been one for communication with his little brother. Behind his silly mask, Kellach smiled.
"Time to crack this open and see what news came from the homeland." he says to himself. Taking his rightmost gauntlet off, he cuts open the letter using a carefully filed and manicured nail, before putting on the gauntlet once more and reading the letter.
Einrich Woods Wrote:I trust this letter finds you well. As you likely surmised, I did not write to you with the intent on asking about your well-being. You do not live here without learning to fend for yourself and carve a little bit of life for you and as such, I will skip these pleasantries and continue with the facts.
The town council unconditionally surrendered to Garlemald around a moon ago. Obviously, we did not have any power to defend ourselves, but I am not proud of our people with this decision. Ever since you left, I started keeping myself informed of the goings-on in the world, and suffice it to say that I feel this decision will be very detrimental to our well-being, as well as our traditions.
Of course, I'd rather the town and the farms be alive than dead, but with each passing day that I head to the village, I hear of a fellow that was harassed by soldiers passing through for wearing an Offering gown. With what sailors have told me of Garlemald, this is likely to continue, until our very people are empty shells, calling themselves Garleans.
I personally started keeping a hidden journal of our traditions. An expanded Book of Rites, if you will. I'd always considered our service to the elements an ineffective folly, but that folly deserves to be preserved and not stamped out by those who would replace it with worse sophistry. Our folly gives us meaning as a people and has taught us much of altruism and life itself. Theirs is mere servitude for the sake of serving.
Eorzea is the only place that, according to these sailors, has managed to stand up to Garlemald. As such, I would bid you remain on the continent, instead of rushing to our defense in an ineffective attempt at rescuing us when only our way of life is threatened. As I try and compile what little history we have and every aspect of our traditions, you will be the one to carry them into the future once this journal is complete. I know you have had an interest in our traditions, Brother, or you would never have came back for your Book of Rites.
Meanwhile, I will do my best to keep our traditions alive - I have petitioned the elder to allow me on the town council as the head of the household. Garlemald regards our traditions as the signs of a people weak of mind. Perhaps negotiating with someone who thought the same may allow me some time to compile everything, and perhaps even let us keep a few of them.
As you have likely surmised, any Eorzean trade ship is to be shot on sight as soon as it appears within view, and they have stationed a few ships here to do exactly that. If you know any traders that are planning to use the route you took to get here to pay respects to Father, then advise them of the situation.
Brother, nay, Kellach - I know someday you will grow into the hero you always wanted to be. I remember when the minstrels told you of adventurers, how your eyes glowed of a golden light even bolder than my own. I hope that when we meet again, you will be able to regale me of your adventures.
May Wind kiss your face and Earth bless your steps,
your brother Einrich
P.S. : Knowing you, you must be wearing something ridiculous right now. Please stop.
Kellach looked more defeated by this news than being fired. The home that he left, taken over by Garlemald? There was always that possibility, and he wondered why that hadn't been done. Why now, to boot. Still, many questions without answers. He sighed, and rummaged through his belongings to compose an answer. Fortunately, the Postmoogle could easily be found in one of the cities, but he had to be brief. Likely they would not deliver it straight to Einrich, as they did to him, since he was not on Eorzea.
He walked towards a nearby outpost and began to write a very short reply.
Kellach Wood Wrote:Garlemald? They are very much bad news, Brother. They have no pity, and take no quarters against any who would stand against them. I am relieved that you do not plan on firmly opposing them, but do be careful. I hear they regard any disobedience as outright treason!
In so far as your journal is concerned, as soon as you have it made, I will ensure that it is kept safe and if you wish it so, its contents distributed among the populace here. I doubt many would care, but the more information is distributed, the less it has a chance to die out.
Myself, I have some bad personal news, but those are inconsequential compared to yours so I will not relate them here. Still, I am glad that you are doing something for our people. I, however, am afraid I must disappoint you. I will not grow into the hero you believe I can be. Perhaps in those days, I wanted to be a hero, and I can't say I don't want to be one still - However, I will never be a hero. I am far too much of a disappointment to lay claim to that title.
Until next time, Brother, where I hope I will not have disappointed you.
- your Brother, Kellach
P.S. Hush, Brother. This outfit is amazing.
He quietly chucked to himself thinking that he was the only one who liked it. He cared not. He liked it, and that was that. Still, he would have to hand this to the Postmoogle next time he was in town, and hope that it can make its way to his brother.