Editing Midnight RPG - Chapter 16.666

''  Our last meeting seems almost star struck with the events that have followed.  You will understand the nature of my agressiveness and not hold old wounds I trust.  With my “companions” in toe when last we met I was not at leasure to speak freely and friendly.  While I know our elder years have taken us apart from the boyhood ideals and dreams, I am ... impressed that you have maintained your steadfastness to taking the road you chose.  You always said you would be meeting interesting and exciting new people...  Well, I can say that I have met some interesting new associates and they seem to have taken us in a synchronis pattern.''

''  The pig-fangers of this ‘vile’ consortium are weak but they are numerous over the army that decends upon us for the ceremony.  And they have been prepared to rise before they fall, doulbing the strength in their scarred and tainted abberant forms.  Just as the living corspses march to meet the seiges of the staunch tripod of trees, so too does this conclave seek to be the downfall of the kings of night in the true master’s eye.  But know this friend - it is not just the king of the valley that is being conspired against.  There has been shown to me a guile unlike any other I have known here within the corrupted circle of the would be, self-proclaimed ‘dead king’.  Some say the elven people have survived the coming night for millenia pointedly because they can afford the wait.  The pointed eared traitors have been shown to me, to be the masters of such plots, they can simply wait until their opposers die...  But with fate, it be not this day.  This day - the first moon in its full eye on the century of the shadow veil could be the catapult that may fall two kings suplanted by a new dark regime of elven-kind.  In the east the vile elf has told of an empire of ‘Gor Durinsil’ is being lain, while in the north I have heard mention of a peer king already on his throne, should this traitorous plot play out, an inverted troika geometry of elf-flesh shall form...  And when the world is ruled by the treacherous, will not the land grow darker still?''

''  Make way as you may.  Message born on the wing of this black foul will be safe, you have my life on that, for now.  I have made word with our mutual friend in Hillbird, she does well but is worried for your safety.  She has not ‘seen’ of you in dream nor other fasion in some time.  The cloud of the nail, I told her to be the blame.  What she has seen has been upsetting for her I fear.  She recounted her lst - a story of your form growing ghostly held in yoke standing before a great great pit standing alligned with an orc, an elf, and a Sarcosan.  It is with this worry that I risk the birth of this first of our correspondence.  When I take my place, escaping this ritual to come, when I find my home I hope to invite her to find her place in my city - where she will be cared for as only my second love could.  If you wish me well in courting her favor, I would ask your permission.  It is but a far cry of a dream I seek, my heart has accepted that my fate may fall here in this dead marsh...  But I believe, my friend, that not only can prayers can be answered but they can also be aided.  And it is with these dreams of hope that I call out to you.''