Second Letter: What I've gotten into.
Can you imagine taking a devil on, one on one? I did it.
It's concerning, but I have to say, I can hold my own now. I have to, one of the members of my group only seems to be good at running- oh, make that two. At least they help me practice my art. The friendly ones help me work on staving off death, my enemies... I have brought it to many.
I know, I promised I'd be merciful. I've given as many people as many chances as I can get away with. Hells, I gave the man with a devil for a pet alive.
My friends, if we can call them that yet, are still reckless. Now, one has this... armor. It's strange, powerful, and it seems to protect his ego above all. Omni's smart, but he- for one- can't handle his liquor, and he drinks. The kobold is getting into more trouble than he can digest, and does he bleed...
Now, the bard. I said we'd come back to this. The man known as Herm. He really knows how to, well... I think he pretends to know things. What Herm has done, to my knowledge, is sing, drink, and hide. I'm cetrtain, or at least I hope, that what we are about to undertake will help him find his niche in this group. I know I have found mine. There's no easy way out of the work we found ourselves in, it's practically community service.
They asked about my past tonight. I tried to keep it brief, they know my home life now, if they weren't too drunk to listen. I mean, it was only so long ago, 5 years? The memories are still fresh in my mind. A naive 19 year old thinking she can make things right in the world. Well, look where I am now.
The memories that come after my father died are even clearer, the day you found me, and Naarah, the stake... my hands shake just thinking about it. Regardless, they don't need to know this. Half of us seem open with their pasts, it being successes, or strange conquests. But, I still don't feel comfortable about what has happened, all because I thought with hands skilled in our craft, I could begin to right wrongs. Look what I've done to avenge the wrongful deaths in my past. Look what I've gotten into again. I had Forebrew killed.
I feel justified. The pain I felt would have brought a strong man to his knees.
Now I only wonder what is next for me, and the other three.
(This letter is sealed in a letter and kept on Elon)
Elon's Journal Ordered oldest to newest
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First Letter: Malone, you were right.
07 May 2020 04:48:55
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Second Letter: What I've gotten into.
12 May 2020 05:15:10
07 May 2020 04:48:55
12 May 2020 05:15:10
The major events and journals in Elon's history, from the beginning to today.
Please don't talk anymore, okay? It's only going to upset me.
05:32 pm - 12.05.2020Second Letter: What I've gotten into.
Can you imagine taking a devil on, one on one? I did it. It's concerning, but I have to say, I can hold my own now. I have to, one of the members of my group only seems to be good at running- oh, make that two. At least they help me practice my art. Th...
05:15 am - 12.05.2020First Letter: Malone, you were right.
Being part of what is basically this city's guard, for the last few days, hasn't felt as... I don't know, heroic? Maybe it's the group I've been given, or the mission we were given. Maybe regular mercenaries feel like this is just another day in the life,...
04:45 am - 07.05.2020There's another shelter, gone. Moving to the south side of town, maybe someone needs something done.
12:50 am - 08.04.2020The list of amazing people following the adventures of Elon.



Social
Contacts & Relations
The only connection she really had was Malone, and now they were on separate paths. It's complicated, now.
Family Ties
Her only living relative is her mother, and she lives in Subdabar. Elon's father died in a mine when she was young, and she left her home shortly afterwords, hoping to one day make things right.
Religious Views
She didn't originally follow any sort of religion or deity, but she knows someone or something is fueling her magick. She is tolerant of other's faiths, and keeps hers to herself.
Hobbies & Pets
She's got a bird named Riven, he's a Raven. She prefers to write than read. Her nightly rituals are strange affairs to the untrained eye, utilizing arcane chants and materials not unlike a mage's. If these aren't taking up her time, she's either on a job, or writing short letters she never sends.