A Letter to Fiona

After the disposition of supplies was settled, seeing the others who had been drawn into this maelstrom, and seeing the tokens of power they possessed, I realized that I needed an edge myself, some thing of power of this Realm. I searched the rooms of as many of the Elders as I could, even the ones I now saw appearing of those lost during the days before the current reign. Of course there were items that should be locked away, and others that I wished to obtain for myself. Who better to search for them than one proficient in such matters of power as I?

Your room was easy to enter: the wards were largely intact, and they allowed me entrance so readily that it was as though they thought I was you. Inside, I discovered a scene fit for Florimel’s dungeons. Blood and gore were spattered everywhere, centered on the stool before your dressing table. Later, I decided it was the fate of any two or more who happened to share the same space when the Realms merged: all the more reason to thank the Chimera that I am quite unique among the Realms. Lying beside the stool was a tall woman, well-endowed in both physical appearance and physical strength, obviously a daughter of another Fiona from her appearance, struck dead by a random piece of exploding flesh and bone.

I searched, but, as I had expected, your Jewel was not present. I doubted that you would have left it behind when you left for the Courts, but I had to make sure. There were other, even darker occult items throughout the room, but I heeded the warnings about the chaotic nature of magic and did not meddle. Instead, as the only one who could easily pass the wards, I left them well protected for later study.

It was a far different sight in Brand’s rooms. The wards that had so easily meshed about your door, here they collided with appalling force. Together, they did more damage to the room than what I had seen in your rooms, despite the fact that there were no bodies whatsoever found here. What I did find was treasure almost beyond compare: not the Pattern blade of your brother, but of one of his parallel selves. I know not which Realm it truly belongs to, and I care not for its power, nor is a blade my preferred tool, but it will make good coin for trading.

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