Post by Unknown on Jul 29, 2009 20:48:16 GMT -5
"SQUAWK! SQUAWK! SQUAWWWWWWW-!"
Suddenly a very dead bird smashed through a window in a house on the outskirts of Drakborough. The mass of black feathers, bone, and blood seemed to have a small envelope attached to a foot, completely unharmed by the entrance through the window. It was, however, speckled with the birds blood. The envelope itself was enchanted, and if anyone other than the intended recipient opened it the letter inside would resemble an advert for a free Fur Cleaning service. If the intended recipient, one Roan Aliagh as the handsome script on the envelope directed, opened it, she would find a letter written by a man with no name to sign.
To My Dear Roan Aliagh,
It has been far too long since we have conversed with each other! In fact, I find it hard to remember a single time in which we did exchange words. I do recall a time, though, when I left you with a few words. You may not recall this event, or you may attribute the event to a dream, preferring to believe that what occured was a miracle instead of a deliberate attempt by a creature most evil.
If I may recall your memory, the event in question took place some three years ago, in what was then the Dueling Hall of the Palace of Slytherin. The Dueling Hall no longer stands, partly due to myself, but I am sure you remember the event I describe. In this Hall, the converted bedchamber of Salazar Slytherin himself, you attempted to take your own life.
It was at this time that I took pity on you, Miss Aliagh, and I was the one who spared your life. This task was not easy for me, and it required a level of magic that I have yet been able to replicate. I fear you may be a special case. I was able to remove the molten remains of the dagger you used in your attempt from your body, and then I was able to heal the massive injuries.
If you are wondering why I bring this event up, it is because I have waited these three years to settle this account. You, simply put, owe me your life Miss Aliagh. In exchange for the life I saved, I ask that you end the miserable existence of one without life. This creature should be delivered into a final death, and I believe that you have the skill needed to do so.
I have included a picture of the Vampire. She is but a fledgling, and should be no trouble. After she is dead, we will meet in person.
From your dear friend,
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The picture was of a young girl, perhaps 14, with blond hair. A name was scrawled across it in the same handsome writing:
Elle Pierce
Suddenly a very dead bird smashed through a window in a house on the outskirts of Drakborough. The mass of black feathers, bone, and blood seemed to have a small envelope attached to a foot, completely unharmed by the entrance through the window. It was, however, speckled with the birds blood. The envelope itself was enchanted, and if anyone other than the intended recipient opened it the letter inside would resemble an advert for a free Fur Cleaning service. If the intended recipient, one Roan Aliagh as the handsome script on the envelope directed, opened it, she would find a letter written by a man with no name to sign.
To My Dear Roan Aliagh,
It has been far too long since we have conversed with each other! In fact, I find it hard to remember a single time in which we did exchange words. I do recall a time, though, when I left you with a few words. You may not recall this event, or you may attribute the event to a dream, preferring to believe that what occured was a miracle instead of a deliberate attempt by a creature most evil.
If I may recall your memory, the event in question took place some three years ago, in what was then the Dueling Hall of the Palace of Slytherin. The Dueling Hall no longer stands, partly due to myself, but I am sure you remember the event I describe. In this Hall, the converted bedchamber of Salazar Slytherin himself, you attempted to take your own life.
It was at this time that I took pity on you, Miss Aliagh, and I was the one who spared your life. This task was not easy for me, and it required a level of magic that I have yet been able to replicate. I fear you may be a special case. I was able to remove the molten remains of the dagger you used in your attempt from your body, and then I was able to heal the massive injuries.
If you are wondering why I bring this event up, it is because I have waited these three years to settle this account. You, simply put, owe me your life Miss Aliagh. In exchange for the life I saved, I ask that you end the miserable existence of one without life. This creature should be delivered into a final death, and I believe that you have the skill needed to do so.
I have included a picture of the Vampire. She is but a fledgling, and should be no trouble. After she is dead, we will meet in person.
From your dear friend,
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The picture was of a young girl, perhaps 14, with blond hair. A name was scrawled across it in the same handsome writing:
Elle Pierce