Letter from Caroline Austerman to [REDACTED]
Dec 9, 2017 18:56:22 GMT -8
Post by Stu Venable on Dec 9, 2017 18:56:22 GMT -8
Dated two days prior to the invasion of Caravelle Island
Grand Master Mage [REDACTED],
My research is, I fear, at an end. I have a courier coming to take the Book of the Dead to you. Thank you for lending it to me. I would say it was very helpful in my research to cure vampirism, but alas, that wouldn't be true. Unfortunately, having the Book of the Dead at my disposal only showed me one thing: no cure for this affliction rests in our craft -- except perhaps what they refer to as the final death.
Though I tried countless permutations to find a cure to this vile mystic illness, my research proved ultimately fruitless. Both Enzo and Robert proved to be cooperative and willing test subjects, and both of them endured countless trials to rid themselves of this dark curse. Enzo was tolerant for a while, but eventually decided to seek his own path.
I regret that I gave Robert especially a false sense of hope. He was a kind boy, with an unwavering love of nature -- he reminded me of the Kah'vadi. And had a member of that order been assigned to Caravelle Island, I suspect Robert would have found a kindred spirit.
Such a trusting boy! With every new possible "cure," Robert's hope was renewed, but it was all for naught. I nearly killed the boy in my final experiment. And that ended his hope for a majickal cure.
But with every new hope and disappointment, he never blamed me -- though I dare say he should have. I truly regret the torture I put him through.
If I learned anything from my experiments, it is that not all of their kind are evil. And this discovery is perhaps most valuable.
When Enzo contacted me about the Order of Osiris at [REDACTED], I immediately contacted Robert. If I could not find him his cure, perhaps his own kind would.
I do not know if their methods could be considered a true cure, but it did lead me to conclude that if such a cure exists, it's in the hearts of the very few of their kind who still hold human hearts in their undead chests.
I have contacted a realtor to put my home up for sale. I expect I shall return to [REDACTED] in a few weeks, perhaps months.
Caroline Austerman
Grand Master Mage [REDACTED],
My research is, I fear, at an end. I have a courier coming to take the Book of the Dead to you. Thank you for lending it to me. I would say it was very helpful in my research to cure vampirism, but alas, that wouldn't be true. Unfortunately, having the Book of the Dead at my disposal only showed me one thing: no cure for this affliction rests in our craft -- except perhaps what they refer to as the final death.
Though I tried countless permutations to find a cure to this vile mystic illness, my research proved ultimately fruitless. Both Enzo and Robert proved to be cooperative and willing test subjects, and both of them endured countless trials to rid themselves of this dark curse. Enzo was tolerant for a while, but eventually decided to seek his own path.
I regret that I gave Robert especially a false sense of hope. He was a kind boy, with an unwavering love of nature -- he reminded me of the Kah'vadi. And had a member of that order been assigned to Caravelle Island, I suspect Robert would have found a kindred spirit.
Such a trusting boy! With every new possible "cure," Robert's hope was renewed, but it was all for naught. I nearly killed the boy in my final experiment. And that ended his hope for a majickal cure.
But with every new hope and disappointment, he never blamed me -- though I dare say he should have. I truly regret the torture I put him through.
If I learned anything from my experiments, it is that not all of their kind are evil. And this discovery is perhaps most valuable.
When Enzo contacted me about the Order of Osiris at [REDACTED], I immediately contacted Robert. If I could not find him his cure, perhaps his own kind would.
I do not know if their methods could be considered a true cure, but it did lead me to conclude that if such a cure exists, it's in the hearts of the very few of their kind who still hold human hearts in their undead chests.
I have contacted a realtor to put my home up for sale. I expect I shall return to [REDACTED] in a few weeks, perhaps months.
Caroline Austerman