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This message seems less like a proper letter and more a correspondence with, well maybe not a friend but an acquaintance .
"Hey buddy. Very long story short; I don't have my memories and I need you to talk to my boss if I don't return within 22 days. He currently has consensual ownership over them. I promise this is not a kink or control thing. Does this need to be thoughtful incase I do die? What if he doesn't look for Bob? Fuck. I need to explain better. More proper. I can do that. Right? Let's try again."
This one doesn't start like a proper letter should. There is no address to a person, there's barely any legible words. It looks like a the author just poured water on the paper to smug the ink into something completely unreadable. Only three words can be made out by the end of the letter. Like Adhan himself found justice in the finality of the statement.
"Maybe it would be better to just write everything out. Let you know everything I do, which adamantly isn't much. I don't think this is a great way to start this."
The rest of what was written has been completely scratched out to the point the paper has ripped.
I apologize for this letter is more a stream of thought than a carefully crafted final will and testimony. I have done things and had things done to me; memories of mine have been taken by my boss Bob. He will be coming to town while I am away. If I were to die on the journey my party and I are partaking in, I request that you visit Bob and ask for him to releqish, relequest, give back, no, not give back Fuck. I can't write proper to save my life. Never ask me to spell any word longer than three syllables. Ask the goofy fucker to explain what happened to me. The memories I mean. I know it makes no sense for me to ask you specifically, especially after all the help you've provided me us. I promise it will make sense. If I do return, please ignore this message. If I have the balls, I'll explain to you later. Once I ask Bob myself for the memories back. Gods, Fuck. This is going to suck.
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"Oh great sevens, another note written like a child, clenching their fist and not knowing to lift the pen between letters." Odith sighs out as he attempts to read the recently found note.
"Hey, sorry this is all I can spare at the moment. I know it's weird, but look under the bed. Like under all the bed. Like the wooden part of the bed that holds the bed up. There should be a box. In the box was my best attempt at copying how y'all have the ice chests. There should be two wine bottles? Are they wine bottles if there's no longer wine in them? I know Scilus said we weren't to donate, but I did my best to squeeze out two bottles worth of blood. It came from the arms so no worries about where it came from haha. Do people write haha or ahaha? whatever. ANYWAYS, back on track. I want to offer them directly to you as further incentive to go take to my boss if I do not return within 22 days. I will only be gone (hopefully) 17 of the 30 days the Dom is in town. But if I am not back, please go talk to him. I know this sounds crazy, and I am sorry I can't offer more, but please. Plus I remember you saying you can't change unless you drink something recently. I hope this will be enough to cover some shifts."
"Who the hell writes like this?" Odith just tosses the note into the trashcan before walking to the bed and sliding out the bottles. "Why does he want me to talk to his boss so bad?"
Odith had gotten what he came for. He fished out the crown before laying it on the bears head.
"I'll get Kathra to sew you up."
Tossing the sock in the air before snatching it again and walking out of the room. "That man is a freak. Too many puzzles, too many notes. Was a fun little adventure to start my morning with. Low stakes, and money at the end."
Following the directions written out in the letter, Odith grabs the bear off its throne and a little paper crown falls from its head. Odith takes one of his blades and carefully cuts the stitches around the paw of the bear before fishing out the key hiding among the stuffing. Once the key had been retrieved, he goes to grab the fallen crown before realizing it landed among a pile of crumpled papers in the trash beside the desk.
Before he digs through the trash for the crown, he unlocked the desk drawer with the key and noticed a sock. "Did he real-" the words were cut short by a groan escaping his lips. "Another fucking note? Dude come on. I know the notebooks are limitless, but did you really need to use ever single paper available to you?"
Odith grabs the sock and begins counting the coin. "What did you do to feel guilty enough to leave so much?"
Not knowing what to do with the information of two wine bottles filled with unidentified blood Odith takes them to Violet to let her inspect them. He explains that he found them in Emrys' room and decides the money is not worth going back in that mans room.
Feeling uneasy, Odith traveled to the side of the bed first. Touching the covers before reaching slowly for the pillows. Tossing each aside before reaching for the blanket. Item by item the bed lost its pristine look. Sheets were removed, covers thrown to the floor, pillows scattered around the room. Eventually Odith even lifted the mattress to guarantee that nothing was amiss in the room.
Under the mattress laid the flat boards that held the bed above the floor. Below the flat boards was a box. Once pulled out from under its hiding spot, Odith lifted the lid and noticed the box's contents. Inside, lined with leather skin and filled with ice, the box held two wine bottles. No note left to explain why they're were hidden...
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The potential for money out weighted the thought of being pulled into an elaborate prank. It wouldn't be the first time Odith got caught in something like this. Majo would get the boy in more trouble than worth most nights. All over the dumbest things. Though he would also always weasel the two out of it just as easy.
"All that boy knew how to do was lie," Odith muttered to himself, "and hurt and maim." God, there was signs everywhere Odith turned when thinking about that boy. Red as the blood that Odith now is forced to drink in order to live.
As the door fell open, Odith examined the room in attempt to deter his thoughts. The room looked spotless. As if there was never a presence in here to begin with. The bear mentioned in the letter sat on a small throne on the desk, as if it was watching the room in Emrys' absence.
The bed also struck Odith's eye. Everything was too neat, too perfect. It was like the boy had been laying on the ground instead of in the bed for the past few days. The chair was pushed in, but still tilted outward like Emrys had rushed to push it in, but didn't care to make it straight. The dresser drawers were pushed most of the way in, far enough that the house cleaners would probably ignore them in hopes of getting the room finished faster. The rug had been slightly cockeyed, but no one would have notice if they weren't looking for imperfections. But with all the other items looking like they had been rearranged at some point to suit the visitors like and then returned. Yet the bed remain untouched, duvet fully on, silk sheets corner tucked, blanket folded over itself to give the feeling of cleanliness.
There was never a stated amount of money listed in the letter. There most likely is no money and all of this was just an elaborate scheme to prank the man. Emrys, no, that group didn't seem to do well with money. Xerxes just gave him 40 platinum the night they arrived while asking him bogus questions about him. That was probably all the money the group had. Though it wouldn't make much sense entrusting Xerxes with the funds.
"Nothing of that group makes sense. The longer their gone, the better. We don't need blood money nor stolen funds. We have enough shit to deal with.
After finishing the letter written by Emrys, Odith's analyzed the situation. He could ignore the plea for help from the stranger that lived within his walls and the man would be none the wiser. He even stated in the letter that if he was to return to ignore his begging. Odith was facing two options. Ignore a potential dying man's wish, or wait the 22 days. A third option did present itself as he read the letter once again. He could go see Bob early, ask for the information as a, "just in case". Do it early so he doesn't have to wait the 22 days. Emrys would have no reason to be disgruntled if he didn't know it had be done. He asked for it and Odith had written proof of that. Written proof that stated to wait 22 days.
"Just go ask the man. It's only," Odith began yet never finished as he noticed it was past 6pm. The odd man did mention a coin pouch left behind for the manor within the desk.
Odith grabbed the letter as he left the room, asking Bryn which room had belonged to the redhead's for his stay. Finding the room had been easy, deciding whether to open the door or leave it be was proving to be more challenging.
What if the psycho left a trap? What if there was no money and the letter was simply to get under the pale skin of the estate manager. None of them seemed to respect that he was in charge of the estate. A position that Violet herself appointed him. She finds him trustworthy and important enough to give him such a title. Those loud mouths never once listened to him when he tried to tell them how things are now. Now that Violet is in charge of the manor.
Noticing the hand writing of the letter seeming to be chicken scratch, Odith decides to place it on the desk within his room.
"If someone has something to discuss with me, they can do it when I am available." He mutters as he walks out his bedroom door, leaving the note behind. He asked the house staff is anyone was attempting to summon him, but when they all responded in the negative, he decided to leave the letter be.
This is for my Dungeons and Dragons DM as a side thing. Bare bones - Emrys is a changeling that Odith, his childhood best friend, believes killed him. Emrys has no memory of this and is leaving notes for if he were to die on this quest. Emrys' boss holds memories for the changeling due to their agreement, but neither knows if it will reveal Emrys as Odith's killer. Kind of like a choose your own adventure story.
Waking up to a house full of strangers was never something Odith envisioned after Violet managed to reclaim the manor from Viella after she had been murdered. While the city had been turning to shit for the last few months, the tetrad that walked into his home hasn't been making things easier.
Aliria, labeled the one with the goggles that stares as if seeing through Odith's skin. As if seeing every wrong doing he has yet to announce or be held accountable for. Odith has done his time and served his sentence. Hell, he's been held accountable for shit he hasn't even thought of. Yet.
Xerxes, also know as the loud and messy one. Always racing to a finish line or beat a timer no one has set.
Emrys, also loud but refused to met his eyes. He silences every time Odith enters a room and either makes a hasted escape, disappears, or tries to make himself as unnoticeable as possible. As if he is also repenting for crimes someone else forced his hand to commit. Maybe it's for breaking and entering and screaming at the top of his lung the first night he was here.
And finally that doctor, Scilus. Claiming to be Viella's husband. Not once has Violet seen her with him, nor he with her. Claiming to be the next vampire lord. Claiming this as his home yet Odith has never seen this man here before. He stalked Odith, followed him as if he was a lost pet. Decided to stick his nose where it never belonged. Drew more attention to the manor for nothing. Now thinks he has the right to meetings that have nothing to do with him.
Yet that's not every the worse of the possie of insufferable pricks.
The worst of it was that doctor of theirs forcing memories to resurface of that backstabbing cretin Majo. Who in their right mind forces someone to not only relive, but to explain their own murder. Done by their childhood friend no less. Fucking ridicules.
As Odith wakes for the day, he releases a sigh from lungs that no longer need air to breathe before getting ready. Brushing his hair and getting dressed in proper clothing. Nothing he would have worn from that caravan or hold any resemblances of that misborn.
As Odith reaches for the door, he hears a soft crinkle of paper under his foot. Looking down, he notices an envelope with his name written on the cover. The hand writing scratchy and rushed. As if this was written by a man who knew his life was going to end that night.
Does he open the enevolope?
Yes - read the letter document tagged to the background
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