{ A letter arrives in a plain bone tube, delivered on a rainy day.}
Sweet Grims,
There is a dream, and in that dream, a beast arises - a maw, shrieking insanities. It is opposed by another, one with a hundred hands and a hundred feet, and there is a fight that shakes the mountains. The hundred-handed, the hecatoncheires, emerges the winner - but its thirst for blood is not sated, and it slouches away to find another meal.
So now, I ask to become two more hands among a hundred. Let me walk with you down the path you have chosen. You know me already - many of you do not trust me, and that shows wisdom, but you know me. You know I will not fail you. I await your answer.
Dreamer watch you,
the Araun
A letter in a bone scrolltube
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A letter in a bone scrolltube
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AKA: Araun, the.
AKA: Araun, the.