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Book Information Letter from Tanlorin
ID	8393
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Letter from Tanlorin

by Tanlorin

A personal letter from Tanlorin

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[PlayerName]

When I was little, and causing trouble in Rellenthil a lifetime ago, I'd always dreamed of adventuring. I imagined myself sailing the seas, chasing the sunset as the captain of my own ship.

My grand-mere humored me well enough. She even shared her own childhood dreams. Like her wish to part the mists of the Southern Sea in search of Pyandonea. But she never failed to remind me of my duties. I had a family name to uphold. I was allowed my dreams as long as I remembered they were nothing more than what they were. Childish. We were respected mages after all. And that's all we should endeavor to be.

Obviously, I didn't care for all that nonsense. Forget designing spires for the Sapiarchs or dedicating decades of my life, if not centuries, to researching some magical conundrum. No. I'd be an adventurer. So, I kept dreaming.

I don't know why my powers first manifested, or how, but I remember I was telling my grand-mere about a new dream of mine, one that suffered no shortage of swashbuckling, when I felt an icy chill wash over me followed by words appearing in my mind like frost spreading on the surface of a pond. Nonsense. Foolish. Juvenile.

Suddenly, I could glean the feelings and thoughts of those around me. Their fleeting angers, repressed fears, anxious musings. And, like a riptide beneath their churning interiors, I became aware of how much I disappointed them.

"Tanlorin struggles with the simplest of sigil craft. They can barely control what sparks and flames they can muster. They nearly uprooted grand-mere's favorite Alinor maple while trying to conjure wind for their kite."

In the end, no amount of study or assurances that yes, finally, I want to be a mage, could change the course of things. I was to be given tattoos, magical in make and purpose, so that not even I, untrained and without skill, could harm anyone with my wasted potential. But the tattoos also meant my control of magic was stunted, if not outright banished. So, what use was I to the family?

I'm embarrassed to admit how long I found myself agreeing with them. That my worth vanished the moment ink and magicka met my skin. But then I met you. A dashing adventurer whose words don't freeze. Whose smile isn't hollow. Whose eyes are bright with possibility.

Apologies. I know this has been long-winded, but be grateful I chose to do this on parchment rather than in person. I guarantee you it'd be three times as long. If there's one thing I want you to take away from this, it's that you have reignited little Tan's spark.

I'm dreaming of all the things I can be again, and I have you to thank for that.

Tanlorin