Torra's Letters to Nathan

Dear Nat,

How’s everything going back home? Have things settled down yet? You’re staying out of shit right? If you ever need to run, you can always come stay with me. Once I have a place to stay that is. You won’t believe what’s been going on.
The ride over was peaceful enough, but we seem to have uncovered some sort of conspiracy to destroy the world. I am completely serious. Now we’re getting blamed for the mass murder of a village of Olmans. Seriously long story. It wasn’t us.
Oh right, “us.”
I seem to have fallen in with some strange people who were on the ship with me. Basically they’re the only ones with any combat ability. This includes Lavinia. She says that we’re the only ones she has left she can trust. Ironic, right? I feel bad for her though. Her parents were murdered by her own brother. He went fucking crazy. We killed him.
I don’t know what to think about most of my companions yet. Most of them are rather, unique, if you know what I mean. There’s a monk I think you would like. Surprisingly, Lavinia’s my favorite. She takes her responsibility for the people here seriously. I like that.
They still think I’m a sorceress. I don’t know why I’m keeping that story up, old habits die hard I guess. Also, it probably wouldn’t do a world of good for my reputation for that to get out. Although, it looks like it might anyway. Remember those Olmans I said we’d been accused of killing? Well, now we’re on some sort of screwed-up trial where we have to prove ourselves by completing tasks. One of those tasks is to guard the wall from the creepies that lurk north of us. I’m on top of the wall right now. So far it’s been quiet. If I’m lucky, nothing will happen, and we’ll get out of this easily.
Damn it, all I wanted was to try to have a peaceful, legitimate life.
I can almost hear you laughing at that. It’s true though. It would have been fine if none of this had come up, and none of this was my fault. I swear I had nothing to do with it.
I saved some people. That was good right?
Oh. Well, I guess that does count as getting myself involved doesn’t it?
Damn you, Nat. Why do you always have to be right?
___~——~ fuck

Sorry about that. We got attacked by DEMONIC TIGERS.
The Olman’s seem to like me now. Always good to have contacts, right?
Well, I’ll write you again soon. Now I just have to figure out how to get this mailed.

Love,
Torra

Dear Nat,

I asked Lavinia to send off my last letter for me. She’s not with the rest of the group anymore. I believe I have just been volunteered for a really dangerous mission. I didn’t speak up fast enough; Lavinia just looked so sad it was hard to say no, and then it was too late. On the other hand, I am being sent off with a great deal of money to bribe a dragon-turtle. Maybe I could siphon some for my own expenses.

I know, I know. I came here to live a more honest life. I feel like I’ll have earned it though, don’t you think?
… Maybe I’ll find a way other than through Lavinia to send off this letter. Not that I suspect her of reading my letters, but you can never be too careful right?
I didn’t steal the money. I’ll send this letter back with the boat.
I managed to talk the dragon-turtle out of eating us. It was a close thing though. My companions aren’t very diplomatic. I know I’m not usually the soul of diplomacy, myself, but I can at least be less than blunt. Remember that monk I said you’d like? She completely lacks that skill. Very compassionate. Could be a liability.
My “friend” cleric seems to have some rather unusual un-clericy skills. I’m going to have to keep an eye on that one. She’s very useful, and capable, but I don’t want that capability to end up used against me. After all, I don’t know for sure what she’s a cleric of.
The sea person seems useful. I can respect her. She has a lot of skills. She’s not particularly stealthy, but not everyone can be I guess.
Chastity is… interesting. Let’s just say she’s the opposite of her name. Hopefully that won’t get us into trouble.
We’ve saved a couple people from a cave, one’s a Troglodite and one’s an Oman. The Troglodite has agreed to guide us deeper into the cave so we can destroy the production center of the WORLD DESTROYING PEARLS. Yes, you read that right. They’re out to destroy the world with exploding, mutation-causing pearls.
Now that I’m involved I figure I’d better stay involved to make sure this gets done right. I don’t wanna die, or be mutated into an evil tentacle thing. I’m beginning to wonder what I was hired to steal.
Oh by the way, that puts your life in my hands, how do you feel about that? Better be nice to me.

Love,
Torra

My Dear Torra,

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! How did you get yourself into this one? I think you’ve set a new record for the depth of shit a person can be in. If anyone can slog their way out though, it’s you. And no, I don’t need to be nice to you. It sounds like your life depends on this as much as mine, and you are far too self-centered to let yourself die just to get back at me.

I told you you’d end up involved with the local trouble (though admittedly I didn’t expect this). A quiet life just doesn’t suit you. If it did, you’d never have met me.
Are you getting paid for this? You should at least try to negotiate for some sort of a reward, even if it has to be after the fact. For something like this a small country or something might be sufficient.
Your lucky I know you so well, or I’d be sure you were making this up. Seriously, what am I supposed to do with this? Round up a local, anti-pearl militia? Like that’s going to happen.
Ah well, I guess I’ll just steal, drink, and gamble the days away. Business as usual right?
So how are you holding up under all this pressure? You were always a tough one, but the stress has got to be pretty bad.
Since you asked, I’ve kept mostly out of trouble. No one’s after my head anyway, not even for the incident that sent you running. I guess they don’t consider me to be at fault. They did ask if I knew where you’d disappeared to. I told them no of course. You don’t need any more trouble.
You should at least make sure you get a mansion out of this or something. When you do, that’s when you should invite me over. I’ll trade you sex. It’ll be good sex, but you know that don’t you?
Anyway, send me frequent updates on your progress. I’d like to be kept up on how this is going.
‘Course, if you fail I’ll know before your letter gets a chance to get here.

Love,
Your Nat

Dearest Nat,

Thanks for the vote of confidence. Well, things have gotten progressively more fucked up. Now we’ve freed an ancient evil in the hopes that it will be less evil than what we’re currently facing. For example, they want to enslave the world instead of destroying it. On the other hand the last time they tried that they ended up paralyzed for several hundred years, so maybe they’ll have reconsidered their strategy for getting ahead in the world.

We freed them by allowing water into these caves to rehydrate them, so now we have to get the pearl factory destroyed and get back up before the flood kills us all. If you get this letter you can assume that we succeeded.
The walls of this particular building we’re in are made of flesh and covered with unsettling, unblinking eyes. I don’t like be watched like this. I feel rather exposed.
You’re right; I’m going to have to see about that reward. I have more than earned one. And you better watch out, I just might take you up on that offer to make you my boy-toy. I think I’ve earned that too.
Damn, why did I ever leave you behind? I could use you by my side right now. Then again, you never would have come without something in it for you.
And yeah, this is just a little stressful.

Torra's Letters to Nathan

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