She wrote finally, in her painstaking elaborately neat script. "I have seen others address Him as 'Your Excellency,' but that sounds more like the title of a king. "Dear, Your Holiness?" She spoke it out loud to hear its sound on her tongue as she often did when writing her tales. She placed her quill, a fine, snow-white pinion from a gull, to the parchment. "I should be asking His Grace all these questions! No doubt in my mind, if anyone knows the answers, it is He." "Were we actually 'chosen' by Asheron to come here? Or did he merely plant his portals upon the face of Ispar for the unwary and curious to stumble upon?" Through his folly, his people became enslaved and mine have been snatched from our homeland to cleanse his land of the evil Olthoi. Although men may invoke his name when granted good fortune, or curse it for being brought here, I see him as a foolish mage who toyed with magics beyond his capabilities. Regardless, if the 'Master' is a god or not, he shall never receive my prayers or homage. Altars have been erected in his name, but he is merely the servant of some great Unseen Master. "Some worship Bael'Zharon as if he were a god. "Do gods truly exist? The ancient writings found on this island speak of the existence of 'witch gods.' The Falatacot once worshipped these gods, but that race no longer walks upon this land. But what title of address does one use for one whom so many view as almost a god? ![]() I'm sure His Grace has much more pressing matters. He most likely will not even bother to read my letter. Surely His Grace is much to busy to listen to the lamentations of one such as me. "How does one address a letter to another of such greatness?" she wondered. It was peaceful enough to write, but still close enough to town to hear when trouble arose. This was a favorite place of hers, in between the freshness of the ocean and the rawness of the Direlands settlement. A bottle of ink sat on a rock before her, and the corners of her parchment were weighted from the sea breeze with stones. She sat in the shade of a Direlands tree, just on the outskirts of Ayan Baqur.
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