Spellguard Order,

I understand that you hold Seeker Derun Hayis in captivity. Spare me the rhetoric and the lies regarding your supposed 'care' for him. He is to be released within a tenday, or there will be a series of severe repercussions until such time as you acquire the wisdom to adhere to my request.

- Bradoc Longpond

I'm afraid I've little idea what it is you are talking about, Seeker.

However these threats are most concerning.

Please stop by the tower at your earliest convenience so we can better work out this problem.

-Agent Elapidae

Spellguard,

I do hope your current coterie of field Agents received considerably more combat training than did Best or Blake when last your Order refused to hand over something that belonged to us.

- Bradoc Longpond

[Once more, our hero "The Lonely Letter" (( Previous adventures of Mr. Letter)) is brought into the realm of the living. When we last joined our hero, he was praying to be along Oghma's side as he was being tortured alive, the smell of tobacco filling his very being and being burned alive. Oghma is one of spreading knowledge, however, and Oghma was pleased with the results. In return for his duties in life, He was returned for a second chance. A chance to be better. Stronger. More meaningful. The rebellious scribblings of the Seeker, Our hero hoped to make a dent in the malicious armor of the Spelltyrants. Little did he know what fate was in store for him-

Late in the evening, he is awaken from his slumber, amidst a dark chamber. Scared, horrified, and lost, fear gripped his very being. Where was he? What had happened to him? Why was he here? Why would Oghma, who in divine grace, returned him to life, put him in such a sordid situation once more? He had always had doubts, but is that not what Faith is? When one overcomes doubts, does that not make one's faith stronger? Sitting alone. Trapped in the darkness, these thoughts flow through our Hero's mind.

What did fate have in store for him? Why did his lord continue to abandon him? Why was he trapped in some dark, horiffic place that smelled faintly of Lemons? Why was he ever recieved? Why could not a simple breeze from the oversized male blown him into the streets, into freedom? Only time would tell...]

((To be continued...))