To Legate Argent

[johanmaxon]

Highly esteemed Legate,

Writing to you is I, Nadiri Voutan Mair. You might have heard about what has befallen me, but if you have not I will give a short summary. A wild flux of irrate magic affected my body, and I have been transmuted so that my guise is now that of a Hobgoblin.

My mind however is still my own, and my mental faculties fully intact.

You can imagine how dreadful of an experience this has been.

Yet, there is hope. The Tower's foremost experts on transmutations, Nadiris and Apothars, have prepared a retransformation experiment. Reagents for this has been collected. Yet, there is one thing lacking. Little remain from my prior form, only but a few hairs from my pillow. Thus, more genetic human material is required to direct the magic into re-transforming me into a man, and our master transmuter have asked for human blood samples.

Perhaps I am vain, but I would prefer someone handsome rather than a street beggar. And so I pen this letter to you. Would you be willing to offer me your aid in this awful travesty that has befallen me?

I can offer little in recompense that I imagine you do not already have, but a chance to perhaps see something exciting in a marvelous arcane experiment. If you have anything else you would bid from me in return, do ask.

Humbly,
Nadiri Voutan Mair

[big metal rod]

Nadiri,

This is the most gormless, bold, and ludicrous proposition I have ever heard from a civilized man.  At the same time, it reeks of that old bloody sorcery from whence I fondly emerged. 

I'll do it.  I will not just hand off my blood, however, because I am one of the most powerful sorcerer's in the near ash and I know it's worth.  I want to be on hand to see what becomes of it, and will share it only as I please.

You will also owe me a favor.  The deep, personal kind.

If this is agreeable to you, sign and seal your next letter with blood in kind.

-Argent Argyris