This short letter is pinned to the wall, but simultaneously hand-delivered to anybody listed in it. In all cases, it is written on slightly yellowed, lightly creased paper.
If this letter reaches you, I regret to inform you, I, Æraláanist'haimaias Tyuesenthar Rhyluetherelvayas ú Gráelle Taleaenán, am dead. You may also have known me as Aeralaanys Tyeuse Rhylovhas, or simply as Asher. Beyond the grave contact is rather dramatic; have I ever been anything else?
However, the purpose of this letter is not to open any raw wounds nor to reinitiate explosive grieving (though, feel free to engage in such acts.). No; as with all deaths, the matter of property comes to mind. I have many heirs and, in truth, I care about none of them. Each have gone their own way, most likely forgetting me and forging new lives of their own. This is good. I encourage you to do the same, when the time comes.
For now, however, express your sorrow at your own leisure while you read what you've received from me. If you've received something from me. How grim it is, the division of a dead Elf's possessions.
That concludes all I wish to openly divvy out- the rest, I have organised to be privately notified. That being said, if you have not received a penny but were still close to me, know that any affection I held towards you was no less potent, nor any less significant than you believed it- I simply have (or more fittingly had) only so many things. Good luck, in your lives going forward- misery is no fit state to live in; I, of all people, knew this well. Enjoy yourselves- not all of you are as blessed to live such a protracted length as I.
Notably, there is no attached announcement for a burial or any funerary services.
If this letter reaches you, I regret to inform you, I, Æraláanist'haimaias Tyuesenthar Rhyluetherelvayas ú Gráelle Taleaenán, am dead. You may also have known me as Aeralaanys Tyeuse Rhylovhas, or simply as Asher. Beyond the grave contact is rather dramatic; have I ever been anything else?
However, the purpose of this letter is not to open any raw wounds nor to reinitiate explosive grieving (though, feel free to engage in such acts.). No; as with all deaths, the matter of property comes to mind. I have many heirs and, in truth, I care about none of them. Each have gone their own way, most likely forgetting me and forging new lives of their own. This is good. I encourage you to do the same, when the time comes.
For now, however, express your sorrow at your own leisure while you read what you've received from me. If you've received something from me. How grim it is, the division of a dead Elf's possessions.
To Sol Vivana Avalorn (@OkaDoka), I leave my personal journals (all 24 currently finished editions as well as any remaining copies or original versions from throughout my centuries) and a lockbox containing the last memorabilia of my first wife and lover. Do keep them safe, will you? and if you see fit to publish them, leave out the saucy bits. Or don't. I'd wager I'm far too dead by the time you get this to care. Further, you may lay claim to any or all of the furniture in my home, paintings and light decor included. I know you go through enough of your own; perhaps these being a gift will stop you from breaking yet more good chairs? Further, I leave you all of my Vaïel Promises; I'm sure they'll be useful should you find yourself in a scholar-town in Teled Methen. You will find a small necklace of sorts in the same lockbox- it is twine wrapped around silver. I'm sure you know what it is.
To High Priestess Gwaeranthe Syvesal'amoira (@MantaRey), I leave my libraries and any books within them that do not pertain to my personal journals; those belong to Vivana now. Hands off. With that past, you have the freedom to take every book within my current home. And the shelves, if you so wish. Cumbersome, I know, and many of them you cannot even read yet, or will never be able to; however, those shelves are troves of knowledge unmatched by any private collection, with enough reading material to last you the rest of your life and then some. Do not squander it. And please, Gods, don't burn them.
To Aesling Sylfina (@Bellarmina), I leave any and all bracelets, rings, earrings, circlets, and necklaces within my current collection of jewelry. They're very shiny, I know, and very valuable. Sell them, if you like. Keep them, if that is your wish. If you want to donate them to a museum to demonstrate late-Grandening era jewelry design, feel utterly free. Unfortunately, I don't believe I'm in possession of any bee-related merchandise at the time of writing this. All the same, my jewelry belongs to you now. Do with them as you please.
To Charlotte Hayes (@canaaa), I leave you half the sum of all physical money currently held in person or in any of my accounts at any banks. You've lived hard; perhaps it's time for a few years of lavish? I'm sure you'll be able to afford a great quantity of good timber for all this.
To Duke-Consort Rodrigo Peirgarten (@Yigit), I leave what progress was made on my false hand before I decided to have the arm removed. It's very silver, very unfinished, and very slender. You may wish for it to be reshaped to suit your own proportions better. I wouldn't blame you- I've been told my hands are quite feminine. The piece is in a trunk at the foot of my bed- you may have it retrieved at your leisure.
To Her Eminence Amelina Peirgarten (@seoulmate), I leave my collection of wines and spirits. They're very old, most likely vinegar by now, but I imagine some of them will still be good. I do hope you drank the last one I brought you; it was one of my better ones. The collection is in my basement- you may have it retrieved at your leisure.
To Madame Constanze du Brierust (@Finlaggan), I leave my glassware, silverware, fine china, etc. It's an odd thing to leave to you, I am very sure, but I am just as sure that you'll be needing it, given the number of such items I've been told you've thrown. Do treat these with some respect, will you? They're older than your family by twofold, at least.
To Jhaartael Rhuiviel (@ChapterDeath), I leave my old knife from the Mage Wars- Olsanór. It's hidden under the fourth floorboard from the rightmost entryway into my home in the Altalaan District. It isn't Nightsilver, but it's still in decent shape.
To Faraine Olawenys (@SpunSugar), I leave my old longsword from the Mage Wars- ílusaveyr. It's hidden under the sixth floorboard from the leftmost entryway into my home in the Altalaan District. It isn't Nightsilver, but it's a damn good sword. Put it to good use, will you? I can scarcely think of a more suitable warrior to hold it, and I'll be damned if I give the Sol another excuse to launch herself into battle.
To Azelloa Hallevandeia (@Caelamus), I leave my houseplants. I understand- racial profiling, discrimination, the like, but these plants are born of trimmings from before the Wildering. With this, I'm sure you understand my decision to give them to you rather than let them wilt and die. Good luck- they're as old as you, or older.
To Mae Draylas (@Lumiess), I'm as shocked that I'm leaving you anything as you are- but, I could think of no better person to appreciate the cool factor (do the hip kids still say that?) in my collection of late-Allorn era pointy things. They're in the cupboard next to the display case with the Meraic skulls inside- don't bring those home. Malruthiia would be mortified.
To High Priestess Gwaeranthe Syvesal'amoira (@MantaRey), I leave my libraries and any books within them that do not pertain to my personal journals; those belong to Vivana now. Hands off. With that past, you have the freedom to take every book within my current home. And the shelves, if you so wish. Cumbersome, I know, and many of them you cannot even read yet, or will never be able to; however, those shelves are troves of knowledge unmatched by any private collection, with enough reading material to last you the rest of your life and then some. Do not squander it. And please, Gods, don't burn them.
To Aesling Sylfina (@Bellarmina), I leave any and all bracelets, rings, earrings, circlets, and necklaces within my current collection of jewelry. They're very shiny, I know, and very valuable. Sell them, if you like. Keep them, if that is your wish. If you want to donate them to a museum to demonstrate late-Grandening era jewelry design, feel utterly free. Unfortunately, I don't believe I'm in possession of any bee-related merchandise at the time of writing this. All the same, my jewelry belongs to you now. Do with them as you please.
To Charlotte Hayes (@canaaa), I leave you half the sum of all physical money currently held in person or in any of my accounts at any banks. You've lived hard; perhaps it's time for a few years of lavish? I'm sure you'll be able to afford a great quantity of good timber for all this.
To Duke-Consort Rodrigo Peirgarten (@Yigit), I leave what progress was made on my false hand before I decided to have the arm removed. It's very silver, very unfinished, and very slender. You may wish for it to be reshaped to suit your own proportions better. I wouldn't blame you- I've been told my hands are quite feminine. The piece is in a trunk at the foot of my bed- you may have it retrieved at your leisure.
To Her Eminence Amelina Peirgarten (@seoulmate), I leave my collection of wines and spirits. They're very old, most likely vinegar by now, but I imagine some of them will still be good. I do hope you drank the last one I brought you; it was one of my better ones. The collection is in my basement- you may have it retrieved at your leisure.
To Madame Constanze du Brierust (@Finlaggan), I leave my glassware, silverware, fine china, etc. It's an odd thing to leave to you, I am very sure, but I am just as sure that you'll be needing it, given the number of such items I've been told you've thrown. Do treat these with some respect, will you? They're older than your family by twofold, at least.
To Jhaartael Rhuiviel (@ChapterDeath), I leave my old knife from the Mage Wars- Olsanór. It's hidden under the fourth floorboard from the rightmost entryway into my home in the Altalaan District. It isn't Nightsilver, but it's still in decent shape.
To Faraine Olawenys (@SpunSugar), I leave my old longsword from the Mage Wars- ílusaveyr. It's hidden under the sixth floorboard from the leftmost entryway into my home in the Altalaan District. It isn't Nightsilver, but it's a damn good sword. Put it to good use, will you? I can scarcely think of a more suitable warrior to hold it, and I'll be damned if I give the Sol another excuse to launch herself into battle.
To Azelloa Hallevandeia (@Caelamus), I leave my houseplants. I understand- racial profiling, discrimination, the like, but these plants are born of trimmings from before the Wildering. With this, I'm sure you understand my decision to give them to you rather than let them wilt and die. Good luck- they're as old as you, or older.
To Mae Draylas (@Lumiess), I'm as shocked that I'm leaving you anything as you are- but, I could think of no better person to appreciate the cool factor (do the hip kids still say that?) in my collection of late-Allorn era pointy things. They're in the cupboard next to the display case with the Meraic skulls inside- don't bring those home. Malruthiia would be mortified.
That concludes all I wish to openly divvy out- the rest, I have organised to be privately notified. That being said, if you have not received a penny but were still close to me, know that any affection I held towards you was no less potent, nor any less significant than you believed it- I simply have (or more fittingly had) only so many things. Good luck, in your lives going forward- misery is no fit state to live in; I, of all people, knew this well. Enjoy yourselves- not all of you are as blessed to live such a protracted length as I.
Notably, there is no attached announcement for a burial or any funerary services.
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