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Xylund


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aka Syn

I have tried in my way to be free.

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Mon 18th Feb 2019 03:57

Eighth Letter to Nysali

by Xylund

Your Grace,
 
The others are trying to solve a life-or-death puzzle. We're trapped in glass cages and are running out of air and each cage has a mythological beast associated with it. My beast is a centaur and Davynn's is a pegasus so the beasts seem associated with the specific person inside each cage. And so, logically... no, that's all I've got.
 
Puzzles aren't really my jam. Riddles, I mean. Figuring out mechanisms and such, yes, that's where I shine like a crazy diamond, because there's no human element gumming up the works. To solve a riddle you have to kinda think like the riddler, put yourself in their shoes. It's too much like empathy, which isn't very useful in my line of work.
 
You know how I so hate to be presumptuous (teehee), but you could take a lesson from me. Still not clear on what triggered this meltdown but if I have this right, your grief over the deaths of Annie and Corrin gave this evil dream-eater you had imprisoned a sliver of an opening, enough to slide into your brain and start fucking shit up. It was a bummer, for sure, but... they were just two people, you know? People are dying by the thousands every second of every day. A constant, global waterfall of corpses pouring into the abyss. You can't let it get to you. That's life.
 
What we need, you and me, once I rescue you, is a holiday. Fuck Greyloch. Lorholt! The sanitation is subpar but I'll make us breathing apparatuses apparati apparatoises masks and leather suits so that our skin isn't exposed to any free-floating contagions, and we'll find a little hovel to call our own and we'll just study things that make sense, gears and doodads and gizmos. We'll take things apart and put them back together and if anyone knocks on our door we'll tell them to fuck off, sicko and we'll only go outside in our plague suits to pick up take-out and to sniff disapprovingly at the chaotic lifestyles of all those who don't live according to clean, mechanistic principles. No more of this communing with dead queens and keeping the lid on evil dream-eaters and, you know, caring about shit. We will find a box to call home and we will poke some (rigorously filtered) air holes in it and then we will shut the lid on that box and never go out again. Except for take-out.
 
How's that sound? I will answer for you, since you are currently mind-melded to a tower of geshal stone or whatever. Perfect. It sounds perfect.
 
My ambitions were too grand before. This is the answer. I see it now.
 
Yes, it means going east, which is closer to Valwall rather than further away, but Lorholt is as far as we go. There's nothing in Valwall. Don't even ask. Valwall is a shithole. No point in going there. Fuck Valwall.
 
I wrote letters to the others. Thought I'd given up, thought I was ready to die, so I wrote them all individual notes to say goodbye. But you know what? Turns out, I hadn't given up. NOW I've given up. I am goddamn coming apart. Don't think I even have it in me to die well. Feeling, like... feelings. ME! I tried to hug Kern! Just need to find some hole to crawl into where I can catch my breath, stop my brain from jangling, get my shit in order. Wash off the smell.
 
Gotta kill this bastard Tem. I don't go back to that day. It's at the bottom of the Blackest Chasm, where I keep all the other days there's no point in revisiting. Lot of coffins down there, but that one's got the most chains wrapped around it. And he just fucking... he slipped in there, like he must have done to you, and he just, like magic... popped it open. Gonna smite that smug smile right to the other side of his face.
 
Then, a holiday. Maybe even an early retirement. You in?
 
Rhetorical question. Of course you are. If this whole debacle hasn't taught you the futility, no, the FATALITY of caring, I don't even know what to say. You're an intelligent woman. You must get it by now.
 
Just gotta escape this cage first. Hope the others with all their vaunted empathy are making some progress on this puzzle.
 
Oh shit. Irony!
 
Disregard that last part. Come to Lorholt, where the air tastes like ass but at least no-one pretends it doesn't.
 
Xylund
 
PS. It's starting to feel weird, calling myself that. Just another sign that I'm wearing out. You and me, we gotta get out of here.

The major events and journals in Xylund's history, from the beginning to today.

Ninth Letter to Nysali

Your Grace, This will probably the most circuitous break-up letter you'll ever receive. I'll try to lay the pieces out for you, make them fit together. Schematize it all. But this time... this time I'm not sure there IS a hidden order behind it all....

08:59 am - 16.09.2019

A Meditation on Diverse Natural Processes

Let me seize this fleeting dip between waves to offer myself some words of encouragement. This is good. I'm happy. It's natural. Yes, this is for the best. The old mechanism wasn't working anymore, that much is obvious. In Greyloch, with all the sch...

04:42 pm - 14.09.2020

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I have tried in my way to be free.


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