Role

Chapter 6

My dear sister,

News of our father's death weighs heavily upon me,
but I cannot in good faith assume the responsibilities
of the family estate given the political stew in which
I find myself embroiled. I presently will have my position
as the Bandit King taken away, in a deal I have struck
with an ambitious shadow of the Empire, but this may
cause him to be seen as a rival by the current Shadowlord,
with whom I have also befriended, if such exists among the
Imperials. We shall see which triumphs, but I must keep my
fingers upon the pulse of these relationships lest I find
myself floating in the harbor.

Today the blood of three magi I gave to thicken the
holy Veil that the a Lord of Battle draped over his Theran bride
to protect her from the power of the divine. Importantly,
one of the dead was the Dread Lord--it is imperative that
we keep the Empire weakened and at each other's throats so
our own precious necks are safe. For this reason, when I
have seen an opportunity to sow doubt with sect membership
and between sects, I have followed with a dash of rain
and the sunshine of my support. I have done so heavily
among the Blades as well as the shadows, and even whispered
honest trifles to the Voice, Gillador, in hopes of winning
him into our confidence before delivering him a meaningful
defeat.

Entrust this knowledge to no one, and the scatterd ashes of
this letter to the sea.

My love to you and mother, and I will write again when I can.

Oli